This past week, I was sitting in class, doodling on my paper, minding my own business...when the professor made an interesting comment. See, he was trying to explain how, back when he was in college, personal computers were not a thing, so they had a different way of doing papers.

“We used to use typewriters…how many of you even know what that is?”

It shouldn’t have annoyed me, but for some reason, I felt an overwhelming need to glare at him.

How many millennial-aged people have felt like the generations before us think we’re stupid?

Because I know I certainly have.

Yes, I know what a typewriter is. Have I ever used one? No, because by the time I came of age to start turning in papers to school, they were obsolete.

Just because I didn’t grow up with it doesn’t mean I don’t understand that it was once the most popular means for something. It becomes a part of history, a new museum piece or just a story handed down.

As the world progresses, I feel like this is going to become an ever-pressing issue. Everyone feels like their childhood was the most important one; that their memories are the best ones.

Look, I grew up with a CD player attached to my hip and cassette read-along Disney books. I remember the original Bop It, played Super Mario on a Gameboy Color and watched "Free Willy" on VHS so many times that the tape actually wore out.

For someone born today, they won’t have any of those experiences. And while I treasure that time in my life, they’re going to look down on it, and probably ask their parents how we lived without whatever it is they have now.

The weird thing is that I’m alright with that. I refuse to put someone down because they were born in a different time.

It might be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t actually believe that Disney Channel was so much better when I was obsessed with it. The cartoons nowadays are not ten times worse than the ones that played back in my day. Sitcoms from back then and now are equally as funny, and slightly life lesson-y.

Some things will change over time. The shows on now won’t have the same plot, the same jokes, or the same characters as the ones I grew up with. But, they’re still going to be very similar; the little sister character will always be an evil genius, there’s going to be some very poor acting and kids everywhere will buy the merchandise flashed onscreen like it’s going out of style.

That’s okay with me though. I’m not afraid of change. Things have to move forward to get better.

Where would we be today if the phonograph hadn’t been invented? Would there have been iPods?

I bet at the turn of the century the older generations thought the idea was laughable, but look at where it’s brought us.

Don’t count out my generation because we’re younger. We know we have to draw from the past to get to the future, and even though it’ll sting to see a typewriter in a museum, or a Motorola Razor on display next to it, we’ll live.

Hey, that’s progress, baby.