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When I entered ninth grade, I was pretty pathetic. That previous summer, I had learned how to snap my fingers and whistle. I was so petrified, I would walk around between classes snapping my fingers and whistling. It got worse pretty quickly. My school had an ice cream social for the ninth graders. I sat at a table with this cute blond girl and a couple other people. I taught myself to touch-type the summer before, and was nervously typing everything we were saying against the table. Like I was some kind of court stenographer. She began talking to the other people at the table instead. That same year, I took a typing class that still had the old manual typewriters. Because I already knew touch-typing, I zipped along while everyone else was hunting and pecking. I think at least one person noticed and got a little resentful, because when I came to class one day, on a sheet of paper in my assigned typewriter someone had typed, Micah is a prick. This Pathetic Geek Story was submitted by Micah.

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