https://theprintshop.club/
Oh. Wow.
Printshop is what got me into A LOT of trouble when I was in the 5th grade.
The days when we had Computer Lab, they kept the one Apple IIe with a color monitor on a rolling cart in a small back hallway behind the 4th grade quads.
One lucky kid always got to use it during lab because they were short one machine for my class. Well, one day when I was the lucky kid, the color printer was also back there. We had a similar printer at home, so I kind of knew how to use it because I'd seen my mom print financial reports on ours...
Anyhow, the teacher that day—the dreaded Mrs. Simpson—had shut the door to the 4th grade quad, and had forgotten to tell me that class was over. I noticed everyone shuffling out, but chose to ignore it because I was a sneaky asshole of a kid. Well that, and we also had recess after Computer Lab, so I knew nobody would notice my absence for a while.
We had been learning Printshop to make cards for the upcoming winter holidays that day, but I was not satisfied with a measly card. No! I would make the biggest, the bestest, the longest-ever banner ever! (be still, my inner child)
I cannot recall what my misbegotten banner was to have said, but I'd not anticipated just how long it would take to print it out, nor just how loud the printer would be. So, after I started printing it, a 4th grade teacher came back to inspect, and I told them I was allowed to be there. Unconvinced, they walked over to the 5th grade to inquire about the truthfulness of my statement.
The now fuming and dreaded Mrs. Simpson stormed into the back hallway, unplugged the whole thing, and asked me exactly what it was I thought I was doing!
Never one to admit being in the wrong, I tried to pretend that I'd not realised class had ended. As it had been quite some time, my obvious lie only made her angrier. She tore my half-printed banner from the printer, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the principal's office.
Strangely, I can't remember anything else about that day after Mrs. Simpson left me with Mrs. Mackay, the principal. I can't even remember if I had been crying, but I'm sure I was. I've always been quick to cry, even when in the wrong, and especially when the 'jig be up,' as my mother used to say.
Anyhow... That's my Printshop story. Apologies if you've read this far. I do have a tendency to ramble on a bit.
PS: I've not proofed this because I am desperate for a coffee, and simply cannot be arsed. Please forgive any typos.
Oh. Wow.
Printshop is what got me into A LOT of trouble when I was in the 5th grade.
The days when we had Computer Lab, they kept the one Apple IIe with a color monitor on a rolling cart in a small back hallway behind the 4th grade quads.
One lucky kid always got to use it during lab because they were short one machine for my class. Well, one day when I was the lucky kid, the color printer was also back there. We had a similar printer at home, so I kind of knew how to use it because I'd seen my mom print financial reports on ours...
Anyhow, the teacher that day—the dreaded Mrs. Simpson—had shut the door to the 4th grade quad, and had forgotten to tell me that class was over. I noticed everyone shuffling out, but chose to ignore it because I was a sneaky asshole of a kid. Well that, and we also had recess after Computer Lab, so I knew nobody would notice my absence for a while.
We had been learning Printshop to make cards for the upcoming winter holidays that day, but I was not satisfied with a measly card. No! I would make the biggest, the bestest, the longest-ever banner ever! (be still, my inner child)
I cannot recall what my misbegotten banner was to have said, but I'd not anticipated just how long it would take to print it out, nor just how loud the printer would be. So, after I started printing it, a 4th grade teacher came back to inspect, and I told them I was allowed to be there. Unconvinced, they walked over to the 5th grade to inquire about the truthfulness of my statement.
The now fuming and dreaded Mrs. Simpson stormed into the back hallway, unplugged the whole thing, and asked me exactly what it was I thought I was doing!
Never one to admit being in the wrong, I tried to pretend that I'd not realised class had ended. As it had been quite some time, my obvious lie only made her angrier. She tore my half-printed banner from the printer, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the principal's office.
Strangely, I can't remember anything else about that day after Mrs. Simpson left me with Mrs. Mackay, the principal. I can't even remember if I had been crying, but I'm sure I was. I've always been quick to cry, even when in the wrong, and especially when the 'jig be up,' as my mother used to say.
Anyhow... That's my Printshop story. Apologies if you've read this far. I do have a tendency to ramble on a bit.
PS: I've not proofed this because I am desperate for a coffee, and simply cannot be arsed. Please forgive any typos.