1ST PERIOD AFTER LUNCH
I stared at the old typewriter
in the second hand store reliving memories of high school typing class.
Once we learned the keyboard
basics, we spent our forty minute class typing to music. The idea was to
achieve a basic rhythm. Our first song was:
How much is that dog---gy in the
win-dow, the
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
one with the wagg---le---y tail.
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
By the end of semester, we
were speed demons, grooving to the king, ‘Elvis’. Anyone walking past the typing lab would hear
the rhythmic tap tap tap to:
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
and
Let's rock everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jail house rock.
Let's rock everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jail house rock.
WE were the cool kids. Typing class ROCKED!
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