Friday, May 29, 2015

Why my students are not my clients

For years I have resisted the encroachment of the language of the business world into the world of education.  Often without realizing it, teachers are using the terms of business management to describe their students and the work we do every day.  Why we abandoned the language of teaching, in favour of language that often obfuscates the meaning of what we do, I will never understand.

In that vein, I recently had an encounter with an administrator in which she referred to students as clients.  Probably stupidly, I had to object and said, quite simply, "Sorry, my students are not my clients.  A student is a whole lot more than a client."

Here in summary, is why my students are not my clients.


  • Clients get bills.  I don't send my students or their parents a bill for services rendered.  Even working in a private school, this doesn't happen.
  • Clients rarely (ever?) get in trouble.  I don't know anyone who runs a business who reprimands their clients or gives them detention. In fact, that would probably be a pretty good way to go out of business.  As a teacher, however, I sometimes reprimand my students for things they do because I am trying to help them become powerful, positive contributors to society.  Sometimes they annoy each other (or me), and part of my responsibility is to make the group function smoothly.
  • Clients don't just drop by to hang out.  Students, however, come by at break, lunch, and even after school.  I don't think I know any lawyers, doctors, or fitness trainers whose clients just want to hang out with them.  [Well, maybe sometimes the fitness trainers...]  I, however, sometimes have to lock the door to get some work done.  Unless it's a Black Friday sale, I don't know of many clients clamouring at the door to get in.
  • Clients rarely get nostalgic.  Students on the other hand come by years later to talk about old times or to tell you about how life is changing.  I don't think lawyers often hear, "Hey, do you remember that time I got sued?"  
  • Clients rarely drop by with snacks, notes, or little gifts.  Students, on the other hand, send funny messages, share their popcorn, bake cookies, and leave funny notes on your desk. Students often make your day.
  • Clients rarely get nicknames.  In the course of a year, I end up with nicknames for most of my students.  Whether it's Megasaurus or adding '-ito' to the end of a student's name, when you spend that much time together, you develop a deeply personal relationship.
  • Clients rarely develop a bond with each other.  In a classroom, though, we (students and teachers) become like a weird extended family. 
The number one reason my students are not my 'clients'?  I love my students.  To call them clients belittles the relationship we share and reduces it to some kind of customer service model.  

Because I love them...

I get teary when they do great things; 
I get irritated when they do 'bad' things;
I listen when they cry; 
I teach them how to stand up for themselves and for others;
I hope that they can make the world the place it can and should be;
And I care about them long after they leave my classroom.

A student is not a client.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

When you tweet 50 times a day...

You're bound to offend someone some time.  This photo turned up in my twitter feed not too long ago.  I guess that whole 'isn't amazing that they have cell phones but no running water?' thing still plays well to some audiences, but I was offended (and I have both running water and a connected device).




Thursday, May 21, 2015

The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht (4 of 5)

Martin 'Mottl' Simmonds finds his life transformed three times by the sudden entrances/exits to/from his life of brilliant violinist Dovidl Rapoport.  It is these transformations - the idea that one person could so exert an influence on another - that is at the heart of The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht.  Dovidl's first entrance on the stage of Simmonds' life is the most believable, shaking up his pre-war London childhood world of benign neglect.  As the Nazis rise in Europe and Rapoport's family disappears in the maw of the Warsaw ghetto, Simmonds takes on the responsibility of companion and muse, nursing his friend's musical talent.  All the while he happily takes his place as second - just outside the spotlight that shines ever brighter on his friend both at home and in the musical world.

When Rapoport flees his seemingly bright future, Simmonds stumbles through life - mediocrity defines him.  Without the shining light of Rapoport, his music, and the force of his personality, Simmonds pursues nothing, simply moving forward because time does.  On a regional sales trip, through a quite (perhaps overly) elaborate series of events, Simmonds rediscovers Rapoport.  He faces the emotional damage he suffered as a result of Rapoport's escape and is, as a result, emboldened, confronting both his past and his future.  When Rapoport disappears yet again, Simmonds is free - free of his past and free to pursue any future he wants.  His wagon unhitched from the brilliance of a virtuoso, he can merely be.  


