I had typing class while in high school. Because I was already a very fast typer when I took that class as a senior, I had all of my class assignments and homework assignments completed to the end of the year by the beginning of April. So I was paid to do other kids assignments. I didn’t care. The teacher didn’t care. And I made money.
I noticed the pictures in the background. It then reminded me of this song:Shh, don’t talk too muchShh, don’t know too muchJack, don’t be too hip‘Cause a slip of the lip might sink a shipShh, don’t see too muchBoy, don’t jive too muchJack, don’t be so hip‘Cause a slip of the lip might sink a shipThe walls have earsThe night has eyesSo let’s be wiseAnd trick those nasty, nasty spies
I guess in the land of make believe, all things can be possible. But I’ve been at construction sites and at night. No way anyone can do a proper job at night with ambient temperatures cooler, no lights (sorry, cones won’t cut it), no flagger, cutting will make a lot of noise, how will they flatten the material? Tennis shoes?
High five Daphne. Not saying I’m a “fan” of Nate, but glad that a guy like Nate gets a girl like Daphne (and vice versa). It confirms hope that us kind of guys do “get the girl”.
I had typing class while in high school. Because I was already a very fast typer when I took that class as a senior, I had all of my class assignments and homework assignments completed to the end of the year by the beginning of April. So I was paid to do other kids assignments. I didn’t care. The teacher didn’t care. And I made money.