By: Veronica Richards, SFU Student Every day, I curse that I was born as a plebeian laptop keyboard! If only I could’ve been a bougie mechanical with 18 different components and satisfying clicky sounds . . . (click, click, click). Instead, I’m stuck with YOU. You keyboard abuser. You pathetic student. What must it be like to feel sunlight on my keycaps instead of being haphazardly shoved in a backpack? Of course, the phone keyboard gets to go to all the fun places, like concerts, but I only get to see the world when you’re frantically typing on the bus…
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