That one person could so profoundly affect another seems hard to fathom, yet it remains a fascinating idea.  Lebrecht constructs the novel in such a way, that the reader can believe it.  Rapoport is tormented by the loss of his family and his people at the hands of the Nazis, so is it any harder to imagine that Simmonds could be shaken to his core by the loss of the man who roused him from the slumber of an unhappy childhood?  The circumstances of the disappearance, reappearance, and final disappearance may test the limits of patience a bit, but the effect it has on Simmonds's character is a great subject to explore.

Lebrecht also does well what I love most in historical fiction.  The layers of reality underneath the fictional story demand exploration.  I read this on paper, and I am glad of that.  Otherwise, the narrative would have been constantly interrupted as I looked up references, events, and people.  I ended up fascinated by the twentieth century masters of classical music, a world I have very little interest in normally.  The lives and deaths of great talents, some because of the Holocaust, created both a great backdrop for the intricacies of the Mottl/Dovidl relationship and a window on a transformative period in history.  And Lebrecht shows its transformative effect on the world of European Jews, on Britain, and on culture.  As it is, I have about fifteen folded pages to go back and look up references for.

Something to savour after the book is done.


Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Stellar Toronto Views

Toronto, you look good in the summer sun.





Sunday, May 17, 2015

Let the Bakerbots Countdown Begin

Sweet, sweet BakerBots, I will see you soon.




Saturday, May 16, 2015

Henry Rollins - 1988


You should see the other side.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Wataminchi in Ueno - Japan is Special

Full disclosure - I'm a Japanophile.  There is something about Japan that I find irresistibly appealing.  If you are ever tempted to tell me the flaws of Japan, I won't deny them.  This is not some kind of rose-coloured glasses, can-do-no-wrong kind of infatuation.  It's more like the esteem in which you hold an artist or writer whose work you have followed for years.  Yes, they might have some character flaws that might not make them best friend or romantic partner material, but it doesn't stop you from admiring the brilliance of their work.  That's Japan for me - the brilliant artist.

On my last night in Tokyo a few weeks ago, we wanted to go to an izakaya.  Roaming the area around Ueno station, the first thing you think is, "How do all these restaurants survive?"  Even the two New Yorkers I was with could not get over the sheer number of places to eat and drink.  In a business in which location is often touted as one of the biggest factors in success or failure, Tokyo is a place where there might be a different restaurant on each of 8 floors of a building.  How do you get people to go up to the eighth floor to see if the food is good?  The only thing to bring you in is a sign at ground level and the constant stream of customers coming and going.  In our case, the different signs didn't mean a lot (because we don't speak Japanese), but the flow of customers was our recommendation.

We followed some people upstairs to a place called Wataminchi and asked for a table.  Full.  We sat down to wait and had a couple of drinks and some edamame.  It didn't take too long before our table came up and we settled in for a nice 'last night in Japan eating frenzy'.  As with most places you go in Tokyo, the food was good and the beer super cold.  As we were leaving, the host/manager asked us to wait a few minutes.  It was an odd request (being asked to wait when you are leaving a restaurant), but, this being Japan, I tend towards seeing where things lead.

We plunked down at the little stools at the front, and about five minutes later were presented with this gorgeous hand-drawn, hand-lettered sign.



It's not like I haven't been to friendly places before.  But this place was PACKED.  They didn't need us as customers by any stretch of the imagination.  Still, the manager somehow made time to get inks and brushes to make this for us.  More than that, it's gorgeous.  Even a quick friendly gesture in Japan somehow reflects an incredible aesthetic quality that you don't see elsewhere.  I mean, in Canada I might get a little thank you note on a napkin with a happy face.  In Tokyo I get calligraphy.  

Love you, Japan.


Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Real Gifts (from 1991)

Sometimes people give gifts that are actually perfect, and you just hope that they are appreciated the right way.  My dad, who was not one for giving or receiving gifts, loved this one.  My sister gave it to him and to my mum for his retirement.  He got rid of almost everything he owned when he came to Thailand, but he brought this.  I kept it for as long as it would last.

This should keep it alive digitally.

"I thought this was the next best way of framing.  Now all you have to do is buy a little sticky hanger thingamajigga and you can have it up on the wall in Dad's office in no time!!!

I'm glad to hear things are going well for you both and look forward to seeing you early in 1992.  All the best. 

