Man vs. Machine--Further Adventures with Skedula
Yesterday I had a big problem contacting a student's home. A girl walked in 20 minutes late, like she owned the place, after having arrived just before the ending bell rang two days ago. She had a big smile, looking as though she was expecting to win a prize. At least two times I caught her fussing with makeup rather than paying attention. This was fairly easy for her to do as the only seat in my 34-person class was one in the back.
The girl had written a contact number on the card I gave her, but there was another one on Skedula. I went up to her and asked whether the number she gave me
The girl had written a contact number on the card I gave her, but there was another one on Skedula. I went up to her and asked whether the number she gave me