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The Fun They Had
Isaac Asimov
Margie even wrote about it that night in her diary. On the page headed May 17, 2157, she wrote, "Today, Tommy found a real book!"
It was a very old book. Margie's grandfather once said that when he was a little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper.
They turned the pages, which were yellow and crinkly, and it was awfully funny to read words that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to--on a screen, you know. And then, when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it that it had had when they read it the first time.
"Gee," said Tommy, "what a waste. When you're through with the book, you just throw it away, I guess. Our television screen must have had a million books on it and it's good for plenty more. I wouldn't throw it away."
"Same with mine," said Margie. She was eleven and hadn't seen as many telebooks as Tommy had. He was thirteen. She said, "Where did you find it?"
"In my house." He pointed without looking, because he was busy reading. "In the attic." "What's it about?" "School."
Margie was scornful. "School? What's there to write about school? I hate school."
Margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever. The mechanical teacher had been giving her test after test in geography and she had been doing worse and worse until her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and sent for the County Inspector.
He was a round little man with a red face and a whole box of tools with dials and wires. He smiled at Margie and gave her an apple, then took the teacher apart. Margie had hoped he wouldn't know how to put it together again, but he knew how all right, and, after an hour or so, there it was again, large and black and ugly, with a big screen on which all the lessons were shown and the questions were asked. That wasn't so bad. The part Margie hated most was the slot where she had to put homework and test papers. She always had to write them out in a punch code they made her learn when she was six years old, and the mechanical teacher calculated the mark in no time.
The Inspector had smiled after he was finished and patted Margie's head. He said to her mother, "It's not the little girl's fault, Mrs. Jones. I think the geography sector was geared a little too quick. Those things happen sometimes. I've slowed it up to an average ten-year level. Actually, the over-all pattern of her progress is quite satisfactory." And he patted Margie's head again.
Margie was disappointed. She had been hoping they would take the teacher away altogether. They had once taken Tommy's teacher away for nearly a month because the history sector had blanked out completely.
So she said to Tommy, "Why would anyone write about school?"
Tommy looked at her with very superior eyes. "Because it's not our kind of school, stupid. This is the old kind of school that they had hundreds and hundreds of years ago." He added loftily, pronouncing the word carefully, "Centuries ago."
Margie was hurt. "Well, I don't know what kind of school they had all that time ago." She read the book over his shoulder for a while, then said, "Anyway, they had a teacher."
"Sure they had a teacher, but it wasn't a regular teacher. It was a man." "A man? How could a man be a teacher?" "Well, he just told the boys and girls things and gave them homework and asked them questions." "A man isn't smart enough." "Sure he is. My father knows as much as my teacher." "He can't. A man can't know as much as a teacher." "He knows almost as much, I betcha."
Margie wasn't prepared to dispute that. She said, "1 wouldn't want a strange man in my house to teach me."
Tommy screamed with laughter. "You don't know much, Margie. The teachers didn't live in the house. They had a special building and all the kids went there." "And all the kids learned the same thing?" "Sure, if they were the same age."
"But my mother says a teacher has to be adjusted to fit the mind of each boy and girl it teaches and that each kid has to be taught differently."
"Just the same they didn't do it that way then. If you don't like it, you don't have to read the book."
"I didn't say I didn't like it," Margie said quickly. She wanted to read about those funny schools.
They weren't even half-finished when Margie's mother called, "Margie! School!" Margie looked up. "Not yet, Mamma."
"Now!" said Mrs. Jones. "And it's probably time for Tommy, too."
Margie said to Tommy, "Can I read the book some more with you after school?"
"Maybe," he said nonchalantly. He walked away whistling, the dusty old book tucked beneath his arm.
Margie went into the schoolroom. It was right next to her bedroom, and the mechanical teacher was on and waiting for her. It was always on at the same time every day except Saturday and Sunday, because her mother said little girls learned better if they learned at regular hours.

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Text: "The Fun They Had"
Author: Isaac Asimov

Margie was excited and wrote about the day's events in her diary. She mentioned that Tommy had found an actual physical book, which was a rare occurrence in their time. Margie's grandfather had once told her that in the past, all stories were printed on paper.

Tommy and Margie turned the yellowed, crinkly pages of the book. They found it amusing to read words that remained still instead of moving on a screen. Whenever they went back to a previous page, the words remained the same. Tommy saw it as a waste, as the television screen could hold countless books, while Margie, who had seen fewer telebooks than Tommy, agreed. Tommy found the book in his house's attic and replied that it was about school.

Margie, who had always harbored a distaste for school, was scornful and couldn't understand why anyone would write about it. However, Margie's mechanical teacher had been giving her increasingly difficult tests in geography, in which she was continuously performing worse. Her mother, concerned about her poor performance, had called for help from the County Inspector.

The Inspector, a round man with various tools, dismantled the mechanical teacher and fixed it. Margie secretly hoped that he wouldn't figure out how to put it back together, but he did. The mechanical teacher was a large, intimidating machine with a screen that displayed lessons and asked questions. The part Margie despised the most was the slot where she had to submit her homework and tests. She had to transcribe them in a punch code she had learned at the age of six, and the machine quickly calculated her grade.

After fixing the mechanical teacher, the Inspector assured Margie's mother that her daughter's struggles were not her fault. He had slowed down the geography sector to match Margie's level, which seemed satisfactory overall. Margie felt disappointed because she had hoped they would remove the teacher entirely, much like how Tommy's teacher had been taken away for a month due to a malfunctioning history sector.

Rejecting Tommy's explanation that someone would write about school because it was different in the past, Margie asked him to elaborate. Tommy condescendingly explained that in the olden days, school was taught by a man who provided information, assigned homework, and asked questions. Margie doubted a man could be as knowledgeable as their mechanical teacher. Tommy argued that his father knew almost as much as the teacher did. Margie didn't want a strange man in her house to teach her.

Tommy laughed and clarified that the teachers did not live with the students. They had their own separate building, and all the children of the same age learned the same things. Margie, however, mentioned her mother's belief that a teacher had to tailor their teaching to each student's mind, as every child learned differently.

Although Margie didn't oppose Tommy's perspective, she emphasized that she did, in fact, enjoy reading about those old schools. Before they could continue reading, Margie's mother called them to start their school lessons. Margie asked Tommy if they could continue reading the book together after school, to which he responded nonchalantly. He left, whistling with the dusty book in his arm.

Margie entered her schoolroom, which was adjacent to her bedroom, to find the mechanical teacher waiting for her. It was always turned on at the same time every day, except on weekends when the learning hours were different. Margie's mother believed that children learned better when they followed a regular schedule.

In the text "The Fun They Had" by Isaac Asimov, Margie and Tommy discover an ancient physical book in which they learn about the concept of traditional schools. Margie's disdain for her mechanical teacher and her curiosity about the old-fashioned educational system pique her interest.

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