Many people have emailed me asking why I haven’t posted pictures of my beautiful granddaughters. I explained that I really didn’t know how, but now I think I do. This will just be a temporary post since I do not want the cuteness of my granddaughters to detract from the heavy, serious issues I intend to write about. So enjoy while you can!
On page 209 of Raw Materials for the Mind, David Warlick says that there are three major benefits for having students publish online. These benefits involve motivation, authentic writing, and multi-media.
The large audience of the worldwide web not only encourages students to become engaged in writing which actually communicates to a large group of people, but takes the students beyond writing to get a “good” grade.
A goal to communicate something in particular to a specific audience leads to authentic writing. Students must plan and develop a subject and decide on the best way to inform or convince their audience.
Digital communication makes multi-media presentations possible for adolescent students in a classroom in southern West Virginia. The challenge is there, and the student is only limited by his or her own imagination. Posters thrown together the night before a project is due will no longer be the way to go.
Warlick goes on to explain that there are many benefits to this kind of communication. There is no downside. There is no waste of time and effort. This is not “busy work”. This is authentic communication which students will need to know how to do in order to be successful in their twenty-first century jobs.
”We live among stray thoughts” according to Naomi Shihab Nye. As I was being pulled over by a Kentucky Highway Patrolman on Sunday on my way to dinner from church, the stray thought that went through my mind was, “My car is a ‘cop magnet’.” I believe I have evidence for this.
In January of this year, I was cruising extremely slowly through Keystone, WV, a world-renowned speed trap. I was probably going all of 15 mph when the smiling policeman pulled up beside me all blue lights twinkling. I looked back at him in disbelief as he strode resolutely up to my car with a friendly smile still on his face. My mind was racing. Was it a taillight? Did he need directions? He started our conversation with “Ma’am, did you know your inspection sticker is out of date?” OK, we settled that….no fine…just inspection within the week.
On Easter weekend I was driving through Delbarton when I met a city cop. He immediately started twinkling, turned on a dime and pulled me over. I knew I was not speeding. He did not get out of the car; he just leaned across his front seat and held his index finger and thumb a fraction of an inch apart and said. “Slow down just a little, ok?”
Sunday, I was going very slowly through a green light when I saw the Highway Patrolman in the turn lane. I quickly ran through the applicable traffic laws in my head, and discovered that unlike my usual habit, I had not clicked my seatbelt. I quickly remedied that but not in time. Eagle Eye had seen me and chased me all lit up into the Food City parking lot. He approached my car and mentioned that I had not had my seat belt on. I replied, “I do now.”
He asked, “When?”
I answered, “When I saw you.” He congratulated me on my honesty and as a reward, according to him, let me be the only person he had let go all week.
Yes, my car is a cop magnet. But when they get to know me, the cops do seem to like me.
In his book, Raw Materials for the Mind, author David Warlick says,
Perhaps a useful looking glass through which to examine this time of change and its impact on our schools is to examine the evolution of our economic systems. It is largely economic systems that determine how people spend their time — what they do from hour to hour and day to day and what skills they need to contribute to their system — and preparing students for these activities is what education is all about.
At first reading, this really goes against my basic beliefs about education. I call preparing a student for a job, training. Education is about so much more than that. Education is about analyzing problems, finding solutions, producing, preventing big problems, but not just on the assembly line. Education deals with deciding if whatever is being produced should be, if raw materials should be gathered or not, if that much more carbon needs to be sent into the atmosphere, or if it comes to a question of profit versus morality, education is needed to see the difference.
No one seems to be sure what we should be preparing students for. In this week’s report “Diplomas Count: Ready for What?” which can be found in the online version of Education Week for June 6, 2007, we are told, “There is plenty of confusion about what it means to fully prepare students for life after high school.” This report contains statistics on jobs and wages in every state in the nation. According to the article, ”Eleven states report that they have adopted a definition of ‘college readiness’ , …Twenty-one states report they have a definition of ‘work readiness’….” I see no evidence that any two of these states agree.
The first report released by the Commission on the Skills of the American Workforce in 1990 was America’s Choice: high skills or low wages! The report indicated that because of globalization, we would have to go for the high skills jobs if Americans wanted to maitain our standard of living. That commission did not foresee that we would be competing with countries that would offer highly skilled workers at low wages. Consequently the new report by this commission, Tough choices or tough Times, advocates a complete overhaul of the American educational system . This report describes the “most competent” employee of the twenty-first century–the one for which employers all over the world will be seeking as someone having “strong skills in English, mathematics, technology, and science, as well as literature, history, and the arts…[C]andidates will have to be comfortable with ideas and abstractions, good at both analysis and synthesis, creative and innovative…” etc. etc. etc.
It seems to me that the requirements for “real” education have not changed so much as the fact that if America is to be a financial or any other kind of power in the twenty-first century, we must stop allowing our educational system remain at the bottom of our list of priorities. A reading of Tough choices or tough Times will cause many educators to dream and dismiss it with an “Oh, but it will never happen.” What we must realize is that if this does not happen, our grandchildren may well be the citizens of a poor, third world country.
In conclusion, Warlick is only partially correct. We cannot, however, be successful by teaching only some students more technology. All the educational requirements for twenty-first century success must become our national passion!