Love always,

_______ xoxoxoxoxoxo



Saturday, May 9, 2015

On Governance, Middle School, USAID, and Michael Eddy

In the last quarter of the year, I attempt to tie together all that we have studied in a unit on Governance.  In my teacher-brain fantasy, students will see clearly how our focus on human Adaptation, our ability to engage in Innovation, and our ability to live in Urban Societies connect.  After all, we have few truly unique human traits, but we are adaptable to a degree almost unseen in any other species.  This is, in large part, due to the fact that we are not bound by instinct but can make choices about our actions and invent new ways in which to live.  We have innovated over and over again, developing new technologies and even entirely new lifestyles with the advent of agriculture approximately 10000-12000 years ago.  That innovation led to the urban centres that dominate our planet today which are in turn centres of invention and learning.

Did all of that come with problems?  Indeed it did.  But it's also accompanied by a unique ability to determine how we live, how we use resources, and how we live together.  That circularity is where Governance comes in because we can create and shape structures to both organize ourselves AND address the problems we face as a species.

I teach Grade 6, so I don't hold my breath that my students see all of that, but I am probably impressed at least once a day by how much of the big picture they do see.  It's even better when we get a little help.  Last week, Michael Eddy of USAID (Twitter: @MeddyEddy) came in to do just that.

Michael Eddy is currently the Acting Mission Director for USAID for Sri Lanka and Maldives.  He is their main 'governance guy' yet he still gave up a whole day to work with my class.  We are at the beginning of a process that culminates in a grade level Constitutional Convention during which students will write competing proposals intended to govern a society in the process of starting from scratch.  What Mr. Michael (as the kids called him) provided was his invaluable experience and work in South Sudan.

USAID and Eddy worked under incredible pressure to help the people of South Sudan pull off their historic referendum on independence in 2011.  Despite the minefields of logistical and political obstacles everywhere, the dream of an independent South Sudan became a reality.  Currently, the country is governed under a set of interim agreements while a permanent constitution is developed.  This is where Eddy presented my students with a challenge: what kind of constitution would you create to ensure the best possible future for the country?

They worked in groups to identify structures to ensure accountability and transparency, the protection of rights, and a more prosperous future.  We had only an hour, but in that time Eddy provided a context for my students that will be invaluable as we more forward in our study of what good government is (or could be).  His explanation of governance criteria were invaluable for me, as well. These criteria will help me better frame the discussion and debate as students move forward in determining their priorities of governance.

Michael Eddy on governance inspires...

It's a tremendously challenging exercise for young people, but at the same time it's a tremendous opportunity to build engagement and the BELIEF that we, collectively and as individuals, can shape the way we live and determine steps towards a better society.  The ability to believe in and be inspired by something we cannot necessarily see is also a particularly human trait, by the way.

If we are lucky, a few students will try and follow in the footsteps of Michael Eddy.  Seeing, through him, the real life application of the ramifications of both our unique human abilities and the choices we make was and is truly powerful learning.  Fingers crossed.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Possum - A dad story


Going through some old photographs recently, I came across this adorable photo of a possum.  I took the photo in Florida in December or January of 2005/2006.  We had decided to take our holiday in the Everglades that year, checking out swamps, doing some road tripping, and paddling.  I had been driving along a particularly beautiful and waterlogged area when we saw some alligators and decided to check them out from the side of the road.  I parked and we walked over to observe.  



Just by the side of the road lay this adorable little guy.  Unfortunately, however, he was dead.  I took the picture because of the beauty of his perpetual sleep, but I remember the incident most for the classic 'Dad' moment it would soon become.  

I walked down the road a bit further to look at the alligators and turned to see that my father was not with us.  Instead, he had stopped to inspect the adorable little possum.  Enamoured by his pointy snout and dainty feet, my father had decided to pick him up by the tail and came walking along the gravel shoulder jauntily swinging the little guy by the tail.  

Actually, little guy isn't really accurate.  He was probably the size of a small Thanksgiving turkey.  Judging by the slight tilt to my dad's shoulder as he walked, he probably weighed 4-5 kilos.  

My wife, knowing my dad as she did, immediately took a step back.  At that point, my dad was still probably about 10-12 metres away, but she knew his sense of humour.  "No, don't..."  At that point she started retreating even more quickly.

I yelled in that voice so many of us have that expresses the unique form of irritation we can only feel when it involves our parents.  It's a tone I never liked in my voice, but this was one of the times I could already tell it was warranted.  "What are you DOING with that thing?!?!"  

