Nobody had an answer. Mr. Ross tapped at the front of his forehead with one finger. “The Short Term Memory. How much can you hold in there at a time? Anybody know?” Silence. “It’s estimated we can only hold four to nine items in there at a time. Shall we try an experiment?” They waited. Feenix grinned at Robert again. Robert ignored her. Mr. Ross put up a list of about thirty words on the Smart Board and gave them two minutes to study them. Then he clicked the words off. “All right. Everybody write down as many as you can remember.” When they were all done writing, he clicked the words back on. “Anybody get more than twelve? Be honest.” Everybody counted their words in silence. Apparently, nobody had. “See? Short Term Memory is small. It’s like a tiny entrance hallway. And it doesn’t hold onto things for more than a few seconds, maybe up to minute. So, if you want to keep what’s in there, you’ve got to move fast and get it into Long Term Memory. How much space in your Long Term Memory?” They stared at him. “That’s correct,” he said into the silence. “Nobody really knows. It appears to be humongous. Perhaps limitless.’ Mr. Ross grabbed hold of the top of his head with his spread-out fingers. “You, too,” he commanded. “Fingers over your heads.” Everybody obeyed. “Do you feel it? I’m not just talking about your memory. I’m talking about your brain. The size of the world in there. Try to imagine this. There’s a hundred
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