When I was a little girl, I was trained to always have clean hands. I think part of the reason it stuck was because of the countless times my mom had me wash and re-wash my hands. You see, I have a huge freckle on the palm of my right hand and my mom thought it was dirt until I was like age 10 and it had never faded, so she was always telling me to wash my hands again. Well... my friends and family would probably say that the hand-washing has become a bit of an obsession. Today I had one of those moments when you realize you're weird. You see... tomorrow my HUGE Access project is due, so naturally today would be my day to start. I spent about 8 1/2 hours on the computers at school, typing, printing, and grunting in frustration. About 10 minutes into my project I realized that I had this deep paper-cut gash on the tip of my left pinky and it was hitting the keyboard repeatedly collecting more and more germs every time. My mind started to concentrate on the fact that I was destined to get a horrible infection that would disable my poor little pinky for a few days, so I came to a solution... WET WIPES! If you know me, you know I am always prepared. My back pack is like Mary Poppin's carpet bag. Well... I pulled out the sanitary wipes and began to clean my cut when I realized it was in vain because I had so much more to type. It was then that the idea popped into my head to just clean the keys on the keyboard. I proceded to clean each key individually (to my defense I only cleaned those near the "left-pinky post"). It was in the middle of this act that I noticed the girl next to me staring at me in disbelief. I quickly stopped, disposed of the wipe and carried on with my project. The girl soon gathered her belongings and left. She obviously realized how gross the keyboards were and couldn't stand it anymore. Don't forget that CLEANLINESS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS!