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Buna!doresc si eu o compunere in lb engleza de 80 de cuvinte cu titlul:scoala in viitor.multumesc!

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I do not know how others are, but we, the students see school in a very different way than teachers or parents, for instance. Whether we admit it or not, existed in each of our lives at a time when, through breaks or lean his elbows on the bench at math, we wanted the windows of our school to be the caramelized sugar or rather , not at all; stairs to be soft and fluffy sponge cake or even the blinds are made of sheet chocolate. Or (why not?) There are some sleepier of their kind who still dreams to come to school in pink pajamas and slippers, and instead of banks to be comfortable cushions; teachers not to send notes (poor) students not to pass examinations ....
More recently, as technology has advanced, learners will have its own tablet and multi-functional crib "invisible, in case you catch." On the other hand, teachers want students conscientious, passionate about reading, students are present in class all the time and understand lessons in record time, if it can even be taught before ...
I think some time in the future where all wishes students I know not to cross-cum aspirations of teachers and the school to be born again in a second with a deafening Big Bang. Will appear when a new civilization, far better than today or, conversely, the world will wake up in total chaos?
The story begins with a question: how would the School of the Future?

Let's do an exercise in imagination: we are on a planet some. Earth is history, a little strange ancient times as a blue sphere on the teacher's desk mythology. I look in a mirror with multi-touch, you can press to zoom in or out or to change them depending on what I feel like. I am a small man disproportionately in class XII 7Y957, head as a Halloween pumpkin, but with the string fingers and slender, suited for thousands of knobs around me. We have buttons everywhere, have touch-screen everywhere up here and you sit down on the chair have to set something else that you called back.
I'm doing my homework. A nice car in front of me write whatever they think, without any gesture sketch this. I write with the power of thought, as they say, while I fix mirror galactic milling. And in two minutes I finished. Oops, this time it really took me more (must have been that boring composition at the thirty-eighth modern language we are considering).
I look around the room and can not find my uniform (about outdated in my opinion, only a poor -This built-in GPS to not distract us), but we seem to have lost her again somewhere. Again must flash five times to rummage among the other clothes in the closet and finally phosphorescent lights hanger with head and uniform number 6 is already leaning on me. Press the red button on the right ankle and teleport me as you say "click" directly to the school, in the classroom. Sure, on the way, welcome all kinds of temptations (clubs suspended terraces with super-tender, where, after a beer galactic receive free teleportation home for your safety and that of others), but I try to keep myself away them. What the hell? Only an alien are conscientious.
The first hour is ecology, which not little sense today. We try to be disciplined environment, how much can: for example, delete dust flowers in tinfoil and always when we are hurt by a tablet, a pretty throw in trash, not down the street. Well, there are some who do not comply with these rules: just a moment ago we woke up with a whole artificial oak forest cleared in one night.
Next time mother tongue, which last time I was asked to write an essay about how we handle new planet Earth, if it would be possible in life. For this project I had to document, watch movies of that era, movies that tell you hand on the gadget, impressed me to tears. Back then, people used their hands to write pages and pages about trivial things (such as the moon or the stars). Moreover, they had some strange devices called books, which read day-light. I'm still thinking if I could survive such a rudimentary era ...
However, back then, students had an advantage: they flunk freely, because there, as today, such accessory to track wherever they are, when it makes its presence. We have a huge screen and the teacher, you enter the name of each new database ... .hop! And found us! Either we are lost in space or on any terrace, honoring alongside fellow PC. Not much we can outsmart them and if it annoys bring us in a moment back in the classroom, with "Power click, 'while mom and dad, by contacting us keep scowling a video-conference all the beauty on the big screen as the cosmos, even in front of colleagues. Also, when one of us is in physically in the classroom, but lying in a deep sleep or falls into a reverie sweet, thinking about something other than what is discussed in class, law student's name shall be green pilot light goes out and the alarm sounds. That means he did not actively participate in class.

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