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| as the last week of the semester insanity unfolds, I'll share a blog from my "non-fiction" site SpeEdChange, plus a church sermon that was built on this... (see below)
Don't Hang Up on Our Students' Futures...
In Saturday's (8 December 2007) Grand Rapids (MI) Press I have an opinion piece protesting mobile phone bans in local schools.
Well, not protesting, simply suggesting that if we cannot figure out
how to teach with a tool this powerful we are surely failing as
educators. Of course, in
this topsy-turvy communications world, it is the print media which
required a 1,300 word story be cut to 750, while here, on-line (or by
feed to your mobile phone) you can read the whole thing... 
In
a classroom with sixty future teachers I tried an experiment.
“Everybody have their mobile phones?” I asked. They looked surprised.
“OK,” I told these Michigan State University
students, “you have fifteen minutes to receive a text message. The
message must say (1) where the person is, (2) what they ate for lunch
today, and (c) what decade were they born in.” Then I offered extra
credit if the text response came from outside the US,
and more extra-credit if it was both from outside the country and in a
language other than English. Instantly the room was filled fingers
flying across tiny keypads, and within fifteen minutes we had far more
responses than students. “What could we do with this information?” I
asked. “Could we graph it? Map it? Analyze it for information on diet?
Work on translating the French, German, Spanish, and Urdu messages we
received?” This wasn’t an original idea of
mine. A friend had emailed me an online video on best practices in
education and I had grabbed this assignment from that. But it was a
powerful lesson. Just the week before another instructor in education
at MSU had been quoted in a New York Times
article complaining about cell phones in the classroom and I had
forcefully argued that this was the wrong tack to take. Mobile phones
are potentially the most powerful communication and information device
ever created, I had suggested, and they are already everywhere. How
blind, I asked, must we as educators be if we cannot use such a
remarkable tool? If we cannot teach with such a remarkable tool? If we
cannot help students see how this tool will impact their lives in
amazing ways as they go forward? So I went into the class wanting to show future teachers one more way to embrace the technology of the 21st Century rather than fearing it. My
ideas about mobile phones in education are not original either. Around
the world educators are utilizing this technology. Phones deliver
content via text, they allow intra-classroom communication (students
using Bluetooth to text answers to their teachers), they provide
sophisticated handheld calculators, they take photos which document
experiments, they act as digital voice recorders, they play podcasts of
pre-recorded lessons, they support second language acquisition, they
support and encourage writing, and where the phones connect to the internet, they give students handheld access to the world’s greatest
library. Researchers and teachers in Ireland, Scotland, England, France, Israel, Portugal, Germany, Spain, Singapore, South Africa, Japan, Australia, Korea, New Zealand, Kenya and dozens of other nations are developing and supporting “mobile learning” initiatives. In the United Kingdom the government just supported the publication of a remarkable book (available as a pdf download) from the Institute of Education at the University of London, Mobile Learning – towards a research agenda, which looks at the many cognitive interactive effects of this new educational context. TeachersTV in the UK – an online training tool, produced a half-hour video this fall on the power of mobile phones in the classroom. Having
excited my class with the phone lesson, and having met with them again
to investigate all the ways that new technologies and electronic
devices can support diverse learners – including the students they will
mostly work with, those with learning, attention, and behavioral
“disabilities,” I came home on Tuesday night, watched House, and then the local news. And on the local news I heard a top story about East Grand Rapids Schools blocking cell phone use and prohibiting iPod use.
The story went on to say how this new policy was similar to those in
Holland and other West Michigan cities, but less restrictive than the
Grand Rapids Public Schools which, if the story was correct, prohibited
all student electronic devices. Why? I asked myself, why, in a state so
desperate to prepare our children for a new global economy, would we be
so reluctant to actually begin to do that? Educational researcher Alan November called American schools, “reality free zones” in the June 2007 issue of Technology and Learning magazine.
