Looks like it’s time for high school seniors to be tossing their mortar boards into the air again already. Where did the past dozen years go? In my own case, I’m wondering, where’d the past 41 years go since my classmates and I graduated at Arcadia’s rodeo arena?
We’ve come a long way in terms of education over the many generations of folks I’ve talked to in my lifetime. I’ve heard stories firsthand from those who rode horses to school, gathered firewood with classmates for the woodstove for heat, and who used actual ink wells. And when class was over, they’d go home to where there was no electricity or indoor plumbing. That humbles me — a lot — when I think of my “old school” story of how calculators were just coming out, were as big or bigger than a smart phone, and cost $75.
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