Day 2: I know so much more than I thought I did. Also, I know so much less than I thought I did.

So, I grew up in the 90s with AOL and going “online” was a negotiation with your parents for use of the phone line (“Yes, Dad, it’s for my school project”). In high school, I learned how to send email. It wasn’t until freshman year of college that I learned how to attach a file (I know, I know, it’s so basic). But I didn’t use email or my computer daily until the end of my college career.

Since then, I had both prided myself on what I had learned, but turns out there’s a lot I missed. I stood, staring blankly into space today when the instructor asked me to brighten the screen. I never do this and couldn’t even find the right fn key. Oh, I’m new to Macs, it’s only been a few months. Still, I don’t think that’s a reason not to know where basic functions are located.

Similar small items such as this have surfaced constantly, not just in this class, but in my daily life. I can now appreciate when my mother comes to me for the 27th time to ask how she should open Facebook (“Just touch the icon on your ipad”)

I was excited like a 5 year old today because from my 10 minutes of working with Dreamweaver way back when, I knew what <br></br> did. Couldn’t remember much else, but was deliriously happy I knew this. It’s the small wins. I sit in class all day working and when I get something correct, especially after having something go wrong, I squeal. Seriously, I do. I’m careful to be quiet since I am an adult (yup) and don’t want my classmates to think I’m childish (see adult reference above).

I realized that I have a decent method with which to problem solve, so it certainly feels like I know more than I thought I did.

But for real, when you’re doing something that’s brand new and you are getting the hang of it, it’s hard not scream out in delight as a child would. Though the kids I know are too cool for that. Fortunately, I don’t worry about being cool.