“If we could get past our fear of the unknown and embrace the very
tools we are blocking (which are also essential tools for the global
economy),” he said, “then we could build much more motivating and
rigorous learning environments. We also have an opportunity to teach
the ethics and the social responsibility that accompany the use of such
powerful tools.” He went on to discuss how today’s students have
“information and communication containers” different than those of past
generations – mobile phones, iPods, blogs, computers, instant
messaging, video games. These technologies are certainly different than
the 16th through 19th Century technologies
comfortable for those who run the schools in West Michigan (pens,
paper, printed books, notebooks, chalkboards), but they are no less
valid, just as those old technologies are no less fraught with
potential problems. “Yes,” I have told
teachers, phones in school can cause problems. Then I hold up my right
hand, still scarred from where a friend stabbed me with a pencil in
fifth grade. “The school, for some reason,” I say, “did not choose to
ban pencils because of my injury.” I could point out that the school
did not ban pencils (or paper either) when students were caught using
them to write notes to friends, or to cheat, or to graffiti the boys’
room walls. Instead, the schools kept those technologies in place in
the classroom, and taught both with them and the appropriate use of
them. For today’s students, who will
graduate into a world dominated by digital technology and instant
communication, the mobile phone (along with November’s other
“containers”) will be at least as essential as all the technologies
those who make school policy learned “back then” – pens and pencils,
books and paper, card catalogs and library organization, typewriters
and the old-style telephone. Right now students who are not experienced
with their iPods will be at a disadvantage at many of our best
universities (Duke and Stanford for example) and will likely be behind
in language classes everywhere. Students who cannot search information
quickly and effectively online will be unable to do college-level
research or function at all in graduate school, or – and this is
increasingly true throughout the economy – hold most jobs. Students who
cannot communicate well with their employers by email and text-message
will be in trouble in many ways. Yet with all that, our K-12 schools
resist, using technology in the most limited ways – restricting the
function to that of antique forms – the computer becomes little more
than a typewriter or – with PowerPoint – a filmstrip projector. The
lesson I gave my students in instant text-message research is just one
of many I try to provide. I encourage laptops in the classroom, and ask
students to look things up for me, to check on the things I or other
students say, and to communicate the results quickly to their
classmates via email. I ask them to keep their mobile phones on their
desks – that way – if they’ve forgotten to silence them and they do
ring, we are all not listening while everyone searches their backpacks.
I talk about the etiquette of taking important calls. I strongly
encourage email conversation and debate. I expect use of Google, Google
Scholar, Wiktionary, Wikipedia and talk about the best ways to use
those essential tools. In the classrooms so equipped I use the
Interactive White Boards (“SmartBoards”) not with PowerPoint but with
on-line resources. I want these future teachers to know that they
cannot fear these technologies in their classrooms, because their
students must learn to use them. New
technologies scare and confuse people raised in the past. They scare
and confuse schools. I recently found a series of articles from an 1842
educational journal explaining to teachers how to use the newest
technology – the chalkboard – and reassuring them that “this new
system” would not “replace books.” 2,500 years ago Plato feared
literacy would destroy students' memorization skills and the quality of
spoken language. So the fears we see around computers and mobile phones
are simply part of a long pattern. But we cannot afford to simply train
our students to be “just like us.” We must help them to navigate the
world that is their future, and we cannot do that if we keep the
technologies which will define that future out of our schools. - Ira Socol
Then, I received an email Monday morning from a friend saying, "I couldn't believe what I heard in church Sunday morning..." then she said, "I sure didn't expect to hear you quoted just after Luke."
"Children, go where I send thee..." the Rev. Jennifer Browne of Grand
Rapids' (Michigan) First United Methodist Church brings this hymn
together my column to
create a powerful sermon. I don't often ask you to join me in church,
but if you like, you can watch the whole Sunday service from the ninth
of December, 2007 here - the topic appears about 25 minutes in...
Notes and links: The essential iPod for college (The New York Times) tshirtia - books for your mobile phone Books in My Phone Mobile Books Japan: books written on, and delivered via, mobile phone. Academic Papers SMS in the Classroom - "Pls Turn Ur Mobile On" (Ireland- Open Access) SMS in a Literature Course (Germany) SMS messaging in microeconomics experiments (Australia - Open Access) Testing using SMS messaging (New Zealand) Cell Phones in the L2 Classroom (Korea) Instantaneous Feedback in the Interactive Classroom (Singapore - Open Access) ______________________________________________________ copyright 2007 by Ira Socol be back in touch once I get to Thursday... | | |
| bad dream last night...
defeat

The boardwalk is almost completely empty. If I look as far as I can see east, then west, perhaps I can spot three solitary figures as tiny silhouettes against the grey December sky.
Sometimes solitude calls. And you need the endless horizon. And the sound of the wind and the sea wiping all else away.
Far away in Manhattan the damage by now lies heaped on stainless steal tables at the morgue. Piles of failure. Assorted debris of law enforcement gone completely wrong. I'd said I'd be "right back," and walked out of the alley and onto the street and down to the corner and then, from Ninth Avenue over to Sixth, the wind tearing at the t-shirt I wore, and climbed on the first train appearing, riding all the way until the tracks ended.
