In a recent reportÂ in The Independent, it was highlighted that Donald Trump uses the grammar of an 11. My interest is not necessarily on the quality of Trump’s delivery though, but rather the ’11 Year Old’ who actually represents this standard. Who decided what an 11 year olds langauge was? And worse, how can it not have changed or morphed since Abraham Lincoln? I am left wondering what the langauge of a 35 year old is? Or have I stopped growing?
There is a place for the teacher to support the learner in regards to how to learn, but imagine if we were supported by a teacher ALL of our life, what would that look like? Does it happen now and we don’t even know it? What curriculum would you use at lets say 36? What would it mean to differentiate learning in this environment? Would our approaches be different? Why or why not? As usual, I hold on loosely to this idea. Really not sure.
Often when asked about predictions for the future, I wonder if there will come a time when we can quickly and easily remix music, leaving our own mark. To me, this would need some sort of Audio Track Recognition. I wonder though whether at the same time that such technology becomes available, whether copyright will simply hold us back. This is something Steven Johnson reflects on in his presetnation at Google, it is well worth a watch:Â
Often when I listen to music I wonder what if would sound like if it were mashed with something else? A recent example was listening to Taylor Swift’s Out of the Woods:
I was left thinking what it might sound like if it were mashed up with Nine Inch Nail’s Perfect Drug
I will continue to imagine
I can still remember the day. An overcast Saturday morning in March at Longfellow Reserve. AÂ small oval at the back of Mooroolbark. It was day two of the last game of the season and for many of us the last game of our junior careers. I had been brought up from the seconds for the game. Gone from openingÂ to batting no. 11. It did not matter as we were bowled out in 20 overs, leaving a pointless 20 overs to bowl again. It was decided that everyone would get two overs a piece. So here I was, having barely bowled all year, lumbering up with my leggies (my answer to being a chucker.) I had no idea who I was bowling to, let alone what I was trying to do. Really, I just wanted to let ’em rip. The eyes of the batsman lit up. Easy pickings. Sadly not. The batsman tried to slog me for six and instead of caught off a top edge. He trudged off as I celebrated. The batsman was Sam Mitchell, the four time Hawthorn premiership player.Â ThisÂ is me, my story. Slightly desperate and somewhat pathetic. Sadly, this is a story that seems to be silenced too often inÂ young adultÂ fiction.vvvvvvv
Would we really have more control over things, taking the power back from multi-nationals? What sort of artefacts would students create and for what audiences? What impact would this have for student’s engagement and agency?
Whether it be to develop a deeper understanding of what is being studied or how students are learning. Maybe this could be driven by the Modern Learning Canvas? Better yet, students are supported in running their own thinkerathons? A time when they gather together to reflect on their learning in order to realign it moving forward.