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Without my laptop...

Slicing every day in March!!

Today I forgot my school laptop at home.
I had to get to school before the 7:00 am "pico y placa" restrictions, based on my license plate, went into effect. It wasn't until I got to school that I realized that the feeling that something-was-missing when I walked out the door was because something was missing!

Not having my laptop proved interesting.
I had to borrow an iPad from the tech office for the day.
For those things I couldn't do on the iPad, I used my phone.
Not ideal either way.

This experience made me realize how dependent I've become on computers to accomplish work at school.

Without my laptop, I couldn't use my document camera.
Without my document camera, I couldn't project the set of math problem solving strategies and some practice problems I had planned on doing with my students.
Without the use of the projector, I had to write everything on charts.

Without my laptop, I couldn't access any of my documents that weren't on Google Drive.
Without my laptop, I couldn't access my personal gmail account on the iPad if I had my school gmail account open.
Without my laptop, I couldn't print anything, which may not have been all that bad.
Still, I do need to print sometimes.

Without my laptop, I could greet my students at the door instead of from my desk.

Without my laptop, I didn't have access to some cool math sites I'd found over the weekend.

Without my laptop, I had to shift around my plans for the day.

I definitely won't forget my laptop tomorrow!


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