Thursday, November 23, 2017

The Downside of Technology in Schools: A Substitute Teacher’s Perspective




I’ve been a substitute high school teacher for all of two weeks, but I’ve been able to sub in five different schools during this time. Subs don’t do much, I’ll admit, so while I babysit students as they’re working on whatever the regular teacher left for them to do, I’ve observed some common problems centered around technology. 

Two of the schools I sub in provides each student with a laptop. Yes, they can do their classwork online, but in City High School (names have been changed to protect my job), the teacher has no control over what the students are doing on their laptops during class. I roamed the rooms, observing plenty of kids on YouTube and Facebook, their assignments forgotten. In contrast, the Charter High School provides the teachers with a nice app on their desk top computers which shows what site is up each student’s laptop. It was easy to redirect the ones who weren’t on task. Far from providing its students with the latest technology, I believe City High School has opened a Pandora’s Box, foisting more distractions on an already distracted student body.

Let’s talk about cell phones. Every student has one. Even very young kids in elementary school have cell phones. If they’re allowed to have them out, the students are completely distracted the entire class. Teachers ask them to put their phones away, but it rarely happens because the phone is far more interesting than whatever is being taught. If I were a full-time teacher, I’d put a shoe caddy by the door and have the students place their phones in assigned pockets at the beginning of class. If they got bored, say after taking a test and waiting for the rest of the class to finish, I’d require them to bring a book. Yes, books! I rarely saw a student pull out a paperback to read when they were finished with classwork. I usually sub in English -- you know, literature? -- yet no more than two students in any class pulled out a book instead of their phone.

My own children thought I was mean when I said they couldn’t have a cell phone until they could pay for the monthly plan themselves. Poor things didn’t have phones until they were old enough to have jobs. Consequently, I have adult children who’ve figured out that their cells are tools, not entertainment. They use them sparingly, as needed, and two of my sons don’t see the need to have a cell phone at all. Not to say that I’m an exemplary parent on this issue because my sons spend way too much time on video games -- but at least this is something they can only do at home, not in a classroom.

Young people who are in college now are the first generation to be ‘plugged in.’ Their lives are centered around their devices. Is this access to all the information the world has to offer via Google a good thing? I would say no, and this is my opinion: Having a device in hand every waking moment of the day has given us a generation unable to think for themselves. On the news we are seeing college students protest capitalism as they take selfies with their iPhones, yet they fail to see the irony. They believe whatever they read on social media because they have no ability to apply logic, believing that emotion trumps reason when it comes to the law and social policy, unable to envision the disastrous consequences of governing by emotion. And it’s not just that they are unable to apply logic, they are unable to focus because they’re accustomed to being entertained. They are unable to converse at the dinner table because the text messages, Instagram posts, and Facebook comments are far more interesting than their family members. I’m seeing this in the high schools I sub in. The ‘plugged in’ generation is so distracted that they aren’t learning much in the classroom.  

On a different but related note, I have to throw in a thought about technology and my job as a substitute. The school system I work for employs its substitute teachers through a hiring agency. After a long application process and training, I gave them a list of the schools I preferred and the hiring service had me buy an app for my SmartPhone to accept positions as they became available. Within a week of missing alerts on this app, it became clear to me why the hiring agency had such a high turnover rate for subs: frustration. The subs must compete for positions like Uber drivers. I could only secure a position if the phone was in my hand, open to the app, at the right moment. If it took me more than three seconds to press ‘accept’ (no time to even read what subject I’d be teaching), someone else had the job. My husband put the app on his iPhone so we could improve my odds of securing regular work. What makes the agency’s job easier makes it frustrating for substitute teachers. I just wanted to share this tidbit because it shows how some technology can work against its own self-interest.

I’m not anti-technology (hey, I write science fiction) but I’m beginning to realize that more access to technology isn’t necessarily a good thing. Technology is a distraction in schools, and I believe teachers and parents need to monitor how much screen time students have. I don’t think a third-grader needs a cell phone, not even to call mommy in case of an emergency. No third-grader is going to be walking home alone in in the dark, necessitating the use of a cell for an emergency call. Nope, that third grader is going to use the iPhone you gave him or her to play games and access who-knows-what on the internet when he or she should be paying attention in class. Some schools even have a ‘bring your own device’ day -- what a terrible idea. How about ‘bring a book day’ instead? I recommend no cell phones during class, no phones at the dinner table, no phones while driving, no phones after bedtime -- plug them in to recharge elsewhere in the house -- limit computer and video game time to less than an hour a day or never on weekdays. Let’s close Pandora’s Box and raise children who like to read and use technology as a tool when it’s needed, not as the sole focus of their lives.

Kids need books, not gadgets. A child who reads will grow up to be a child who thinks for himself. It’s frightening to see how little the ‘plugged in’ generation thinks logically, particularly how little they know about history. “Those who don’t know history are doomed to repeat it.” ~Edmund Burke. This is especially troubling when you hear college students extolling the virtues of socialism, but that’s another blog post for another day. 
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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

