Chipping Away at the Old Block (Part I)

Note: I wrote this more than a year ago for a class but still pretty applicable in some ways.

She stared at the computer screen. The light tap, tap, tap of the keyboard filled the room as she watched the cursor fly across the opened Microsoft Word document. Unfortunately, it flew in the wrong direction—to the left instead of to the right. She could hear Beyoncé’s voice chiming in her ears; the wor...