The documentary Helvetica reminds me a lot of my past experiences with many people, and it may sound quite odd that a documentary about a font made me even some sort of sentimental. It started with already one of the first scenes, when the documentary just showed the font, that I felt pushed back about 5 years into my 8th grade. Our history and art teacher was our tutor back then, and my first real "encounter" was with him, as I had to hold a presentation in history about the steam engine. One of my friends helped me with it, and when we wrote down the presentation in a PowerPoint he told me to use Helvetica as my font, as our art teacher loves this font, while he hates ComicSans. And it happened that after I held my presentation when my teacher gave me the evaluation, he mentioned the font that I used and asked whether this was Helvetica and after I confirmed that it is Helvetica that I used, I got an extra point and praise from my teacher, so I felt happy about, and this no...
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