September Goodbyes



  Mention 9/11 to anyone and you’ll get a predictable negative reaction. Even after sixteen years, people still remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news of the first airplane crashing into the World Trade Center. It’s a shocking day that will live forever in American history. Although I lived just a few miles from the Pentagon on that fateful day, each September brings different memories to my mind.
  When I think of September 11th, I think of the same day ten years ago when my father-in-law passed away. Rich Walker was a wonderful man. Kind, funny, hard-working, devoted to his wife of fifty years, his four sons, and their families. His second son, Dana, was born on September 10th. Although he was in a coma at home with Hospice after a failed heart valve replacement surgery and years of struggling with Parkinson disease, we think Dad waited until September 11th to take his last breath so he wouldn’t leave a somber reminder every year on Dana’s birthday. He was just that kind of a man, so thoughtful. I can’t believe he’s been gone ten years.
  Eleven years ago on September 25th, my own father left mortality. Richard Meldrom had been bedridden for a few years with a form of dementia called Binswanger’s disease. He had numerous strokes that eroded his ability to do even the basics for himself. When he had another stroke in early September, 2006, which left him unable to swallow, we knew his time was short. My two brothers and I traveled to see him. Miraculously this took place when my brother Ethan was home for a few weeks from his year-long Air Force deployment in South Korea. When I arrived at Dad’s bedside, my mom told me Dad was unresponsive, but as I leaned down to kiss his sunken cheek as he lay curled in a fetal position, I took his hand in mine and felt a tiny squeeze in response, even though he couldn’t speak. It was if he had been waiting to see each of his children one last time. He died the next day.
  And this September marks one more goodbye. Not one of death, but one that leaves an ache in my heart nonetheless. My daughter Meilin turns eighteen today. The daughter I longed for and went all the way to China to adopt. The precocious, beautiful, brilliant child who filled a special place in my heart, even after God blessed me with four wonderful sons. I needed that rosy-cheeked orphan as much as she needed me.
  But now Meilin doesn’t need me anymore because she’s a college student at NC State University, my alma mater. It was so hard to leave her at her residence hall last month and then get in a moving van and drive across the country to our new home in Utah. Just like that, my baby girl is grown up, but she’s not just a short drive down the road from our former home in Holly Springs, NC. Now I can only see her at Christmas break and maybe next summer unless she decides to study abroad. This goodbye probably hurts most of all. Yes, they grow up, but do they have to do it so quickly?
  Happy birthday, Meilin.

 

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Musings for May -- and Beyond

  I was horrified to discover I hadn't posted to the blog since December, and thought I should bring my patient readers up to speed on the crazy train that masquerades as my life. So as not to sound like a bad soap opera, I'll give you a synopsis:
  As of last week, my six kids, daughter-in-law, and grandson all lived with me and my husband. The oldest son and his family will be moving out to attend college in the fall, as will the oldest daughter. Same college that both my husband and I attended, NC State -- how awesome is that? Estimated time of departure for those four: mid-August. Youngest son is 'thinking' about starting his papers to serve a two-year mission for our church, but he and his two single older brothers are currently unemployed even though second son has a college degree. Youngest daughter has special needs so she will always be with us. She's just finishing middle school so the timing is right for a change.
  My husband has been with the same software company for thirty years this May. He is 'retiring' and starting work for a consulting company that pays slightly less, but will give him something new to do. It was a tough decision and it took him a looooong time to make it, but we decided that a big change was needed. Sons two, three, and four desperately need a new environment to get them to move forward with their lives. So we prayerfully chose a place that has educational, employment, and marriage opportunities for them.
  We're moving to Logan, Utah. If you're not a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, this paragraph will be meaningless to you, and you have my permission to skip down the page. Logan, home to Utah State University, has five Young Single Adult stakes. Compared to right here in Raleigh where there is only one YSA ward. What this means is that this friendly small college town in scenic Cache Valley is crammed full of LDS young adults. It's also a few hours from BYU-Idaho, which would be another good place for my reluctant-to-leave-home sons to attend.
  Since we're moving, we have to sell the house. I get a sharp pain right between my eyes when I think about how much work we still have to do to get this house on the market. And spring is quickly coming to a close so it needs to be ASAP. Ten people living under one roof means lots of stuff that I don't care to haul across country, since we'll be moving ourselves. Last big move was on the company dime. They packed us, moved everything, put furniture wherever we told them it goes. It was relatively painless (oh, and the house sold in a weekend because it was the height of the housing boom and right outside Washington, D.C.) but this time we have to do it ourselves, plus take two cats. Five days on the road. Two U-hauls. Multiple drivers but did I mention two cats? Cats don't do leashes or being in a carrier all day. They'll need sedation. I'd like some, too, but I'll be driving.
  We have a big house on six acres. Nice, but also above the price range of the average two-child American family coming to small town Holly Springs, NC. Did I mention it's also an 'unusual' house? Renovated 1970's log-cabin (sort of) with a huge addition. No garage. No fancy master bathroom. Tiny closets. I'll be the first to admit that it's weird, and weird doesn't sell in an area where trendy, new, more affordable houses with 'spa-like' master bathrooms and huge walk-in closets, pop up like mushrooms after a rain.
  So we're decluttering twelve years worth of clutter from ten people. And I'm looking at the slow progress and the swiftly moving calendar and thinking, "is it too late to get a lobotomy?" I just want to work on my next book, but noooooo -- I have to paint and throw stuff away and keep up with the Craigslist ads. (Please buy our 1999 Suburban!)
  So who has time to write a blog post? Not me. But I promise once we're settled in Logan maybe late summer (and assuming we don't buy a fixer upper -- wow, my head really hurts), I'll fill my blog with wonderfully entertaining words, sure to make you happy that you didn't 'unfollow' me.
  Just to prove that I'm not as dull and whiny as this blog post, here are some photos from our recent trip to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Orlando, Florida. Happy spring -- and summer.
                                                                                                                                  ~Sterling