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Features

Through the Eyes of a 7-Year-Old Guatemalan

It was just like any other normal day, I guess. I woke up to the sound of my mother getting ready to take me to school. But this time, she was moving so fast, I was getting dizzy spinning around the room watching her.  She kept talking to herself about “special people” that were coming to visit the school. In the midst of the madness, I had noticed, whether it was last night or some time ago, she had lost the last tooth in her mouth.

Opinion

For the Love of Lectures: Please Stop the PowerPoint Presentations

We’ve all had that class before. Walking into the dark, ominous room, the only sign of life coming from a stream of fluorescent illumination out of a machine somewhere in the middle of the space, finding its home on a screen in front of the room.  The class where the only thing harder than retaining information is keeping your eyes open.  The class no one wants to go to.