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From a Classroom to a Community of Learners
From a Classroom to a Community of Learners. Tuesday, April 23, 2013. This Little Piggy Went to the App Store. This little teacher went to the Apple Store. This little teacher stayed in her classroom. This little used lots of technology. This little teacher used none. This little teacher went wah wah wah all the way home.
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