I've got a typing class story that rivals yours in pointlessness.
I had second period typing in 12th grade.
First period was Physical Education, which I didn't go to all year.
Yeah, I got an F in Physical Education that year.
It should be noted that I totally blew off 12th grade.
Anyway, I came to typing class mostly drunk and under the influence, and usually about 10 minutes late.
(It usually wore off before Advanced Math and AP Chemistry)
I was the best typist in the class though, because I refused to look at my hands.
I actually WANTED to learn how to type.
Our teacher, who left the room for long periods to (drink) catch up on paperwork was useless.
She never noticed or cared how many people cheated by looking at their hands.
I crushed everyone on timed tests, although I made a few more errors than most.
Because, yeah, I wasn't looking at my hands.
I hesitate to imagine what became of the other students, or the teacher for that matter.
But I can type 90 wpm so I'm a happy typing camper.
I won't mention the warning she gave me once, which I crumbled into a ball and threw back at her.
It earned me a trip to the principal's office.
I was such a rebel.