Forgetting of wisdom: anyone have it typed up?

[veronica tghf]

Originally Posted by aussiechica

My typing speed is tragic (my parents actually bought me that lil
kiddies 'Kewala Typing' program - what does that say about1) my typing skills and 2) their opinion of my intellectual ability)

Hey, back away from the koala.
Kewala's Typing Adventure is funky... I've actually restarted it today and spent a couple of hours just refreshing myself on what I've already supposedly done. I made lots of progress over the christmas holidays but then the CD kept stuffing up and then school restarted.

But now I can ten finger type the following letters: asdfjkl;ghwertuiopxcvny,.' so I'm pretty proud. I think the only word I ever make any effort to ten finger type is my name:

Veronica is typing this with ten fingers

[Cherryish]

Dunno about you, but I only have eight fingers... :P

[Mythor]

Maybe she chopped two off someone?

[aussiechica]

Veronica is typing this with ten fingers

Whose?

Hey, back away from the koala

But hes just so irresistable!

okay, I admit, Kewala is funky. Specially the lil races you get at the end of each level, but admit it- you cheated for those didnt ya? (I did)



bye Aussie who is not typing with ten fingers

[Beckslee]

I finally have got it now here is "the Desire for the old school tie"

The Desire for the Old School Tie
The days spent in school govern the rest of our lives. How many of us huddle round the water cooler at 10.30 a.m. because of some trace memory of 'little lunch'? Or at 2 p.m. start looking at the clock, tortured by the laborious movements of the hands? Or by 3.30 p.m. need to sink into a lime- green vinyl beanbag and be reduced to a state of catatonia by some mindless-American dysfunctional family-oriented sit-com? How many millions are still expecting Dr Who at 6 p.m.? This tragic Pavlovian response is the legacy of school. For many of us a great portion of our lives was spent listless in the labyrinth of those nauseous corridors. And, late in life, we can no more escape them than we could get out of PE with a letter written in our own blood.
The reason for this is the structure of the school day. School was neatly compartmentalised into hour-long segments, which could easily be subdivided into quarters or halves. This regime gave life an undeniable rhythm. A rhythm that found a divine correlation in the 1V guide. The fact that school finished at 3.30 p.m. and by 4 p.m. children's programming was well under way seemed more than just mere coincidence. And, just as in school, the world of1V was based on hour and half -hour segments that that dovetailed beautifully to form entertainment. The repetitious nature of school suggested that the rest of life would be as seamless. When it wasn't, many of us fell apart.
I believe -and recent studies tend to support this thought - that the much-celebrated Australian laziness is due entirely to school. There are two ways to attack this dilemma. The first is to adapt our working hours to regular school hours. This would take the working week down to an easily manageable twenty-five hours a week (plus homework) .The other option: to keep future generations of Australians in school a bit longer. It'd take a harm- less piece of legislation to make the average school day from 8.30 a.m. to 6.30 p.m. That way, when the kids mature and have to hold down 'rear jobs they won't feel the urge to head home at 3 p.m.
This could also open up a new world for disenfranchised teachers. The payment of teachers in this country is appalling. Regardless of the fact that they educate and instruct our greatest assets they'd make a great deal more of the folding stuff in private enterprise. To get the wheels of industry turning again we need prim authority figures armed with pieces of chalk walking around our work stations forcing us to pay attention. If we're sluggish: a loving crack across the knuckles with a metal ruler. And, in my experience, nothing focuses the attention more than a blackboard duster hurled with ferocious intensity at the temples. Large corporations could employ these 'Matrons of Mathematics and Dukes of Discourse' to patrol offices, ready to confiscate tennis balls, rubber bands and pornography. Leaning on a shovel would be a thing of the past if council workers had Mrs Deportment, the third- grade English teacher who was only ever interested in posture, on their backs. But it's in the area of cleanliness that teachers excel. How spotless would our cities become if teachers followed around sanitary workers with that calm, commanding voice of authority , 'There's one you missed'?
For most of us, our conditioning became ingrained with a primary education. We emotionally begin each day at 9 a.m. and finish at 3 p.m., with bouts of imagined educational boredom in between. I pity the poor individuals (you may have them in your office or perhaps they're members of your family) who failed to progress to the secondary stage and remained fixated with a time- management program dictated to them in kindergarten. These are people who barely make it through the day without bursting into tears. They're normally a bit sleepy until 11 a.m., by 1.30 p.m. they're overexcited and experiencing rapid mood swings and by 2 p.m. they need a nap. At the sound of a piano they have an urge to lie down (which can make it difficult in a lift) .After work they stand outside, looking maudlin, waiting for someone to pick them up.
The rhythm of school was beaten into us for eighteen years. Eighteen years in the mindless pursuit of knowledge. We moved from halls of mechanical precision into an organic world of chaos. Is it any wonder we're confused? Unless we act now the workers of the future will be the same. They'll sit at their work stations remembering play lunch: joyously swapping Pokemon cards, mimicking the Simpsons; and they'll wonder, from time to time, what ever happened to Dawson?l Just like us, they'll find them- selves daydreaming at work, staring out a window, overcome with nostalgia for the great 1V of the past and waiting. Waiting for that final bell to release them.
1. When I ran the spell check over this piece the mighty machine queried 'Pokemon'. Its substitute word was 'Packman' (pacman) .Nothing changes.

[Spoofy]

@ Beckslee

You didn't check here first did you?

Tangawarra had it, and so did I......and I posted it Saturday!!!!!

[Beckslee]

All I knew is that I said I would put it up and I did, I only scanned it in anyway

[Alisso]

*giggles* Your scanner doesn't like the capital T's in TV...every time it should say TV, it says 1V, which confused me for a minute there *G*

Didn't like 'real' either...turned it into 'rear *g* which was amusing as well *G* a 'rear job sounds kinda wrong *g*

[Spoofy]

Originally Posted by Alisso

..turned it into 'rear *g* which was amusing as well *G* a 'rear job sounds kinda wrong *g*

Alisso think of all the DAAS slash around and you find that "rear job" is not that far off the mark.........

[veronica tghf]

Originally Posted by Cherryish

Dunno about you, but I only have eight fingers... :P

It's called "ten finger typing", but yes, if you want to be pedantic :p
I type with eight fingers and two thumbs.

Originally Posted by aussiechica

okay, I admit, Kewala is funky. Specially the lil races you get at the end of each level, but admit it- you cheated for those didnt ya? (I did)

I don't cheat, if I'm not good enough I just skip them *g*

[aussiechica]

I don't cheat, if I'm not good enough I just skip them *g*

Yeah, and Ill bet you never went to Timezone with a few friends and played that whack-a-crock game with each of you taking a croc so you could get a (shitty) prize either

Okay, Im a cheat. I would cheat at anything (except in tests. No really I swear) Good on you Veronica, youre doing the honest thing.... kinda

(mean lying theivin cheatin) Aussie :p