Now I have this computer and I don't know it. I am slow to get a computer. Most have it. I don't as I see no use. I suppose this is funny as I write this blog on the computer.
I don't know anyone so I can't ask questions. So I get this idea. I will go to school. I can take a class to learn the computer. I don't know where or how I can go but I think the computer can help me find it.
I quit school just after I turned 16. Before this age I don't really show up. Who cares for it? I learn nothing there. I must sit in this class and learn stupid things. Most school is a waste of time. It teaches you nothing of life. What does school teach an SP? Not even sex ed. They are afraid to show the picture of private parts. It's like that bird that puts it's head in the sand. I don't regret to quit school. I jsut wish maybe I could learn write better. I can think it, but I can't write it.
So I start to look on the computer to find where to go to school. I find a place. It's a college. It's got a big list on the computer of what I can take. Its good but I don't know what I need to take. So I call them. I ask them and say I want to learn the computer. They tell me to come there to talk to this guy. So I will go. Next day I go down. I turn off my phone. If you are an SP you don't turn off your phone so much.
The lady is good. She tells me I need to learn to use the computer first. She has a course. It's at night time 1 day per week. I tell her I don't have high school. She says it's ok. It doesn't matter. I am relieved. I am thinking maybe I can't go without high school. I discover something. You can go to a college and not have high school. How can this be? I am glad I don't waste my time in high school. The good part is this school is closer to downtown. So I don't have a long trip. I will learn Windows and email.
So the first day of class comes. I am excited. I get to school. I feel strange. I stand in the food area. It's a beautiful school. All around me people read or drink coffee. I don't feel nervous but feel proud. I think ha, I should call my Mom and tell her that her broken daughter now goes to school. She didn't go. I do more than her.
The class starts. The teacher comes in. He's a nice friendly man. He says who he is. He says what he does. But then I am shocked. We must say the same. I think quick. Soon it's my turn. I stand up. I say I am Larissa and I work in the mail room. I take this course so I can get a promotion at work. Just like that it ends. No one looks, no one cares. The next person says their story. Phew!
I learn. I can see what you can do with this windows thing. I learn many things. I can make a picture go on it. I learn the internet. I learn email. I find out you can get a free email. I will make the email at home. This way I can get one that has sexy to it. I don't want the teacher to show me lol.
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