Caroline was trying to print a paper for school on my computer yesterday. She tried and tried but there was an error that she couldn’t figure out (which is saying something because she fixes all things computer related around here). So I told her to fire up our old computer (which takes FOREVER). She didn’t really like that idea at all.
After muttering under her breath about having to use the “slowest computer in the world” she said “Mom, I’ll just save it to a flash drive and print it out before school tomorrow in the library. It’s way easier.” (Which, of course, meant I’d have to get up even earlier … not that I’m complaining or anything … I’m just sayin’).
She made uploading it to a flash drive sound so simple …. so effortless. In other words, SO beyond anything I know how to do.
I didn’t feel like this was a good time to mention to her that HBU had given me a flash drive so I could store my lectures. They assumed much … first, that I’d know how to use it and second, that I’d think it unusual to not have notes written on the back of a printed out recipe or something.
And, as much as I LOVE reading your comments, please don’t email me about how simple it really is to store something on the flash drive. Don’t ask me if I’ve backed up my hard drive either (I haven’t and I don’t know how). In addition, don’t ask me about my zip drive (is that the same as a flash? The only thing I know about drives is that it is DRIVING me crazy that I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing.
I mean the very fact that this blog posts as often as it does is the equivalent of a modern day miracle.
I’ll let you in on a little secret. The first day of class at HBU we do class introductions. Whoever says they are an I.T. major or that they enjoy computers…well, I make them my “official technology person” for the class. It’s kind of like a kindergarten teacher assigning someone to be line leader. It instills a sense of purpose and pride I think. Even if it doesn’t, it works for me. My sister would call this delegating my responsibilities, I call it genius.
Oh, and just a word about comments. As I said, I do love them. Not many people make them and that’s either because approximately two people read this blog or they are blog lurkers who read and don’t comment. Lurkers are welcome, but this week I got comments on about nine different posts and all the comments were in Chinese. And as much as I like Kung Pao Chicken, I had no idea what they said.
More than likely it was a spammer and I’m telling you all this because I had to change the blog back to the old way of posting comments whereby you now need a password or google id to comment. That pretty much means if you are technologically illiterate like me, you’ll never, ever comment. It’s really not that hard, but I totally understand if you don’t want to even try.
Because it’s the same for me with the flash drive.