Snapshot 3

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A Memory from High School

 

Mid-week:  I had a million assignments to get done.  Having just rolled into last period, I already had a pretty complete picture of what my homework would involve tonight.  I had to study for history, work on science paper and finish outlining for my English paper.  I knew it would be a long night.  I was a little stressed.  Grabbing my books from my locker, I headed to English class.  This class should be no sweat.  I loved the teacher so much, being the second time having her as a teacher.  I quickly sat down and pulled out my notebook and my outline.

 

As the last student filed in the classroom, our teacher made an announcement to the class.  “Class, we are going to head to the computer lab to work on a draft of your paper…that I know you all are eagerly working on,” she stated, as students packed up.  I was relieved, needing some teacher input on how I was developing the thesis.  As I got my backpack on my back, the class flew by me to the door.  As my friend quickly walked past, she told me she would save me a seat.  That’s all I needed…I would get there soon, after the crowd died down.

 

Arriving in the computer lab, I took a seat next to Michelle.  She was quickly typing away.  Next, I pulled out my outline, needing to work off that.  Word opened and I saved the document, making note of what I saved it as.  I decided to begin working with the outline that I had thus far.  As I began typing, each word was a process.  Due to the side of my brain that’s injured (right side), use of my left arm and hand are directly affected.  This meant that it took extra time for my left ring finger to hit the S key, etc.  Each movement with my left hand, in dual effort with my right hand, took a couple seconds longer for the connection between brain and hand to happen.  Consequently, my paper was not done, regardless of the outline I was working off of.  “Should I print it out?” Michelle asked our teacher.  The teacher confirmed that, being excited that she was done.  I on the other hand, only had a few paragraphs typed.  “Save and print what you have, Chrissy.  We’ll be in here again tomorrow,” our teacher directed me.  I had given it my all, still leaving it a work in progress.