Fran Bullington, a media specialist at Boiling Springs High School, tagged me (I’m it!) to write for this meme. For the meme, I need to share childhood memories of bygone pastimes (that our students don’t have the opportunity to experience).
- Walking
- Playgrounds
- Pictures
- Museums
- Waiting
This might be city/town specific, but I used to walk. Everywhere. I walked to school. I walked around Charleston. Just to walk. I think that with the increase in cars (and the inDUHviduals who drive them) and stranger danger, some parents may not LET their children walk. I used to daydream and think while I walked. Of course, I knew people, and they knew me. I think we lost creativity and friendships with the loss of walking.
Playgrounds are too safe. I remember the merry-go-rounds, those delightful metal death traps. Sit on the round part, hold on to the metal bar for dear life, and let an older child spin you until the merry-go-round went into orbit. Even more fun were the metal slides – especially in the summer. There were no plastic anythings. No protective bars or rails. Just high equipment with death defying drops. Now along with the plasticized equipment, we have seperate areas for little children and big children. And don’t forget the helicoptor parents. They stand hovering over their children (who aren’t always two by the way but are five and six!). So, children don’t experience playing, falling, or solving arguments/conflicts by themselves.
My photo book is very small. Three pictures of me as a baby, a handful of me as a toddler. Now, I have thousands of pictures of my five-year-old. They hang out in my camera and on my harddrive. I attempted to make a photo album. Once. Its tough when you have umpteen to go through and choose from. Expensive to print. Pictures used to be special and cherished. I think we are taking them for granted. Maybe the tribes who believed that you took their picture you took their soul were correct. There certainly seems less soul in the plethera of images cobwebbing away in my digital dungeon.
Dim. Quiet. Tiptoe by the polar bear who stands in an eternal snarl. Use your imagination to picture him on a floe somewhere in the Arctic. Now? Sounds, lights, voices, chaos. Don’t get me wrong. I think the interaction is great. The special kiosks, maps, and computers do add a dimension. But, they take away something too. A special element called Mystery.
Remember skimping and saving to get a doll? How about spending the day dialing (no voice mail or answering machines)? Need information? Search through several books and read. Now, everything is instant gratification for our kids. Hurry up. Get it now. Act now.
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THE department that should be bringing classes in to research because research is part of their standards does not show up at all.
and the students reaction (they were completely engaged), he asked if I wanted to copresent at a district wide instructional fair. Talk about inroads! I now have a teacher who sees me as a partner and will be bringing his students in for more projects and will use me as a coteacher rather than a talking head.