I should go back. I should get someplace warm. At least I should buy, or steal, a sweatshirt. Something. But for this hour I am frozen. Not by the cold. Simply by the need to not be among humanity. ________________________________________________ copyright 2007 by Ira Socol Ruphelia Writes On. BettyDoesLife at just above absolute zero. DEISENBERG on December 7.
St. Nicholas Church on St. Nicholas Day. One more American family made safe through gun ownership - "The police recovered an AK-47-style semiautomatic weapon at the store,
which the authorities said Mr. Hawkins had apparently stolen from his
stepfather. He carried two magazines with 30 rounds each, the police
chief said, "the capacity to fire multiple rounds in a short period of
time."' A bigger obstacle to peace than Hamas? - perhaps. picofiction.com - come write 140-character fiction! come try it out!
 now available through lulu.com riverfoylepress.comand Christmas Shopping... Chuck Warren's new book: One Minute Movies J.W. Coffey's Wager of Blood
David J. Roth's Sometimes I Hear Voices
Christmas Shopping at RedHairedCelt! | | |
| ah winter...
silent night

From the windows that faced South Oxford Street I could see the clock at the top of the Williamsburgh Bank Building, grey in the daylight and glowing in the night. My lighthouse in the heart of Brooklyn. The apartment was always too hot, you couldn't shut the radiators off and they hissed and steamed and I sat there, wearing just underwear, staring at the tower against the fading December day, cassettes of a law book scattered around me but Joey Ramone screaming instead through mammoth JBL headphones plugged into a huge old Heathkit Amp I'd bought used on the street for way too little. It was filled with vacuum tubes and lit up the corner of the room like a mad scientist's laboratory while adding it's own great heat to the situation.
As I stared snow began to drop from the dark clouds and the tower's edges faded behind a white curtain until only the glow of the clock remained, a false red moon, and then, I had switched now to a tape of a friend's band, the snow came much faster and the landmark completely vanished. The street below slipped back into its own time. I leaned against the window, elbows on the center rails, looking down on cars and asphalt made invisible and streetlamps reduced to ancient wattages by the thickness of the crystals in the air.
I heard a knock at the door. An impatient, obviously second or third knock. That surprised me. You had to be let in downstairs here. No direct access and no buzzer system either. No one would just knock unless it was one of the guys who owned the brownstone and lived on the ground and first floors. But, they had become friends, so I dropped the headphones and opened the door. Katie stood there, wrapped in wool, covered with snow. "Oh," she said, "Mark told me you'd be naked and to just come on up. But I guess, not quite." "I can solve that really easily," I told her, waving her in, perhaps putting a finger to the waistband. "Put your pants on Ulster boy, don't be afraid of winter." She paused, let her eyes roll across me. "We're going out into the storm."
I put on clothes, and a sweater, and a jacket and scrounged around until I discovered a misplaced hat and gloves, and we went down the stairs and out the door. The stoop we stood on, and all the buildings left and right, were from the 1840s, and now, that was obvious. There were no sounds, the city had gone into hiding, leaving this path to the past to us alone.
We walked toward the park and climbed the hill. Manhattan, usually a backdrop so close you were sure you could touch it, was gone. I laughed, and kissed her. Then we went back down, walking toward Fulton Street, hardly speaking. The snow was so thick you couldn't see more than a half block in any direction, so buildings suddenly appeared, as if ghosts in a Dickens Christmas tale, and just as quickly receeded. It was perfect.
We walked all the way to the bridge, and out to the middle of the river, where the wind swirled the flakes into van Gogh-Starry Night streaks. "Let's go back and find hot coffee in the Heights," I whispered. "Sure," she said, "but hold onto me first, right here." _________________________________________________ copyright 2007 by Ira Socol - photgraph is the Brooklyn Bridge in snow. k8tthelate with a Happy St. Nikolas' Day. jerjonji's snow storm continues. three_gallants with the first day of snow. drakonskyr celebrates Chanukah. Help for Brit dyslexics? Climate Urgency. the lesson is - if you want the private right to discriminate - don't ask for taxpayer handouts. picofiction.com - come write 140-character fiction! come try it out!
