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Author: kyleenbromley

I write. A lot. Sometimes, and mostly, just because http://smallworldafteralllittlegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/starting-small.html, http://lunchtimerandoms.blogspot.com/, http://danainiinflight.blogspot.com/, http://kyleenrbromley.blogspot.com/
Making change…”would you like 5’s 10’s or twenties?”

Making change…”would you like 5’s 10’s or twenties?”

I went back to school hoping I would making a difference. No, BELIEVING I would make a difference. The first few weeks of school swept the rug out from under me and now, not only do I question everything, I question myself. These TED talks are great, except they all seem to be “in media res”. What I mean is, they found answers, and resources, and connections and they had this moment where they could do something. Now, as I see jobs being scarce, and even more education not being much more of a remedy to that, I ask, “What can I really do?”

But I mean it. What can I really do?

It’s nice to imagine being behind this great idea of a Multiliteracy Space (Digital Learning Space), and it is great to think I could help put a very small force behind it, but beyond that, what next? How can I REALLY be a part of it? It is one thing to design something, it is another thing to keep it running…I want to be a part of what keeps it running and growing and moving.

I guess this post is more searching for answers (as all my posts seem to be as I feel lost, questioning everything I believed and hoped in). I always had hoped I would make a difference. And not just one small difference, but a continuous, growing difference. A change. I wanted to make a change, a thing where we look at it all differently. I know there are no right answers, and I know there are politics and bullshit and all this other garbage…so how do the changers defeat that? How do the changers make the changes? And how can I help?

But I mean, how can I REALLY help?

-Kyleen

All I know is I know nothing…except that I may be losing my mind

All I know is I know nothing…except that I may be losing my mind

Tell me someone else is sitting in front of their computer staring blankly at a screen, head throbbing, eyes watering and this horrible sinking feeling that you’re a complete failure. I’d hate to think I am the only one.

I am not a quitter. I’m not. I am a failure, but not a quitter. As a failure, I will keep at something despite my lack of skills. I feel like I am at that point right now. I look back at all the readings that I swear I blogged and talked about and was able to retain it and apply it, but now, as I sit in front of this shoddy laptop that I dread opening every day, I question what I know. And all of a sudden I want to burst into tears because I wonder if I even know anything anymore and I am questioning everything.

Everything.

I really believed in myself. I really believed I could make a change. I don’t know who planted that seed, but like many things I have tried growing in my lifetime, that seed which was once a vibrant plant is now brown and shriveled and sitting on a mantle just waiting for me to finally give up and toss it. But I am not a quitter, even if it means suffering apparently. But really, what kind of change will I really make in this world of either education or anything at this point. I feel so small and broken. I feel like I am the dying plant on the mantle just waiting for someone to throw me out. At least then I will be able to say I didn’t quit, but was forced to let go.

I question “what the f*ck I am doing?”. Every. Single Day. I cry and pray and every night before bed I fall asleep wondering what my purpose is, why I am here and will I fail again tomorrow. I really don’t feel I have put much pressure on my existence, but really, there has to be a purpose for me. I don’t want kids, I don’t want to be married (again) so I would normally focus on a career, but as I look at my work and my inability to retain anything at this point, I have to ask, what am I doing? Will somebody please tell me how to succeed? Will someone please open a door and say, “Look, all your hard work paid off. Here is a job and you will be successful and will not live paycheck to paycheck the rest of your life. All your hard work paid off and yes, your dream of teaching has come true”. *poof*

I should move to an island of sorts and just bartend or waitress. Cocktail style like Tom Cruise. Cuz, you know, movies are great representations of real life, right? That life would seem far better and being a lazy, worthless piece of crap would be much easier to digest if I were on a tropical island because, let’s face it, so is everyone else. These are the things I imagine as I try and find a future that isn’t confined to a cubicle selling cabinet doors to jerk-face customers who belittle me and treat me as if I have never seen a cabinet door in my life. I have seen a lot of ‘effing cabinet doors. Trust me. Don’t question my authority on cabinet doors. Hell, that’s the sad part. My current status is cabinet door connoisseur (which, btw, I had to look up how to spell that word and it saddens me even more), and yet with all my education and experience (and “talent” or so I thought I had), no one is hiring me and it’s devastating. Will going back to school save me? Or is it true that, though I may not be a quitter, I am still a failure.