Dad just kept coming, grinning all the while.  He started to swing it a little more gleefully.  My wife retreated at a brisk jog at this point.  I looked back at her, then back at dad just in time to see Mr. Possum sailing in a graceful arc through the air.  "Catch."  He landed about a metre from me with a thud.  To continue with the turkey comparison, it was something like the the sound the bird made when my mum once dropped the uncooked but defrosted Thanksgiving sacrifice on the kitchen floor.  
"What are you thinking, dad!?  It's dead.  What are you doing picking up a dead possum?"  My indignation rose in me just as the pitch of my voice soared.  Dad just laughed, walked over to the possum near my feet, picked him up again, and tossed him at the two alligators who seemed untroubled by the old man picking up dead animals with his bare hands.  As the hurled mammal splashed down, the two raised their heads momentarily to peek over at the disturbance but seemed otherwise nonplussed.  [Note: Blog post on the word 'nonplussed' is coming another day.]

I continued yelling things in some odd reversal of parent-child roles...'Who picks up dead animals?  You don't even know what it died from!  It didn't get run over - it could have been sick!' 

But Dad, in all his classic dad-ness just smiled and laughed.  


Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Monday, May 4, 2015

Awkward Moments in Independent Reading: A Follow-up

I recently wrote about a funny awkward moment that started with a student asking me the definition of codpiece.  She was reading Gilt by Katherine Longshore at the time, and the resulting conversation is probably one that both of us - student and teacher - will be telling people for years to come.

To be honest, I had two reasons for telling the story.  The first, and most obvious, is that it was one of those beautifully funny middle school moments.  There is nothing like a middle school student - capable of truly intellectual insights but still a kid.  The intersection of the two qualities make my work amazing.

But there was a pedagogical rationale for blogging the story as well.

All schools want to encourage independent student reading.  The benefits are so clear and so varied that for many schools, independent reading programs are a key focus of school improvement.  Giving students choice in what they read seems like a no-brainer, but it really has to be accompanied by some thoughtful policies because, inevitably, students will choose books that some of the adults in their lives may not be all that comfortable with.  This is particularly true of our strong readers in Middle School.

I have students who read at a high school level, but they are still kids.  They have to be allowed to explore writing that is thematically compelling and academically challenging even if what they choose sometimes makes us uncomfortable.  It's the only way to help our students reach their academic potential.  To accomplish that, we need to consider the way we are going to respond to questions about things like codpieces long before the questions are even asked.

Parents

As schools, we need to involve parents early and often in understanding our reading policy.  Note that I said 'understanding' - not shaping.  We must explain our rationale for student choice in reading and demonstrate how and why it benefits kids academically.  We cannot let parents determine our book or reading policy, so we need school leaders who will assert our expertise as educators.

At the same time, we need to have policies and technology in place to help parents who want to be involved in the book choices their children make.  My students, for example, already keep a list of books they want to read.  The list is constantly evolving as friends recommend new books or their interests change.  Putting the list online for parents to read - or, even better, encouraging parents to keep and share their own 'want to read' list with their children - would allow them to have conversations about the books, discuss any concerns they have, and, if they feel it is necessary, restrict their child's access to specific titles.

Almost any modern school library has a computer-based check-out process.  Parents could easily share any restrictions with circulation staff so that any books parents don't want their kids reading could not be checked out.

I'm not an advocate for restricting access to books.  I read anything and everything when I was in Middle School.  Most of that did NOT include young adult literature.  My parents believed I was mature enough to put down a book that made me uncomfortable.  I do believe that we need policies that respect individual families' values without letting those values alter policies that we know as professional educators benefit learning.

A procedure like this protects teachers and the institution, respects parent input regarding their own children's reading, and upholds a sound educational policy.  Schools can focus on building a library of high quality and high interest books without worrying whether a specific title will offend someone in the community.  Teachers can safely encourage students to 'reach' as readers.  Parents can be parents and guide them in reading books that reflect their values.

Teachers and students

With a choice based independent reading program, we have to be prepared for those awkward codpiece moments, too.  We need to figure out policies for how we will answer questions about things students encounter in what they read before the questions are asked.  I had some colleagues who were surprised that I answered the codpiece question, but for me there was no doubt about whether I would answer it.

Her question was legitimate, and codpiece, after all, is just a word.  Not answering the question or saying it was a question for home would have been to imply that there was something wrong with what my student was reading.  And there was nothing wrong with Gilt.

