21 st Century Educational Technology and Learning
I hope you enjoyed the past post and welcome you to “Part Two” in a series of posts dedicated to those educators attempting to curate the Digital Curriculum. I have some additional tools and methods to share in regards to digital curation in education. Please enjoy and share this post via email or a retweet. While you are at it, I would appreciate that you take a moment to subscribe to this Blog by RSS or email and follow me at (mjgormans). Also, feel free to contact me about any conference, in-service plans, or PD you might wish to include me in. (mjgormans@gmail.com). You can learn more at the Booking Link. Please continue to network and join me for our special journey into 21st century education, something that is very exciting to me. – Mike Gorman (http://21centuryedtech.wordpress.com)
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21 st Century Educational Technology and Learning
I hope you enjoyed the past post and welcome you to “Part Three” of a series of posts dedicated to those attempting to curate the Digital Curriculum. I have some additional tools and methods to share in regards to digital curation in education. Please enjoy and share this post via email or a retweet. While you are at it, I would appreciate that you take a moment to subscribe to this Blog by RSS or email and follow me at (mjgormans). Also, feel free to contact me about any conference, in-service plans, or PD you might wish to include me in. (mjgormans@gmail.com). You can learn more at the Booking Link. Please continue to network and join me for our special journey into 21st century education, something that is very magical to me. Next few posts include… creativity in the 21st century classroom, twitter in education…
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To commemorate the first ever International Day of the Girl, 11th October 2012
Dearest Irene,
I write to you with so much apprehension because the next 32 years may be one hell of a ride. Yet, how can I begrudge you the discovery of coming to yourself, a solitary sojourn that will evolve into a soul-stirring journey? Thus, I bequeath you these hindsight that you may have all the wisdom to fathom the insights deeply.
Remember……..
That discipline in all aspects of life usually begins with a discipline in a specific passion. Follow it fervently and do not yield to temptations to give up or give in.
That many whom you thought as ‘friends’ actually need the passage of time to be proven true. Don’t be disappointed if only a handful stay the course.
That your inner self needs to be guarded zealously and only revealed to the select few. Don’t give away pieces of yourself to everyone because very few really understand although many will claim they do.
That the world is full of people who by their sheer numbers consider themselves ‘normal’. Do not be afraid to speak up for the marginalized and the minority.
That the way of the world is very simple: the hankering for the exterior. Don’t be afraid to go the other way: the humbling of the interior.
That the media is full of subliminal messages (especially for young girls like you) influencing you to be of a certain shape, size and seniority. Be very discerning with these subtleties because your inner self is the aspect you need to mould, magnify and maturate.
That sexism has been alive, is alive and will continue to be alive through the ages. Be the voice of the voiceless, help the helpless, profit the penniless and shatter the stereotypes in Africa, Pakistan, Afghanistan and even more so, closer to home, in developed countries where a woman is still objectified by her age, her shape and her beauty!
Well…….
Even if the next 32 years will not have changed one bit since my letter to you, don’t despair. Be still; withdraw to recharge yourself, meditate on the wise teachings of the sages and be steel; face the challenges head on, draw on the strength of the likeminded; finally, be secured in the knowledge that the longer the ride, the further you’ve left the hellish part behind and heading towards the heavenly one!
With all my deepest love,
irene
penned: 15 Oct 2012: 01:14
There are very few good things in life to savour, really savour: A good glass of wine in one hand and a good story to tell on the other. Here’s one for you to sap all winery and literary pleasure from. Enjoy!
When it comes to wine, we all have a first time; this special defining moment that makes our life change in a sip. There’s always a before and an after, a sense of virginity being lost. And most of the time, it catches you by surprise.
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“Is someone different at age 18 or 60? I believe one stays the same.” – Hayao Miyazaki
Stepping into the Ghibli Museum, one is not only transported to a special moment in one’s youth but one is zapped of the passion that film director Hayao Miyazaki exudes in every nook and cranny of this place – the labyrinth of rooms have no entrance nor exit, the helix of staircase spirals without a beginning nor an end, the grottos sinks in one instance and bulges out the next; concave and convex all at once. Such is Miyazaki’s passion, fluid yet firm, flowing yet sticking to fundamentals. Here and there are strewn the labourious efforts that fuel the passion – drawings after drawings, story boards upon story boards, reference materials piled one on the other, used crayons and pencils of different hues intermingled in metallic canisters, cigarette heads lining the ash tray betrayed the countless waking moments when he hunches fastidiously over his meticulous sketches.
Through it all, be it navigating the miniature stairways, traversing the bridge to nowhere, gawking at the many stained glass murals hovering high above, entering a seemingly magic garden on the rooftop with a gargantuan robocop in Laputa standing sentinel-like as though guarding the Gaudian-like museum , one seems to be led deeper and deeper into the Miyazaki’s forest of passion with him bidding us with this message printed on the entrance ticket – Let’s get lost, Together.
