euphoria still remember the afternoon of November 2, 1994. I was playing with my dog \u200b\u200bwhen my grandfather Manuel Belch called me and told me their precious secret. We went up to the camera in your home, a dark place with an incredible smell of freshly baked bread. After dodging several sacks of flour, my eyes were dazzled by the appearance of a large metal contraption with lots of buttons. At first I thought it was a new invention for baking bread, but I was wrong, I was faced with a time machine. My thin fingers struck several keys by dialing a random number, 2030. I entered into the machine and my grandfather turned with a vengeance a device similar to a rudder. When I opened my eyes I stood before a group of teens reading a paper book and pass on the pleasure of reading. Of course, not all had books, some read through some strange devices they called the e-books, but after all, our eyes roamed the same words.
To my surprise, after finishing reading all opened up their computers and the board had disappeared. He wore green waxed my teacher at school had been replaced by a white panel that was connected to the Internet and which could be more creative activities. I liked the new board, but would they have gone the pens and notebooks to class? Handwriting would know "students?
Suddenly, a student who had forgotten to charge the battery in your computer at home, took out a notebook and several pens in his backpack. Of course, it only had been in a couple of books and snacks for recess, his back and could not bear much weight because the whole agenda appeared in the so-called digital whiteboard and students they had in their computers. The confused student set out to write in his notebook the duties, ended early, so he wrote on a piece of paper a love note and threw it to one of her classmates Uff ... thank goodness! The computer I see both these customs have disappeared.
To my surprise, after finishing reading all opened up their computers and the board had disappeared. He wore green waxed my teacher at school had been replaced by a white panel that was connected to the Internet and which could be more creative activities. I liked the new board, but would they have gone the pens and notebooks to class? Handwriting would know "students?
Suddenly, a student who had forgotten to charge the battery in your computer at home, took out a notebook and several pens in his backpack. Of course, it only had been in a couple of books and snacks for recess, his back and could not bear much weight because the whole agenda appeared in the so-called digital whiteboard and students they had in their computers. The confused student set out to write in his notebook the duties, ended early, so he wrote on a piece of paper a love note and threw it to one of her classmates Uff ... thank goodness! The computer I see both these customs have disappeared.
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