Last night I went to the first of four web design classes from a community college nearby. The funny thing is that I'm taking the class with my parents. I was discussing with my dad last night before we went, how I was not going to sit next to them in class. It had nothing to do with the fact that I didn't want anyone to know they were my parents; it was more that I didn't want to get distracted by my mom constantly asking me how to do everything.

When I got to the class, I realized I didn't have to worry. The teacher took nothing for granted. He explained exactly what we were to do every step of the way. He even explained what the red box with an X in it at the top of the screen meant. My mom followed along quite well.

I don't think I'd be a good computer teacher. It might be too infuriating to have to speak so simply all the time. At home, when I try to help my mom I'll say things like, "Click on that blue icon that will take you back to your desktop." Well, in reality there are lots of blue icons that live in many different places on the computer screen. While she runs her mouse over every point of the screen that's not right, I'm willing her to just understand my mind. "No, not there. On the bottom, other side. Down, down, more down. There!" And by that time I'm exhausted and we've only just started.

I could never teach a class.