And I did.
I soaked in the moment, sapped all its whimsicalness, strapped myself to the flight of fantasy and snaked my way where my imagination carried me to a lost childhood – to see only what a child, untainted by the ways of the world, can see. I spent my 47th birthday as though celebrating my 7th, allowing my mind to wander, no holds barred, to the wonderment of a wide eyed youth:
At 47,
I saw my worries of growing old crumbling like sand to the ground
In their place, hope sprouted on the mound
I saw fears of living in an ageist society dissipating in thin air
Replaced by a waft of healthy optimism that all will be fair and square
I saw insecurities stripped away as I near the retirement bank
And chose instead, to cross over to the other side, where new opportunities flanked
I saw debilitating aches, stiff muscle joints and physical ailments miraculously healed
Picturing myself with lissomeness, doing somersaults, handstands and cartwheels
I saw lingering doubts of running another full marathon smothered
By a renewed commitment to train for an ultra, which is even farther
I saw concerns of not having my own family to pass on the lineage cast aside
Visualizing instead the extending arms of friends and their family, far and wide
I saw receding threats of lines and wrinkles crisscrossing the facial terrain
By repeating that “physical beauty is temporal , inner beauty’s not” refrain
I saw clouds of anxieties of not having enough time to do the things I want blown away
And focused on doing whatever I do passionately, unflinchingly, holding sway
At 47,
Others might think it’s time for the setting sun
I discover what it is like to a child again, getting lost in the run
Others might think it’s time to slow down, take stock and unwind
I discover, on the contrary, there is still so much to do, so many treasures left to find
Others might think that Laputa, Totoro and Porco Rosso encapsulated their growing up years
I’m not ashamed to admit, I discovered them when about half a century I neared
Standing in the Ghibli museum, on the threshold of having another year added, my first encounter with the old school 71-year old animator and director, Hayao Miyazaki, was nothing short of sheer magic.
– dedicated to my partner, my bestest friend, for arranging this trip 🙂 –
The rain pelted down relentlessly as I stepped out of the lift! How on earth did I not know that an amber storm warning had already been hoisted. Quite possibly due to the windowless cell (aka my humble office)!
More than the impending storm looming in the not so distant evening, the warning was a harbinger of more foreboding news as I mused on what it means to be in a little cell with my little self….
It is so easy to remain detached to the world – its cares and carousal, its gloom and gaiety – all rolled into a seamless imperceptible blur of grey when I am caught up in my little cell with my little self.
And then I looked around me enroute home and I see thousands of commuters are not free either as they are so caught up with their little cells and consumed with their little selves!
To probe a little further, away from the naked eye, I have observed countless times those who have erected cells in their minds to establish their righteous selves – boxed in by their impeachable belief and value systems.
The writing is on the wall – we actually don’t need walls to hole us in or hold us up. We have set perimeters that are more pervasively invisible than we would care to admit! The danger of being fenced in this way is far more grave than closing the doors to shut our neighbors out or hunching over our shoulders to shield the fellow commuter from looking in to our display screen.
The danger is that wars have been fought in the mind and battles lost in the abyss of grey matter. The danger is that this is an invisible war, remotely removed from prying eyes. The danger is that once colonized, the grooves stay indented. The danger is that the divides are more subtle than your obvious race, gender or class divisions.
As I mused, streaks of lightning flashed across the darkened sky. It seems to suggest that there should be hope, no fear in the little illuminated cell, with my little enlightened self.
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The onslaught of the digital revolution has its fair share of bloodbath. The most recent victim is Eastman Kodak company, founded on a simple slogan, “you press the button, we do the rest,”. George Eastman put the first simple handheld camera into the hands of consumers in 1888, simplifying a cumbersome and complicated process, making it easy to use and accessible to nearly everyone. Yet, it’s with profound sadness that we have to witness the very digital world that have ridden on the crest of success of its forefathers and that should have at least stayed gratuitously beholden to Kodak for having paved the way in the world of photography, has helped to hasten its demise. Indeed, in the pursuit of another technological breakthrough, the new world order is relentless and merciless in threshing the harvest. The chaff must be sifted from the wheat; the irrelevant cast aside; the value-less buried.
I remember my Kodak photos with fondness – the distinctive gold backprint that is an embossment of pride that my Kodak moments are made of Kodak paper. I remember too the advertising campaign that Kodak released in the mid-70s, receiving a lot of air time and catapulting to fame the song ‘Times of Your Life’ and reviving Paul Anka’s career in the process. I guess that tells the tale. It’s not a picture-perfect tale that will be remembered for the inroads that Kodak has made for the world of photography; nor will it be the poignant Kodak moment tale that will be remembered for its 130 years of contribution in the history of photography. Sadly, in the way of the new world, it will be a tale of ‘Gone in a flash’, ‘Kodak pays for missing the digital moment’ and ‘The last Kodak moment’.
