The sweat is trickling down my brow as my little fingers continue to type away on an outdated keyboard. I found myself in a room with no air conditioning at 8 AM one summer. Scrambling to find any way out of these classes, I declared to my parents that taking typing classes in the summer was a cruel and unfair punishment for a kid that just wanted to sleep all day. To no avail, my pleas remained unheard for there I found myself entering my second typing class of the summer. However surprisingly, the second time around, the heat did not seem as unbearable and sounds of the computer almost comforting. Unknown to me, these rudimentary typing classes would become a pivotal moment in my life.
Growing up, computers and technology always played an