See, Tim's been teaching me Dreamweaver. (Thank god for that.) He's got a two-year jump on me, and he's all skilled in HTML and stuff. When I started, I knew how to make paragraphs. I *hate* feeling dumb, and ohh, was I feeling dumb.

At the beginning, every time I asked him a question, he would dive right into all the cool, very advanced things I could do. His words were, like, darting at my eyeballs, making them squint and flutter, as if I'd just developed Tourette's or shot heroin or something. My body would tense, as if ready to break into a sprint and run far, gloriously far away from Tim and all his cool, very advanced things.

Thing is, I like to learn by doing — not by being taught. But those who can't do, are taught.

After a week or two, I made a big mistake: I asked him to slow down.

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