Today, I was terribly, terribly nervous for no apparent reason about coming into the literacy center this morning (social anxiety?). I can sometimes have this feeling of impending doom and this acute feeling of sadness from time to time like today. It is all I can do to fight this feeling and to go about my day, I wonder if people with depression feel this way as well? It “colors” my writing also. I am noticing a pattern to my madness – a feeling of rapid cycling – of great and exuberant joy and happiness interspersed between moments of deep dark despair and depression. And it can change on a whim at any time with little notice.
A Teacher I am Not…
I was telling my director this morning that we need some kind of typing class to teach the skills of typing. I’ve seen and heard far too many people pecking away at their keyboards lately. Computers and typing are the wave of the future.
“Do you want to teach it?” my director asked with a very warm and very encouraging smile.
I shied away from teaching it myself although I have fond memories of Mrs. Burnside teaching us to type during high school and all it entails.
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– of great joy and happiness between moments of despair and depression- I do that all the time. I like the joy and happiness moments best.
I learned to type on a manual Royal.
I learned to type on an IBM Selectric. What happened to Caramel? You mention Maggie but not Caramel...
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