Haytime in March
Hulk no like. That is how I feel sometimes [image of Hulk hanging over my writing space]. I know some folks won’t read because I don’t mince my words. I am not going to brightside you unless I really feel my subject is an optimistic one. Realistically optimistic.
But I really don’t want to be like those Silicon Valley freaks who seek to destroy for the sake of their products and to make money. They are killing our country.
I look down at my screen and think about the bloviations of despair that have flowed from my digital bleedings and wonder if really understand how the world works.I subscribe to the belief that the biggest cynics are also the strongest idealists. I think the cynic’s acid tongue is the direct result of gap between what they see in the world and the way it might be. I have seen stuff work in education, but mostly I have seen it fail. And not just in an experimental way, I have seen it fail all of its principals in so many different ways. We keep foisting the same failures on our students. I don’t mind failing, but failing in the same ways over and over and over again. That I cannot abide. And we all know, the dude abides.
The failures are often very pedestrian. A lesson plan that sort of worked for vanguard but not the most. An experiment that sated my voyeuristic desire to see if my ideas hold water. Mostly not out and out failures. Mostly just null results.
That is the unforgiveable gap that the cynical side of me engenders every day I teach. That is the problem, isn’t it. I teach, they learn. The power dynamics are all fucked up. Students should have most of the power when it comes to learning. They can share that power even to the point of handing over some of that just like an apprentice gives power to a master, but it is their’s to hand over and their’s to revoke.
These are messy, potentially abusive relationships. I can’t even imagine how we could make this work in an institutional setting. One on one? Yes, I can imagine it.