When I was 12, I was scared of computers. We had computer classes, in which we had to use quite old stuff, and after a lot of very annoying and frustrating experiences, I decided never to touch a computer again, unless I had to. To give an example of the non-luck we had: one day, we were told to make a calendar. A friend and I started working on it (I remember that we used blue and green), saved it… and the next time it was gone. So we started all over. And the next time it was gone. So we started all over. And the next time it was gone. So we had to start all over during our spare time. That’s not fun.
I held onto this principle for a long time. In the second year of high school, I found out that we had to do exercices for French on a CD, so I had to use the terrible monster called ‘computer’. It wasn’t my happiest day. Besides that I had no idea how to type an ‘^’ and stuff. I tried to write all the things I had to write by hand, not to type them. It worked. In the third year, we had ICT lessons. HELL. I hated them. Everyone hated them. I’ve spent so many time inside, while everyone was relaxing outside after lunch at school, just finishing all the horrible exercices… It didn’t really improve my relationship with computers.
But then there was a light slightly growing, something like hope. I was going on an exchange program (for a week) and I wanted to talk to the girl I’d stay with before I’d arrive. So I created an e-mail account. I was fifteen. Then the mailing started, and Internet frightened me less. With the discovery of YouTube a while before this, hope had been growing and now things were getting a lot better. Finding a world of ballet and e-mails on the computer was awesome!
One year ago, I started a blog, and since then computers are necessary for my mental health and everything. But now, things have come to a climax: I’ve got my own laptop.
My own computer. Who’d have thought so?
But in fact, I’ve got it because of what is coming next year. I’m going to move away for the biggest part of the year, to another city because we’ve got no university here. I guess things are more or less the same with you. So, I need a computer.
But I’m still no expert at it, not at all! My father helped me to get everything right when starting it for the first time. That, of course, wasn’t all too easy. I mean, here, in Belgium, we use azerty, and this keyboard is azerty, but when I tried to type my name (including an ‘a’), I found out it was in qwerty. Hurrah! Totally not confusing at all! Luckily these two types aren’t that different, and I’ve got a bit of knowledge of it anyway (strange, isn’t it?). My father told me azerty was only used in Belgium and France, how weird is that?
So, okay, I’ve got this computer running, but now I’m forced to use Internet Eplorer and it is. So. Slow. I had to open your sites twice at the same time, otherwise it wouldn’t open at all. Facebook has been reloading for ages, Google isn’t anywhere near findable. I mean, Google? What the hell? I tried searching it in Bing, but then Bing said “Congrats! You can use your Bing sidebar!!” And I was like “Bing? Bitch please! I want Google!”
I still don’t see any Google. Loading, loading, loading. Arrrrrrr. Sometimes, I still dislike computers.