Are there parents who might not want their children to read Gilt?  Yes.  Is there anything wrong with it? Most definitely not.  It doesn't advocate hate or harm to anyone.  It's historical fiction, and codpieces were a Tudor fashion trend.

In my conversation about Gilt there were three types of questions my student asked that, to me, help define a helpful policy regarding potentially awkward questions that might come up when students choose their own books.

1.  Definition (What's a codpiece) - Especially when teaching in schools with large numbers of English language learners there will be questions about words that some would deem inappropriate.  But again, they are words, and knowing how and when it's okay to use them means knowing their definitions.  In most cases, I would rather my students learn those words from me than from another student.

This was a question that deals with fact.

2.  Why did they wear those? - To me, this is part of defining what codpieces are.  It's part of the purpose; hiding the purpose of it would be to implicitly say that there is something bad about including it in the story.  Codpieces were a weird fashion, but you could make the same argument for push-up bras.

This was also a question that deals with fact.

3.  Why would someone find a big penis attractive? - That's the point in the conversation where it became a topic for home.  This question doesn't deal with facts; it deals with images of sexuality, stereotypes, and opinions regarding sex.  It's for home.

Developing clear guidelines for situations like this has several advantages.  First, it protects a teacher by more clearly defining what is appropriate and what is inappropriate to talk about.

By giving teachers the leeway to answer a question like 'what is a __________' that comes up within the context of a book, we reinforce for students that they can ask us questions about uncomfortable topics - questions that deserve answers. Very often, students encounter through books topics that they will never encounter in their daily lives.  The relationship we have with our students is often the only one in which they feel comfortable seeking answers about uncomfortable topics.  Asking parents is often not an option for students.  They may feel more embarrassed asking a parent, or they may fear the judgement about what they are reading if they ask.  

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The bottom line is if we want to encourage our students to become lifelong, independent readers, we know we need to encourage choice.  When they choose, they may choose some things that raise awkward questions.  To make the program work, we need to plan ahead.  It's not that hard.

Doodling 7


Saturday, May 2, 2015

Friday, May 1, 2015

Independent Reading Can Lead to Some Awkward Moments

Note: within my school, this is okay.  Students have wide latitude in what they choose to read for independent reading.  It is also okay for me to answer questions like this.  Still, please note that I was careful and let her parents know.

Here is the scene...

Mostly silent room, all twenty students are reading quietly.  I roll around in my chair checking in with students about what they are reading, what they like about the book, perceived difficulty - the usual. I am just finished when a young girl reading Gilt by Katherine Longshore comes up to ask me a question. 

Student: Ummm, what's a codpiece?

Me: (Just about to take a sip of water and then coughing it up) What?  A codpiece? (Laughter from me)  
Even suits of armour had codpieces built in.

Student: Yeah, it's in my book.

Me: Can I see that?

[Sure enough, 'codpiece' was right there.  The sentence went something like, 'That's a codpiece, not his real anatomy.'  I should have written in down or taken a photo.]

Me: (still giggling) Let me tell you what that means over here.  It might be a bit embarrassing to hear. (We walk to the door.)  A codpiece is actually something men used to wear in their pants, well, to...basically to make their penises look bigger.

Student: (incredulous, almost appalled) What?!?!  Ewww.  That's disgusting.  (Then almost tentatively) Okay, so what does anatomy mean, then?

Me: Anatomy refers to the body structure.  So if you study anatomy, you might study how the lungs work, the muscles, the bones...the whole thing.

Student:  So she's saying the...his...penis might not look...because of the thing, the codpiece?

Me: Yes.

(Now we are both laughing, but I'm on the verge of tears.)

Student:  Wow.  Well then, in the next paragraph it says 'pizzle', what's that?

Me: Seriously?  You're kidding, let me see that.  [Sure enough, 'pizzle' is right there.]  Pizzle is a word that refers to an animal penis, usually a bull or something like that.

Student: Oh God!

(Embarrassed, she goes to sit down.)

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Silent reading continued for just a couple of more minutes.  I did the smart thing and sent a quick email to her parents explaining that their daughter had come across the words 'codpiece' and 'pizzle' in her book from the library.  I told them that I had given her the definition but that she might have some questions at dinner that night.

After independent read finished, class continued with students doing a quick reading and discussion.  As I went over to her side of the room, it was clear that she did have some additional questions.

