Sandy was a sweetheart. I remember when I was a sophomore in typing class with Sandy. Sandy and I sat in the front of the class beside each other. She was a speed demon at typing. I was totally out of my element. Sandy soon recognized that I needed some help. Every day our typing class was given an in class assignment to be turned in at the end of the class. Then Mrs. Garrison would collect the work, grade it for accuracy, and return it the next day. Since Sandy was so fast and accurate, she would have her work completed in record time. Then, she would see me struggling and offer to help me by doing my assignment also. This went on for a couple weeks until Mrs. Garrison figured out that my daily work didn't correspond with the speed drills given every few days. Mrs. Garrison soon started paying more attention to me in class and found out that Sandy was doing my work for me. Now, the strange thing was that I didn't get in trouble; Sandy got in trouble. Sandy was told that if she helped me again she would fail the class. I always felt bad when Sandy got yelled at because of me. Sandy had a good heart and always was willing to help anyone who needed it.
Jon F. Steiner
Sandy was a sweetheart. I remember when I was a sophomore in typing class with Sandy. Sandy and I sat in the front of the class beside each other. She was a speed demon at typing. I was totally out of my element. Sandy soon recognized that I needed some help. Every day our typing class was given an in class assignment to be turned in at the end of the class. Then Mrs. Garrison would collect the work, grade it for accuracy, and return it the next day. Since Sandy was so fast and accurate, she would have her work completed in record time. Then, she would see me struggling and offer to help me by doing my assignment also. This went on for a couple weeks until Mrs. Garrison figured out that my daily work didn't correspond with the speed drills given every few days. Mrs. Garrison soon started paying more attention to me in class and found out that Sandy was doing my work for me. Now, the strange thing was that I didn't get in trouble; Sandy got in trouble. Sandy was told that if she helped me again she would fail the class. I always felt bad when Sandy got yelled at because of me. Sandy had a good heart and always was willing to help anyone who needed it.