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AAA I learned to type in Jr. High. I learned to tap the keyboard. One letter than another... on and on. AAA AAA AA Then... B AAA AAB ABB BBC ... One day I came to class, and we all sat right down as usual. But to my amazement we were free. We could do CCC, or DDD... Even ZZZ My heart was lifted from the monotony of the drills to lift my skills. Yet in the end, it was like magic, my brain told me nothing, and I told it just the same. Regardless of our unspoken conversation... my hands flew across the board, as if they were made to dance, and prance, in an orderly fashion. I love my typing teacher, for making me better, than I was... before I took the class.