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I knew that there was an underlying logic to this thing- I guess this idea of user friendly depends who wants to be a friend. I remember the anxiety of me sitting there looking at the other students, pecking away like cafeinated geeks, fingers and keys clicking- sliding their mouse around like some Ouija Board and the machine giving them the secret vibe of what to do and when to do it. Nobody showed me a damned thing. I learned the basics by watching KOMPUTOR TUTOR tapes on my VHS machine (thank you informercial). Hell, I didn't even know how to set the clock on the VHS player. Most of my anxiety was because I was 32 in a classroom of 19-20 year olds, which was a novelty for undergraduates at UCR. Ya, me and the older retired persons seeking personal fulfillment in their golden years. I felt nearly as antiquated and twice as awkward. Why was I returning to school? A sense of destiny perhaps? Anyway, I began to wrap my mind around this thing called a computor and what it was that this thing is suppossed to do...and why was this new technology so valuable. I realized that these young students were expected to know this and that many already did. I became acutely aware of a generation gap between me and this cyber-society.
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