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Then: Home Economics
Now: Home Page
When I was in high school girls, were required to take a class called Home Economics -Home Ec for short. Little good it did me.
While the teacher was talking about how to fill a measuring cup, I was praying one day I'd fill out a B cup. While she yapped on and on about not wasting ingredients, I was wasting time thinking about how to get Billy, who was across the campus in Woodshop, to notice me. I say "wasting" because it never happened. While she showed us how to stitch a hem using a sewing machine, I stitched together sentences in my head, making up stories.
I'm sure you get the picture.
The class had very little to do with my ambitions at the time and also very little to do with economics. Which by the way would have been useful in later life. Far too many kids graduate high school with absolutely no knowledge about balancing a check book.
Anyways, today girls aren't forced to take Home Ec and if you mention the class they look at you with this dazed expression. Did you mean Home Page? Because, of course, "home" (besides being where one lives)is a common computer term for the page you land on when you boot up your computer.
You could have a search engine such as Yahoo or Google as a home page. You have a home page on your website. On social media sites such as Facebook, Myspace, and our very own Fab40, your home page shows your profile and tells the cyber world all about you. (Dangerous, at times. So be careful what you post.)
Just the other day, I realized that my seven-year-old granddaughter has a homepage on Club Penguin! Even the youngest of us are now socializing online.
Well, I may have slept through most of Home Ec, but while I was dreaming some of my teacher's words must have seeped into my brain. Because yesterday while my granddaughter and I lined the shelves in my daughter's new house, I heard that teacher saying, "today's leftovers are tomorrow's main course."
So as I cut the fabric to fit the drawer, I saved the leftover pieces, stacking them in a neat pile. (My home ec teacher would have been proud.) And then sure enough, my granddaughter realized these pieces fit perfectly into the odd shaped spaces.
My granddaughter may not be forced to take Home Economics, but one day she can post on her homepage that her grandmother taught her how to line a kitchen shelf.