Why I Love My Mac :: Personal Narrative Writing

Why I Love My MacI have always loved computers. In school they fascinated me and were fun to play with. When I grew up and became a secretary, I delighted in recreating print documents and forms on my computer using WordPerfect for DOS. My daily success was measured by how little I used my typewriter. The only thing I didnt like was how ugly the programs were on the bury. The backgrounds were always black or royal blue, with (full-bodied shudder) red or green type. Some programs allowed a modicum of visual customization, but the danger of damaging your eyesight was prevalent (imagine red type on a royal blue background). Still, computers were way more fun than typewriters. No more using calculators either Each time I had to carry through a calculation repetitively, I created a spreadsheet that would do it for me. Although I was Suzy Super Computer-Using Secretary, I had no clue how the computer actually functioned, nor did I care.When I byword my first Macintosh, my eyes were wid e as saucers. It was colorful It had little pictures on the desktop No more black or royal blue screen and funky colored type (Although with some tweaking in the customization settings you could attain that horrid look.) I dont know how but that little Mac exuded a feeling of esteem and ease of use. Even the cables in the back were picture-coded to the plugs in which they belonged As far as the software, I could poke around in any folder on the hard drive, double-click on anything, and the computer told me what that item was used for. If it was something I shouldnt be messing with, a dialogue box would appear stating, This extension is used by the scheme and cannot be opened. When I wanted to delete something I threw it in the trashcan. How logical And wow, I could open several documents at once, move the windows around, and a word touch on document actually looked on screen exactly like it would print. The Mac seemed logical, pure and simply, and it seemed interesting. I knew at that moment when the time came for me to buy a home office computer, I would buy a Macintosh. It would be something I could operate, maintain, and upgrade myself. No need to call the geeky, scary, and expensive PC technician to come fix my computer. I could stack away new software, attach new peripherals, and even upgrade the memory all by myself.