Communications. I could barely spell the word, much less comprehend its meaning. Yet when Mrs. Rubin made the announcement about the new club she was starting at the junior high school, it triggered something in my mind. Two weeks later, during the last month of my eighth grade year, I figured it out. I was rummaging through the basement, and I ran across the little blue box that my dad had brought home from work …showed first 75 words of 950 total…

…showed last 75 words of 950 total…constant thickening of the worldwide web of networks excites me, because it proves that the world is not as big as one may think. You really can reach out to anyone you want in a matter of milliseconds. The other day, I was helping a ten-year-old girl find an e-mail 'key-pal' from Australia. I think I see a lot of me, the curious eighth-grader, in her. Perhaps I see a lot of the future, too.