 now available through lulu.com riverfoylepress.comand Christmas Shopping... Chuck Warren's new book: One Minute Movies J.W. Coffey's Wager of Blood
David J. Roth's Sometimes I Hear Voices
Christmas Shopping at RedHairedCelt! | | |
| eventually it becomes memory. it still hurts, but it can be softer... from the back corner
of the room you can watch the rain fall

From the back corner of the room you can watch the rain
fall. This makes it better. Of course the school was old and the lights didn’t
quite brighten each corner the way newer lights might have. And if the wind was
blowing out of the north then it whistled as it slipped between the aging
wooden window frames. And the dim and the sound cut the connections to the
lesson the other lads were following or were not following. It always amazes me
that teachers give up, but they do, and their vision shrinks to the things they
either want to see or have to see. And if you can stay out of
either of those categories – if you sit in the back, in the corner, by the
window, and you don’t say anything, and you don’t challenge anything, and don’t
respond every time Johnny or Eamon throws something at you, you vanish in ways
you hoped but weren’t sure you could. And the rain comes down, and splashes
against the glass, and you watch it drift from the heavens to the ground. Safe
despite the place which surrounds you. ____________________________________________________ copyright 2007 by Ira Socol - photograph - another of the series which includes the cover of The Drool Room - is by Owen Higgins twoberry counts the casualties of America's health system (you can only call yourself "pro-family" or "pro-life" if you actively support universal health insurance). photographics has planes, trains, and automobiles and love. Fongster8 is in India. fauquet's thinking place. dumping the "11-plus" in NI. The Facebook Relationship. Chimps top university students! Can Belgium be saved? Driving with Sat-Nav. picofiction.com - come write 140-character fiction! come try it out!
 now available through lulu.com riverfoylepress.com and Christmas Shopping... Chuck Warren's new book: One Minute Movies J.W. Coffey's Wager of Blood
who else? Make it a Xanga-creative holiday season! | | |
| almost out from under this semester - well - no, not really - the "mid-semester journey" left me hopelessly behind - but I'm trying, and I'm almost caught up, and I'll be back visiting and writing soon - again, apologies. Ah, life (and 62 papers to grade and 4 to finish writing)...
Three Little Stories about Teachers and Students

On
“Every
one of these boys is ADHD,” the first year teacher says, “They must have dumped
them all on me.” “Maybe,” I offer. She has filled this classroom with all the
touches. Every wall blares words and pictures and inspirational posters. Four
computers each show different – and constantly moving – screen savers. A huge
television hangs near the side of the chalkboard, rotating school district
announcements never disappear unless she puts in a video.
The
boys stare at all this – though if there is one thing grabbing the majority
attention it must be the fluorescent lights that flicker and hum above all
else.
“I’m
doing every thing I can to get their attention,” she says, but I am gone. The
flickering of the overhead lights has synched momentarily with the computer
screen flash rate, and it is intoxicating.
Star
I am sitting in the kind of grim space often devoted to
special education – a basement room that was surely intended in the plan of the
building as a closet. I am doodling. One of the doodles is a star. She looks at
it. “Could he copy that?” she asks, “if you showed it to him?” “Oh yeah,” I
say, “he’s great at drawing things – try him with a Budweiser label.” She
doesn’t laugh though she knows I’m making a joke. “Then why can’t he look at
this and type it?” She writes on a pad – star – and turns it toward me. Now I laugh.
“There’s no ‘star’ key on the keyboard.” “What?” “There’s no key that has the
word ‘star’ on it. He only sees these words as shapes, he doesn’t understand
letters.” She looks from the paper to me and back again. All that college, I
think, and no one ever told her anything about the kids. “Even if he could pick
it apart into letters,” I tell her, “even if he could – and he can’t – those
letters aren’t on the keyboard.” She has no idea. I ask the question I always
ask, “What letters aren’t on the keyboard?” I wait, but not long. She doesn’t
know, waiting is just cruelty. “The small letters, lower case letters. The only
letter in ‘star’ he could find would be the ‘S’.” I know she is turning this
over in her head. Teachers always tell kids that the alphabet has 26 letters.
What liars. And they wonder why so many can’t read.
Correction
I actually tried to answer the question. I mean, I knew
this. I said, “The Great War.” The teacher said, “That’s wrong,” and smirked.
The other kids laughed, how fucking dumb could I be? “Limey retard,” some boy
laughed. A girl answered, “World War I.” Fuck everyone. ______________________________________________________ copyright 2007 by Ira Socol - photograph, of course, by Owen Higgins. k8thelate's fantastic posts on ADHD and Habit and on Learning need to be visited if you have not. OwenHiggins on the media and Hugo Chavez. jerjonji begins a christmas story. I will visit you soon! Yes! I promise! Ooops! Wrong on Iran too. Felony Murder. When America loses immigrants - what might it be losing. | | |
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