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J ust great. Hugo looked at his schedule. His last class of the day was a computer class. The absolute last thing I want to learn is how to write computer code. It was the first day of school and Hugo’s first day in his new school. He and his mother had moved to town a few weeks before and had just managed to unpack. He didn’t know any of the kids here, and they all seemed to know each other. He had man- aged to get through most of his first day—but was now faced with a computer class. As soon as Hugo settled into a seat at the back of the room, the teacher, a youngish man, wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, wrote his name on the board: “Mr. Dewey.” “Welcome to a new computer class here at North High School. You can think of yourselves as guinea pigs,” he said. “Computers have never been taught exactly like this, and I’ll be honest, I really had to convince the administration that this was a course worth teaching. So,” Mr. Dewey paused—“do a good job, my job depends on it!” Computer Communications

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