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School in 2010

The last time I set foot in a classroom (as a student!) was in 1992.  We had looseleaf paper and binders and maybe some yellow legal pads.  We sat in a lecture center or some form of a classroom and took out our paper, pens, textbooks, etc.  All hard copy.

My experience last night as a graduate student at C.W. Post was remarkably different.  Set atop each "desk" or individual "table" was a 22" iMac.  Yes, an iMac.  I immediately texted my 11 year-old son (who I knew would be equally impressed) and told him.  He wrote back, "Can I come?"

I was so excited to be in a classroom again.  I hung on to every word the professor uttered.  And it's a good thing I was paying attention.  She introduced "Blackboard" - a program that will be our lifeline to assignments,  our syllabus, various other weekly notations and tools, and -- to our professor.

A young woman next to me, probably in her early 20s was zipping through Blackboard the way I zip through the Sunday comics.  She was so adept at it, I felt a little silly.  But no matter, there were two other "mature" students in the class who seemed equally challenged by the new (at least to us) software.

Gotta go, I have homework to do!


Comments

Anonymous said…
Sounds great. What about the stickers for your car?

Oliver
September 15, 2010 at 11:12 AM
Julie Ann Klein said…
yes, i have the stickers affixed like a good college student.
September 15, 2010 at 11:38 AM
Unknown said…
mature - get used to that word. (I heard it a lot when I went back to work after my kids grew a little)
September 19, 2010 at 4:45 PM
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