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What
the Techno Teacher |
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Stepping in |
It's a testament to my eternal (fool-hardy) optimism, that despite the red flags whip-slapping at my face, while being recruited, was my first visit to the lab. The similarities to approaching a anarchic village in a river boat and encountering the chaos begat by Col. Kurtz were like a bloody scrawl on the wall. Almost all the students were playing shooter video games, sanctioned by the teacher, also getting his fair share of kills. Granted it was the end of the school year, summer neared, and the best way to procrastinate near an impending deadline is to take on a virtual zombie/enemy-of-your-choice attack. Girls were in short supply (no surprise) unless they were cheering on boyfriends or huffing the testosterone that permeated. This was a gamer's cave, rationalized no doubt as boot camp training for twitch reflex, response time, and hand to eye accuity. Surprisingly that was not the burning issue, literally at my feet. To my horror (the horror), all the ethernet connection cords covering the carpeted floor, intertwined and twisted on themselves helter-skelter style. Excess lengths of dense blue sphaghetti snaked throughout the room, with no discernible direct routes to the network sockets. The students were propelling themselves around the room in the desk chairs, bumper car style OVER those chords as if they were the lush undergrowth of a steamy jungle floor. My personal heart of darkness. However this was the obvious challenge I could untangle and put in order. |
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Rebuilding |
In my excitement, I spent the better part of the summer reconfiguring the lab and readying myself for adventures with an untested skillset. I was gifted with 2 adjoining rooms, the larger lab and a smaller conference room, that was occasionally hijacked for that purpose. The lab held 20 networked purple iMacs, of the round puck-mouse era. They were in relatively new and in good working order except for their Achilles Heel, the 6 socketed boxes where the hard-wired ethernet cables threaded from each computer were plugged into. Installed at the same height as the seats of the rolling desk chairs. I would not know until actual students entered the TechnoLounge and a real-word rubber meets the road. |
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Team |
Alexis, Maer, Tim, Fabrice Florin David Baal |
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Turn of the Century |
Lorem ipsum |
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