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strojnjashka [21]
2 years ago
6

What skill is "critical" to success in online learning?

English
1 answer:
Alex Ar [27]2 years ago
8 0

Hello Bluekola888,

Nice to meet you!


Your questions: What skill is "critical" to success in online learning?


Your answer: Skills needed for online learning would be computer literacy, you have to be an active learner, you have to be good in reading and writing. But the most critical that I BELIEVE are CRITICAL is having time commitment and being self motivated.

Thanks for your time and have a great day!

~Rendorforestmusic

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