next gen 3/3 [collision 3]

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I have not engaged with big picture EDU in a responsive and responsible manner.

And to get global in my pedagogy, I will ned a mentor.

I became aware of the U.N.’s Global Goals back in September. I thought connecting a newly formed TED-Ed Club with these elements would be awesome.  Somewhere between merging constant connection with global connectedness, I let the goals fall to the wayside.

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Seemed like a big bold leap to get the kids inspired in their TED-Ed thinking. And it would have been great. The problem was, well, me.

I didn’t do my homework. I didn’t have a depth in delivery. I couldn’t see the necessary bread crumbs to bring the big picture within reach of the students.

In short, I did not prepare well.

And I did not return to them.

The principle goal of education in the schools should be creating men and women who are capable of doing new things, not simply repeating what other generations have done. — Jean Piaget, 1896-1980, Swiss developmental psychologist, philosopher

In my head and heart, I know that I want to move my conversations in EDU to a larger scale. I also crave to bring more of that world into the classroom. But I am unsure of what to ask, or who to ask.

So far, I have had several frustrating episodes of surprisingly paradoxical disconnection with my PLN. This is the irony of a bigger silo I guess, where the questions I was pursuing could not be answered with my current set of resources.

There are plenty of challenges in my board that need attention. But the bulk of the heavy lifting can be done locally with the resources available. For now, I feel like I should spend time reconnecting global goals with my local pedagogy. Look at bigger and broader challenges. The kinda challenges that are beyond my silo.

next gen 3/3 [collision 2]

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My learning spaces need [re]consideration.

In a previous life I would have sat through a two hour PD session, then probably bemoaned my aching back afterward.

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from Make Space – Doorley & Witthoft

I also probably would have, in some way, evaluated the quality of the PD by how my head and body felt afterward.

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Then I would have been judgy, that somehow the overall quality of PD needs to be changed, personalized, or updated.

All of these positions are flawed. All passive-aggressively critique from the sidelines. And all of these are completely alien to my personal pursuit of professional development.

The professional development moments that I have chased on my own this year have been intrinsically motivated. And the awesome I found is always pretty much smorgasbordian.

But that is me driving the bus.

I learned when and where according to best fit. I found my why and often many other people’s why as well. And in doing so, I feel like my expanded and supported views of EDU equally helped me to help others as for myself.

When I reflect on the learning spaces that I have created for my students, I’m feeling underwhelmed.

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I really do believe that all learning is personalizable. Up to now, that meant how the curriculum is approached, rarely have I explored the positive impact this could have on learning spaces. Going into 2017-18, I will be rocking the phrase ‘nothing’s precious‘ -striving to shift through my comfort zone to see the unintentional outcomes of weak learning space design and push forward with as many student-centered design decisions as possible.

next gen 3/3 [collision 1]

I am still in a silo.

AND the digital reach that I have pursued has not yet broken me out of it.

FullSizeRenderI am reminded of this daily, I guess in a good way, with every PD session I attend outside of my school board and with every podcast and with every virtual high five I see on Twitter.

My exploration of the outer reaches of EDU has always provoked new thinking and despite some differences, it is still unfortunately easy to find the similar.

Sometimes, I notice that I have just stepped into someone else’s silo. Bigger maybe, but still a silo. I feel kinda okay with this. Kinda. Mostly because my search is not over. Every time I reach out into my PLN I try to include more views, angles, dissonance, inspiration. However, the monochromatic nature of my sources has got to change. What am I missing? Who am I missing? Why did I miss it/them?

I found a bunch of post-its stuck -in-silo reflections at the bottom of my book bag, the scrap thoughts follow …

…build a silo, then add a window, skylight, deck, a garden, doors, add a playspace, invite people over, go visit friends, take some time to sit outside … maybe forget your keys, wander the neighbourhood … 

Building a brand is dangerous, I have noticed how ideas start to close rank, replicate, congratulate, and wither when a book deal hits social media. 

Dissonance is a necessary tension for deep learning.

Time away from EDU builds better thoughtfuel and imaginative mind traps to capture new views in the wilds.

 

next gen 3/3 [admission]

I feel like a whole lot of random is shaking out of this ‘end of year’ moment. Things that I thought I would keep doing  I am suddenly less than happy to continue and other odd pieces are rising back up into my view. [check out my flipgrid questions]

All in all, it seems like, in addition to my disquieted mind I feel a change happening. It feels like nerves, or like an empty stomach grumble.

Internal. Primal. Uncontrollable.

And even though I often approach the even-keeled reliability of ‘truth’ with healthy skepticism, I am off balance enough right now to crave some truth.

So I’ll toss that comfort to the wall.

See what sticks.

Here’s where I am ending the school year.

Maybe these are only my truths for right now.

Or they are just my current provocations.

I do know that any collisions with my pedagogy will level-up my game.

In no particular order…

 

 

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I am definitely not prepared for today.

Last night I sat, glued to the television as numbers flitted in and out, up and down, red and blue.

Opinions and analyses challenged rational thought and slowly crashed hopes for a decent outcome. The desired outcome.

The realization grew in me that no matter the determined promises, the humane appeals, the jaded statements, the harsh, the cold, the targeted, the gravity of ignorance was slowly pulling world view out of balance.

So off to bed.

In my daydreams, I exist in spaces where questions are currency, tools, and bridges from self to others. Classless classrooms where inquiry deepens the commitment to understanding our world and then obligates us, like a contract, to believe that this power as knowledge brandishes no sword.

I wake and begin deflating.

I am definitely not prepared for today.

In my spaces power is flattened, decisions are collaborative, there is no cost for wrong answers.

Knowing by doing for learning, challenges irrational thought and slowly, hopefully, sense making of the mysterious unfolds in waves of shared momentum. We move together. We stay together.

A new inquiry breaks me.

What have we done?

Strapped into my growth mindset, differentiated to the nines, and seeking refuge in a fractured rite of passage. We cannot go back, can I go forward?

I step into this new big picture, this fear filled landscape, pillared by grudge and grief and walled in with rusted rhetorics.

I am definitely not prepared for today.