Someone please tell me…

-Kyleen

“How do you solve a problem like Maria?”

“How do you solve a problem like Maria?”

I am socially awkward. I know this. I have a million thoughts in my head but when I go to express them, they come out wrong or backwards or overly excited and by the time I am done speaking, I have wide eyes looking back at me, trying to figure out where I started from and where I went.

That’s how I feel like these readings are at times. They begin simple enough then before I know it I am running down a rabbit hole with a candelabra in one hand and a shoe, which I realize is not mine, in the other. It all seemed to make sense at the time as I was running through the Wonderland of thought, but as I get to the end and look through the looking glass, I see me as confused as the faces that are looking back at me. They too wonder, “Why the shoe?”

I honestly don’t know.

In high school I was the one looking out the window or studying or daydreaming about posters on the wall. I was always deep in thought but never really on the same page as others. The teacher would talk but as he stood there lecturing, nothing but tangent questions would come to mind. It never seemed fitting for the subject but seemed necessary for me to ask because I wanted to know. I was usually greeted with the same annoyance as June had towards Maria.

Was I a Maria? Am I still now?

Probably. But maybe I am not the only one.

In the many, many (way too many) years I have been in school or been teaching, at some point, everyone has been a Maria. Trust me. You have been that scattered-thinking student wanting so badly to express your excitement and your thoughts but all the things you wanted to say fell flat on the desk in front of you. Most likely keeping you from ever wanting to participate publicly again.

But why? What makes us lean towards this boisterous, excited, questioning student who seems to be all over the place holding a shoe in one hand, but instead of the candelabra, you now have a cat. It doesn’t make sense to the rest of those trying to listen to your thoughts as you struggle to explain the shoe and the cat (which also isn’t yours) that seemed to make so much sense before you had to express it out loud. That thing where your thoughts are doing just great, but you’re words are blowing it.

“How is it that annoying conversational style can become a measure of intellectual ability?”

I must sound like an idiot most times. I swear I am not. Or at least I don’t think I am until I open my mouth to speak. I believe at some point I have had to apologize personally to a teacher for being “that student”. The one who took the conversation off-topic and into some other “wonderland”…as in ”I wonder what in the world she is talking about”.

“Perhaps Maria…was accustomed to speaking up with her own opinion, which she expected to be acknowledged by her teachers and to be of some import of the lesson.” “…Maria’s conversational patterns more closely resembled the talk allowed in classrooms geared to the honors student”. (317)

Maria, despite her inability to follow the IRE structure, was just not used to being in such a restricted learning situation. Her instinct was to converse and express her questions and concerns. I wonder now did my professors find me “low level”, “absent minded” and “air headed” because I could not possibly say the words that swirled my head and instead babbled on for what probably seemed like endless minutes?

As a teacher and fellow student I can pick out students like this (like me) easily. The ones that annoy all of us because they dominate the conversation or ask questions that are off topic, or so it seems to us because the reality is, that student just thinks different and is trying to explain that shoe and that cat so that you will be able to see where they are coming from and how they got there.

So, then, as the readings teach us, let’s ask some question in regards to that. How do we not stifle a questioning student, but stay on track and give others an opportunity to participate?

“That is an excellent question, but I want to stay on track and come back to that. Write that question down as we might actually get to it and if not, that would be an excellent point you can research at home and we can cover it in the beginning of class tomorrow”.

The student now has a chance to teach and learn at the same time, but also show their point was well stated and worth looking into. When a student feels heard and appreciated for their willingness to open up and look outside the box, it gives them the power to take learning into their own hands as well and in finding those answers, they may even find the actual answer they were looking for from the beginning before their mind went off on a tangent. They now have a better understanding.

Maria was also opening the door to many different opportunities for June to go beyond the “ratings” of a music video and even maybe touch on the “censorship” aspect which was a great point for Maria to bring up, though her “scattered-thinking” made her seem distracted and not paying attention when in reality, she was ahead of the class and looking at a problem that really does hit home for many artists and anyone voicing an opinion, “censorship”. Which, in a sense, wasn’t Maria experiencing that exact thing?

