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  • I was well into the first year of my Social Work major, not quite a non-traditional student but still one who loved THE NEVER TOO LATE ROOM in the College Center, when the letter came.

    It said my study loan required I do Computer Science.

    I started wearing glasses when I was 8. (The same age I began to keep a diary.) One visit back to my grandmother, Kuan Sim, we went to my mother's village of origin. There a man looked at my glasses - something uncommon in children then, unlike now - and said:
    " Norumbak mato dou. " Her eyes, they are spoilt." As in a machine in need of repair.

    I trace my hearty aversion to machines from there.

    Now I had to study machine language.

    The Academic Dean conferred with the Mathematics Department and under the collegiate watchful eye - for which I am eternally grateful - I graduated with a B.A. in Mathematical Sciences with a Concentration in Computer Science. I was not an A student where the Math Department ( read : Sister Christine, Daughter of the Holy Spirit ) was concerned, very, very far from it. BASIC I did not find basic at all. My beloved Math professor, who was a French national, said " One day you will be proud of your degree. "

    She thought I was mature. Still, when I went off to see the Pope with a couple of busloads of devout parishioners plus the Bishop - a spiritual leader much revered for his wit and humor - that did not make her hesitate in showing her disapproval at all the classes I

    " Well ? Did you kiss the hem of his gown ? "

    " I would have, if I could have !

    Would that I answered her Math problems just as smoothly.

    The world turned. The information era flourished.

    I made a new friend online. She sent me a biblical verse. Find it in the Bible, she said. My Good News Bible Today's English Version was differently worded from her Good Book. I made my first foray into IT - Information Technology - via Google. To my delight the world wide web came up with what I was looking for.

    As it came up with Kikimundo. From Kiki came the link to Cowbird and, as The Flash would say, " Wala ! "
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