When someone asks you to finish the statement: “a teacher is”…, you probably recall those men and women hired by various school boards or college boards during that period of time that you were officially labeled student . However when you do that, you are leaving out a host of candidates who might deserve to be called teacher even more than one of those who was a product of a teacher training course.
A teacher is someone who teaches. There only needs to be a teacher and a learner. The teacher might teach you how to put a worm on a hook; my father did such a good job of teaching me that that for years I amazed my friends by cooly working various types of worms and insects securely on to hooks as observers eeked and yucked off to the side.
A teacher might teach you to bake Grandma’s special applesauce cake. My mom did that so well that when my brothers invite me to any family dinner, they always remind me to bake “Grandma Ramsey’s Applesauce Cake.” Their wives just never caught on even though my mother gave them the recipe several times.
That teacher might teach you scales and arpeggios and even lend you books from her personal library: Elsie Dinsmore, Grace Livingston Hill, and many others. Esther Dykema moved to Matewan, West Virginia, with her engineer husband Leonard, who worked at the local radio station until he moved on to Florida to work for NASA. She made being a talented pianist and working hard at it desirable to an eight year old girl.
There were teachers in the school system who stand out to me also. Anne Roberson, my seventh grade science teacher, conveyed her love of learning to her students through her enthusiasm for all kinds of learning. She taught us why soap washes our hands clean. She explained about emulsifiers. She even taught us to be patient with our daddies who might leave the bathroom sink a mess after hurriedly shaving before leaving for work in the morning. I remember these lessons because she made them seem worth knowing.
There was Mrs. Vinciguerra who made me feel worthwhile as a writer. Mrs. Talbert who taught me to revise what I had written. Mr. O’Dell who opened up some of those mysteries of biology and made me student of the week so often that I felt talented. There were others, on the other hand, who only taught me that life is not always fair, who were uninterested and uninteresting, so a better question to answer might be “an intentional teacher is…”,and I could reply “someone who intentionally uncovers some previously unknown thing that the student wants to know as compared to those teachers who just cover materials and teach not at all what they intended but place the blame on those “uninterested” students.
I have been worried about our food supply. We have had e-coli outbreaks for years, and then there was the “mad cow” scare. After I heard rumors of mad cow disease victims’ bones (cows, of course) being ground up and sent to Asia to be fed to their farm animals, I became a vegetarian. Then there was the problem with pet food and more problems with strange substances showing up in people food. I was beginning to feel very nervous about eating.
Finally, today I read something encouraging. Wolfgang Puck, well known chef of Spago in Los Angeles, has taken a stand on the cruel treatment meted out to animals used as food and the other strange things that sometimes wind up, quite legally, in our food. At first I thought it was a joke. I thought it meant no more smothered chicken or pressed duck. Are they perhaps only going to use animals who die of old age for food? Will slaughterhouses become nursing homes for animals?
It reminded me of a funny story told to me by one of my patients when I was working as a physical therapy technician in a hospital in Indiana. I was helping this young man with therapy on his knee. Making conversation in an attempt to get his mind off the pain, I asked him how he had injured the knee. He replied that he had been shot by a pig. It was the late seventies and some people of a rebellious nature referred to law enforcement officers as pigs, so I thought that perhaps I was treating a felon. He must have realized by the look on my face that I had suddenly become suspicious of him, so he quickly explained that he worked in a slaughter house, and the hogs penned up for killing had stampeded. One of them knocked him down causing him to drop the rifle that he was using , and another one ran across its trigger and shot him in the knee. So even some thirty years ago, animals were not completely without defense.
But Wolfgang is serious. He has teamed up with the Humane Society to ensure that animals will not be abused in preparation for entering the food supply, and he also is concerned about the growth hormones, antibiotics, and other unnatural substances that are added to our food.
More news like this just might cause me to abandon my “safe ice cream” diet and go back on regular food.
I am nearing the end of my second day at the 2007 Summer Institute at the Logan satellite site. I have not had a day off in ages; I need to buy two new tires for my car. I had to rush my car to Tire City yesterday to find out what was causing the loud banging noise when my speed reached 60 mph. I had a meeting yesterday evening that stretched into the late evening. I have two cats at home who apparently spend the day cruising the Internet and trying to get into my food. I forgot to cut back my rose bushes last fall, and my roses are sparse and skinny. In spite of all that, I feel completely unstressed and happy. I have spent the last two days doing two of the things I enjoy most: writing and listening to people who are writing.
The people in SI are just as accepting, welcoming, and affirming as I remember them from my first SI more than ten years ago. I am happy to get home and prepare for tomorrow, and I will be excited to jump out of bed in the morning to drive the thirty minutes to do this again. Yes! Life is good.
Have you ever had a problem with a filtering system? You know, those things designed to protect children from information that might be harmful to their mental or emotional health. You will be happy and feel most secure to know that the one designed and administered by the West Virginia Board of Education is working so well that information developed by teachers and designed to further their students’ education has been blocked by the filtering system.
I realize that a filtering system is unfortunately necessary in a system of computers used mostly by children. It is important for teachers and especially parents to realize that there is no perfect filtering system, and children should never be allowed to surf the net without supervision.
We are thankful that the people in charge of the server for our school system decided that our blogs were not dangerous after all and have decided to let us allow our students to access them.