Boom.
As I am seeing with upper division courses, we are given this chance to talk it out…think out loud. It leaves us open to feeling awkward, with responses like wide eyes and perturbed teachers, but isn’t that the process of learning. Putting the idea out there and seeing where it goes? Why does it seem that process is left solely for the upper division classes (correct me if I am wrong) and not utilized more in “remedial” classes or classes where to talk it out would create a far better result than being “stifled” by responding with the “correct” answer and being “evaluated” rather than given the opportunity to think it out because you never know…someone else might have gone down that exact rabbit hole and they too are holding the shoe and that cat that isn’t theirs and feeling glad someone else was willing to hold them up for others to see in hopes maybe they had a better way of explaining it.

 

-Kyleen

The Only Thing I Know is That I Know Nothing (notes on “The Novice as Expert” & “Basic Work”)

The Only Thing I Know is That I Know Nothing (notes on “The Novice as Expert” & “Basic Work”)

The classroom was cold and stale, a cave before the lights were turned on. The air was refreshing against my sweaty skin after riding my bike to class. I was both a student and a teacher and it was all very perplexing and unnerving.

My mentor came in, sweaty as I was, breathless and full of life. I felt small. We discussed what he had hoped to do for that day and my body quivered inside. It had been so long since I had been on either side of a desk and now that I was on both sides, I wasn’t sure how to feel other than like a child…a novice.

Students began to trickle in and give me the same look I had anticipated…a look of curiosity sprinkled with territorial undertones. They were as unsure of me as I was of them. Luckily it was only their second day so change was still accepted, even if hesitant. I smiled and tried to feel out my mentor and how he felt about my presence in the class. He was welcoming and awkward and as small as I felt, he also made me feel like I belong…that he enjoyed my company and maybe it would bring him relief as I had heard horror stories of English 30.

It was evident that English 30 had a stigma to it, you could see it in the student’s eyes. They questioned why they were there and I too was still feeling out where we would go. My mentor was seasoned. He had seen those looks before and didn’t skip a beat. Maybe it was the enthusiasm of just one student, or maybe it was his energy and faith in what he was doing for them, but he quelled everyone’s fear, including my own. Would he squash my fears of the impending English 30 class? My nerves kicked in again.

There is something beautiful in the chaos of Eng 30. Was it possible to show the students the necessity of Eng 130 and 30? Was it possible to quell their fear and hate of writing? Could we help these students accept their new role as novice learners and be ok with working hard and growing as a student? Will they see or appreciate that? Are they willing to work with us and trust we are there to help? Do they know we are there to learn too? Can we come together as a community and make it work for everyone?

So many questions.

My mentor, my apprentice, he too is a novice, right? And shouldn’t he be? Not all students learn the same or react the same and every day and year is different with new ideas, and new problems to solve so aren’t we all novice no matter how many times we have or have not done this?

There is this feeling of dread when a “research paper” is mentioned and “sources cited” is uttered. But do these students have a chance to see these as opportunities to grow or as assignments they dread doing? Can we help them understand the purpose and do we even know what that purpose is?

Maybe it’s the way structured writing and assignments are presented in a student’s life from the moment they put pen to paper that brings about this feeling of obligation rather than pleasure. Students see assignments as “things to be completed” rather than an opportunity to grow and learn. How can we show them what they are learning is just a small part of the larger picture? How do we explain, even in our own doubt, that there is a reason and a purpose if only to show that they are capable of succeeding, even if it is a small victory at a time? You don’t start as an expert, you must work to get there and even then, there is always a chance to become a novice again. A new way of thinking, a new means of communication or tool, all of which change the playing field and then, change who we are. So how can we, in this world of ever-changing everything, can we find a “right way to do something?”.

Maybe that is the question to ask ourselves and look at it like the ebb and flow of an ocean. Unpredictable currents, tides, and algae blooms. Beautiful and chaotic and so much that goes on underneath that we cannot control it, we can only go with it. When living in Hawaii and learning to surf the one thing I was told that I will never forget is, “Never turn your back to the ocean or fight her. She will do what she is going to do, you can only swim with her”, and isn’t that what education is all about? We cannot control learning or force it or make it as we want it, we can only know we know nothing on a constant basis and just go with it. Because, as we are learning, we learn that there is no such thing as expert, only experience…and even then, that will change too…