our imagination

Apr. 01, 2009

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She met one of her colleagues and that girl started to talk with her like they were friends forever. She wanted to go to the biology the hour that she had at 11 o’clock but her colleague told her that the first our is mathematics and it’s 8 o’clock not 11.so they both go to the mathematics’ class. When she entered the class she stopped. Her mouth opened easily , she was merely amazed like she has never been in her whole life. The walls were covered with formulas , the blackboard was white and some buttons on it ,the desks had on it some computers and nobody had any notebooks. Nothing was the same. The old school have just evaporated . but when ? and where? And why? But this is not something interesting for us.
Will touched gently her mouse . the screen of the computer that was in front of her opened. She could see a math lesson presented in a such interesting way that you could not help to learn the lesson. The teacher entered the class and started to explain the lesson without being necessary . it was such an amazing way to learn. At the end of the hour they had a short test. It was so easy for her and for all actually. That day was simply the best day of school. All hours were in the same way. The teachers appreciated the kids at their real value and no child was unthankful for his grade. All the classes were without books or notebooks , just a computer. And no child was searching for something else on the net just what they needed for a better development of the class. She talked with the girls that she always wanted to talk.
But suddenly she heard noises .
- What is happening? She asked.
- It’s just me , said her mother. I just wanted to see if you are ok.
- Mom , I think I finally found my purpose in life. I want to make school better. And if I had to study hard for this ,I will do it. And she told her mother her dream.
And her mother trust that Will will change something one day.