The first few years I taught computers to K-5 grade at a little local charter school, we were working with an unmatched set of donated machines that were running everything from Windows NT to Vista. The computers were…unreliable, at best, when it came to performance. Some of the monitors were pretty sketchy, too; mostly they were big, old CRTs that weighed about eighty pounds, screens slowly wobbling left and right like an Air Dancer in slow-mo, and run through with glowing lines. There was a reason those things were donated, and it wasn’t because the previous owners had kind hearts and wanted to provide a superior computer learning experience for young children. There was an oft-heard cry in that tiny, hot room full of frustrated children and one frazzled human woman trying to make sense of the various error messages.
“MISS MCNOODLES, SOMETHING HAPPENED!”