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Back to the Basics


Once, when I was young,

I picked up a wooden pencil

And played games of Hangman with

My friends’.

In first grade I held a mouse

With a shiny plastic tail

Attached to a box they called computer.

In fifth grade I learned about numbers and how they fit into

Tiny squares on a monitor screen.

In sixth grade I learned about the color palette by

Creating slideshows.

Now, years have passed and I have grown

And with it, technology.

And although technology has its own world of wonder to be explored

Why not go back to the basics?

Why not go back to the pencils with handheld sharpeners?

Why not go back to math by hand instead of by computer?

Why not go back to note cards and speeches instead of words on a screen?

Why not go back to the foundation of our learning:

Ourselves.

 

 

 

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