A strange tune began, a slow pavane that seemed to come from inside his own head. The beat grew more insistent, the dance that would end only when he, along with Melody and Sofia, were at the center of the maze.Quotation from:
No more syllabi: how do questions define work tasks?
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Once we recycle our school notebooks and leave our classroom behind, there
are no more rubrics. There is rarely a syllabus or a well-written
assignment. In...
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