What a semester it was. I learned one or two things; furthermore, my talents earned me good grades.
I never learned to predict what's coming in this high tech world of ours, but I do hope I will have an important part to play in it.
In the past much was made of individual achievement. Now it takes teamwork to come up with anything fresh and innovative. It's scary to wonder what will be thought of our generation years from now.
By the way, there is no dirth of creative effort in evidence right now, but, really, how much of it is original?
Travelling on the way to their future, some people have been distracted in fulfilling their own fate by a call from "the powers that be" and have had to complete a mission before they could proceed.
X marks the spot and we have all been there. Things that were to have been treasures turn out to be merely turtles trying to find their way home. Thomas Wolfe told us, "You can't go home again." Could he have been telling the truth? What's the global value of a lost turtle?
Try negotiating the future with someone who cannot see past the end of their nose. You're bound to be walking and rewalking the same ground over and over because the past is what makes the other feel comfortable. What will you do? What were you going to do? Is there still time to do any of those things?
In this activity we took photos of each student telling another what seemed to be something private and then we added the text of that message and the audio of our voices speaking the words. This was done in PowerPoint and was relatively a light activity for end of semester, but it can still be a bit difficult hearing one's own voice in a recording.
D told J, in a soft but firm voice, "You know, we really should finish this project." J said to P, in a matter of fact way, "D told me we should finish the project, but I'm not sure to which project she was referring." P said nothing - keeping quiet, he merely smiled. M came along and asked the other two what they were talking about. P interrupted, saying something about a project he knew nothing about. Second J has left the building. E, too, smiled, but not to be mysterious. She had finished the project days earlier. Miscommunication is a form of negotiation gone awry. D was looking to the future.
Bigger, better, faster. Get it right the first time and there'll be no need to count the oranges or weigh the cheese.
"...and that's all I have to say on that matter."