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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