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Student: (As I am walking by, she stops me.)  But why would a man want it to look like he had a big penis?  

Me: (I am almost unable to speak.  I am choking back laughter)  That, (student name), is a VERY good question.  Why indeed?  I think it was a fashion thing, Tudor or Elizabethan times in Europe, and it was supposed to make you more attractive. 

Student:  (Utterly disgusted now)  What woman would think it was attractive if a man had a big...Ewww, God. 

Me: Okay, THAT is a question you have to ask at home.  



Do not let adults steal this generation from you: Seeing both sides

On tumblr, I follow a bunch of different blogs.  I try to primarily follow people who are posting their own original content, but I also follow some people (primarily young people, or at least people younger than me) who reblog tons of things relating to life as a teen or young adult. Working with people that age every day makes me particularly interested in and appreciative of their world view.  I won't pretend that I always share it, but I do often enough that I reblog or favourite their posts fairly regularly.

Recently, the post below captured my attention; for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about it.

fleurbot:
Do not let adults steal this generation from you. Relish in selfies. Snapchat pictures of coffee to your friends, huddle around an iphone to watch Vines. Shamelessly love this generations commodities, like how your parents loved THEIR commodities, like disco or Hammer Pants or whatever else. Do not let angry adults take away your chance to experience the uniqueness of right now.

Just ignore any typos and the misuse of 'relish' and focus on the idea here because there are some really important things going on.

In my school, which until recently was very open to technology, there has been a profound shift in attitude.  Technology is being demonized as the cause of attention issues, lack of sleep, behaviour problems, inappropriate peer relationships...you name the problem and a parent, teacher, or administrator will bring up the pernicious effects of technology use.  This has been filtering down to students in many different forms.  In various classes, teachers present articles and lead discussions about the damaging effects of tech use.  Concerned parents pressure the school to present parent workshops about digital dangers.  Whole wellness class sessions are directed towards eliminating or 'managing' the digital distractions in young people's lives.  


Perhaps most noticeable is the general tone of disdain directed towards the way young people use digital media.  Selfies, status updates, ask.fm, snapchats...they are all fair game as topics of wry humour.  Though many - if not most - of the adults I know use similar media on a regular basis, they speak disparagingly amongst themselves and with a deprecating humour in class about things like the narcissistic qualities they perceive in the way young people use digital media.  If a statistic comes out about how many selfies are taken by the average teenager in a given day, odds are it will gain traction among some teachers and be mentioned in class.  


It was inevitable that young people would get fed up with this constant onslaught of criticism of the ways in which they express themselves.  If I were a 14 year old selfie-poster, I'd be pretty sick of the delight some adults seem to take in disparaging the media I use and consume on a regular basis.  


That's not to say I agree with fleurbot and xcxcxbx about 'adults stealing their generation', but I do understand the sentiment.  As educators we (some of us?) have realized that the tactic of telling kids how bad drugs are for them isn't likely to get all of them to just say no. The whole 'this is your brain on drugs' thing is kind of a joke these days.  Nevertheless today we trot out images of MRIs and tell kids that these little light patches show that your brain is getting some kind of dopamine hit from checking your facebook status.  As if that little light patch symbolized a future of deranged social media obsession.  


There is another side, of course.  I see people (friends and students, not just students) who view every place - from a work of art to the Anne Frank house - as the perfect backdrop for a picture of themselves.  Forget the issue of ego, it takes people out of the moment.  If you're figuring out the right pose for the right photo with the right caption, how do you appreciate the place/time?  How do you look around you and fully immerse yourself in whatever it is that prompted you to stop and capture the image in the first place?  

I see the death of conversation and laughter as people (young, old, and in between) compulsively checking social media feeds for updates on where, what, who, and when.  People who chose to go out together,  allegedly for fun, who don't engage with each other because they are keeping an eye on what's going on elsewhere.  

I see parents (some of whom are also teachers) ignoring their families in order to 'check one more thing'.

I'll stop there because what I'm talking about is not new.  

What I'll come back to, however, is that the media aren't going away because, really, almost no one wants them to.  Mocking them to our students is going to lead, at best, to deaf ears and at worst to a giant 'SHUT UP, ALREADY' from the people who we want to use media better.  Better than we do if we're being honest.

Instead of preaching and harping on what's wrong with digital media usage, maybe it's time we started a conversation about using it better.  Maybe the first step is seeing both sides.  

Doodling 5