For all that’s worth and in an almost ironic way, I’m immortalising those Kodak moments in a digital archive to help me savour the inexplicably beautiful moments that film photography has contributed to my life.
Acknowledgements: The video is created by a friend of a friend, Robert Wesley Seng.
According to Professor Gerard Postiglione, the higher education system in China has expanded to widen student access and hence, the next step is to focus on the reformation of university governance and alignment of university teaching to the needs of the workplace .Whilst it is important to up the ante and ensure a high-quality education system in China, we must continue to be mindful, lest we forget, that the road to granting more student access to a formal education (albeit standardized and not customized and differentiated) is laden with many potholes that require repair even before one should start discussing about paving a new road for a better quality type of higher education.
As recently reported in Channel News Asia on 6 Dec 2011, even in trying to bring universal education and ensuring that every child is given an opportunity to be co-opted into the rat race, the one-size fits all education in China seems to be bringing with it a slew of problems that needs to be addressed urgently. We are talking about the pre-mature loss of lives of young individuals who cannot cope under the strain of the present education system and as a result, many have succumbed to the stress by taking their own lives. While a differentiated kind of learning as suggested by Professor Postiglione seems attractive enough on paper, I doubt it will be high on the agenda of the Chinese government education officials as they may already have too much on their hands to cope.
And granted that certain top universities in China are already setting themselves apart from the rest of the country to build a great system of higher education where freedom and autonomy are their modi operandi, being able to sustain their operations in a very bureaucratic system will certainly pave the way for the second and third tier universities to follow suit. And Professor Postiglione seemed to suggest that fostering quality in this quantity (heavily composed of second and third tier universities) will be the key to turning China’s universities into a driving force of economic development and maintaining the country’s economic ascent and beating the middle-income trap.
Whilst it is all neat and nice on paper, I am questioning the workability of this suggestion as many other issues have not been taken into account when using education as a means to beat the middle-income trap. First of, beating the trap requires not just a quality education system but a complete overhaul of the economic growth model most often used by emerging economies, Second, aspects of equity, equality of access and opportunity, generation of employment and provision of protection to the vulnerable need to be enforced. In a country teeming with a population of 1.4 billion, how does one eradicate or even reduce inequalities along the rich/poor, rural/urban, literate/illiterate, gender and ethnic lines?
Finally, to plant a foreign institution into home ground to kick start a quality education system is equivalent to allowing a ship to set sail into the horizon without a captain on board, especially in the context of China where academic freedom is curtailed and democracy is unheard of. Since the dictates of running the university on the host ground is governed very much by the culture and political ideology of the host country with the foreign institution pandering to the host since the unspoken but nonetheless real purpose of its existence in the host country is a money-making venture – period, it is indeed an uphill task to build a great education system through these foreign institutions.
With so much talk centred on China and its enviable economic rise, I feel that having a quality education system there only serves to widen the existing gaps, not bridged them. And the repercussions of focusing too much on education as a means to an end will be felt most by the unwilling recipients – the already very tensed, stressed and pressurized students.
Reading Kwo’s and Bray’s article, I’m of the opinion that the formal education system has unwittingly brought upon itself this parasitic shadow of private supplementary tutoring. When the focus of learning has heavily relied on examinations and assessments, can we blame the parents for turning to private tuition to ensure their children pass and advance to the next level? When the focus in education has shifted from providing quality, higher order critical and creative thinking skills to one in which teachers are teaching to test, can we blame the parents for perpetuating the trend of sending their children to tuition centers because they do not want their children to fail and be left behind?
Hence, as they so accurately concluded in their article, ‘schools need to consider why parents are sending their children to tutorial institutions’. I believe that schools (or even higher institutions of learning) in its quest to progress and innovate, has lost sight of its primary mandate and thus, has to re-think again its primary role so as to justify its existence. Perhaps, going back to basics needn’t be so bad after all if clarity of purpose as to what we are educating for is attained.
Additionally, I am also of the view that schools should study ‘what the pupils gain in those institutions that the schools themselves are not providing’ or in my opinion, over-providing (e.g. the constant stress on achieving certain learning outcomes and attaining a certain Grade Point Average, the constant droning of chalk and board talk by not very inspiring teachers etc.).
While schools have caught up with the use of technology and introduce it to the classrooms, I am not too sure if this will tame the beast of ‘private and supplementary tuition’. Students enjoy socializing with their peers via social media like Facebook, gaming in various formats, and even reading and blogging when done for personal, communicative effects. But, typically, when these tools of learning are introduced into the lessons, they often fail to invigorate the interest of the students with the latter often becoming indifferent and skeptical, as though their only private space outside of school has been invaded.
I believe a deeper analysis of why students like and do not like schools should be carried out to better inform decisions on whether learning can be reinvigorated to align with their likes and dislikes.