Learning 2.011 Are You Coming?

The first tech conference I ever attended was Learning 2.008. I was working in Qatar and felt very disconnected from any kind of network. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself- I am using the language of the present to talk about the past. Back in 2008, not only did I not have a network, I barely knew what one was. I had just parted ways with Kim Cofino with whom I had worked in Malaysia.  Back then Kim was my only mentor in all things connected. I barely understood Twitter. I did not have a professional blog and I felt like I was working in a bit of a vacuum.

Back in Malaysia, Kim had arranged a project with Clarence Fischer, which had “succeeded” to some degree. I put succeeded in quotes because I am not sure what we had actually done, but The International Teen Life Project was my first taste of connecting with another teacher and classroom and I liked it. We experimented. We learned. We created. I remember doing a Podcast over Skype one day and feeling so…what is the word? Proud? Important? Connected? Not sure what I felt, but I knew that we were doing good work. I felt like I was on the cutting edge. I was hooked. I knew that is where I always wanted to be. I didn’t want to wait for someone to tell me what the latest thing was. I wanted to find it and use it and share it myself.

It was great to work with Clarence because I respected him tremendously. He was one of the many bloggers who Kim had recommended I read in my new RSS feed. So when Kim emailed me, informing me that there was a conference in Shanghai created by teachers for teacher, I didn’t hesitate to sign up. I paid my own way, because I wanted to meet people like Clarence.

Feels strange now, thinking back to how “star struck” I was. There I was having breakfast with Alan Levine, or talking about the echo chamber with Clarence and Brian Crosby. At the time it all felt so important and in a sense maybe it was. I remember sitting in on sessions and meeting people I had only read and respected. But the most important part for me was solidifying relationships with people i had just started to know online like Brian Lockwood and Jenny Luca among others. I still remember our dinner, just the three of us and that strange feeling of seeing someone you have only “known” online. I have had that feeling many times since and it never  loses its appeal. I have written at length about the value of these relationships, so I will just say that these meals and breakout sessins with people you only know online are priceless.

The most important thing I took away from Learning 2.008 was that the only thing that separated the teachers I read about and me, was that they were writing and sharing and connected and I was not. I knew after that conference that things needed to change for me professionally. After all, I had ideas. I could write. I could be leading workshops and presenting keynotes.

Before I continue, let me say that I have no intention of becoming a globe-trotting-traveling consultant Ed-tech celebrity. (Not that there is anything wrong with that.) I am too anchored in the classroom to give it up.  But I am currently, dealing with my changing role in schools. You can only rant and rave about transforming learning environments long enough before a school calls you on it. So next year, I will be working with teachers at my current school to move our school forward as a technology facilitator. I am nervou and excited, but will write about that soon.  We are in the process of defining what my role will be and what it means to creating a workable vision, but I am proud to say that I am playing an intrical part in our transformation.

So why am I telling you all this? What’s the point? The point is that in just three short years a lot has changed for me.  But not just for me personally, but also the network, education, and conferences in general. I have taken what I learned back in 2008 and I have applied it to my career. I blog, I tweet, I share, and I build relationships. I have learned that the people I was so impressed by are just regular people like me. Yes, they are amazing educators who are doing everything they can to change education, but they are just like you and me. They are open, supportive and interested in what I (we) have to say.

This brings me to 2011 and Learning 2.011. Through a stroke of luck, hard work, or relentless self-promotion I seem to have fallen on the other side of the conference wall. I am so proud and honored to be leading the ESL cohort at this year’s conference and hopefully presenting a mini- keynote. I am stoked to be so unbelievably connected to hundreds of educators from around the world and now it is my turn to inspire.

I have some advice for anyone considering coming to this conference. If you are new to “it” “this” whatever it is we want to call it- this world of networked educators who blog and tweet and Skype and help each other out– this conference is invaluable. Bring your passion, your ideas, your classroom and let’s find other educators who can help you bring your ideas to life. As most people will tell you, conferences are about connections, and there is no better place than this conference, especially if you are in Asia, to meet like-minded professionals that will help you build your network and connect your classroom to others in the region. But more importantly, you will find countless people who like you just want to see what everyone else is doing, share ideas, and build a support network.

If you have been to a few conferences and are starting to doubt the usefulness of conferences then I urge you to come too. Learning 2.011 is a conference with few rules and expectations. It is what we make it. So let’s get together and create an unconference about what next? Let’s talk about how we can take what we have created thus far to the next level. I don’t know about you, but the idea of chatting with the Couros brothers (Alec and George) , Kim Cofino, Jeff Utech and others about what the next ten years could look like is pretty damn exciting.

Let me close by saying that I hope to see you in Shanghai in September. Talk to your staff, share this post with your admin and get a team togther to come to Shanghai. Bring your voice, your ideas, and your excitement and let’s create another amazing conference this year.

Would love comments about positive expereinces you have had and drop me a line if you are coming below.

30,000 and Counting

I don’t want to know what people eat for breakfast.

I don’t want to know what they are doing and thinking every second of the day.

I just don’t have anything to say that is that important.

Nothing in my life is that interesting that I have to broadcast it to the world

Well, let me tell you something! Actually let me tell you a few things. Let me tell you 30,000 things! My life is that interesting and I can’t (won’t) shut up about it. My every thought is worth a broadcast and everything I do is life changing. Take this for example: It is Friday night,  I am blasting the Beastie Boys to get in the mood to write this post. My head is bobbing; my heart is racing because I am excited about scribbling these thoughts into the cyber void. I have goosebumps. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have the freedom and the tools to assign value to my thoughts, my life, my experiences. If my life is not interesting enough for me to write about and share with the world than I feel am doing something wrong. If I am not excited about what I eat, then I am eating the wrong foods. If the minutes of my life are boring than I am wasting it.

I share it all because sharing it forces me to be aware. It forces me to shine a light on my ideas, my thoughts, my kids, my books my writing, my doubts, my friends, my politics, my thoughts on god, on the beauty of homemade pasta, music, and parenthood. Hell, 30,000 tweets are not enough for me, I am writing a memoir describing every memory in exquisite detail. Why? I am fascinated by the whole damn thing. The questions. The answers. The whole journey is one amazingly intense ride and I don’t want to miss a second of it. More importantly, I don’t want you to miss your life either. I hope my enthusiasm can act  as a mirror for your life too.

What people who think their thoughts are not important, or that their lives are boring, or the people who say they don’t care about what other people are doing every second of the day- don’t understand is that this one life is all we get. One life, one shot. Game over. I see it two ways: First: if you feel your life is not interesting enough to share with other people than you may want to ask yourself why. Second: If you feel that other people don’t care about your life, you are underestimating people’s need for human connections or your ability to tell stories.

For the first time in human history, we can all be published authors with a push of a button. What? What’s that? This only means that there will be a lot of mediocre prose and garbage media out there? Fair enough, but it is ours- this voice, these space, these stories, and I for one will share as much as I can for as long as I can. I will do my best to weave a world of tenderness, wit and honesty. I’ll take a crack at humor, reflection, and art. I’ll share the low-brow and the high. I’ll share the novel and the bizarre.

People often ask, “What the hell do you say in 30,000 tweets?” The answer?  The story of my life. I am writing it all down and throwing it all out into the universe and you know what I am finding? That a tribe of kindred spirits are gathering around me and digging on what I confess. No one’s life is special enough to warrant so much attention. No one’s life is so unimportant not to warrant some attention. I know people gawk at my output, but honestly I have found a formula that works for me.  When I scan my list of RTs, I am honored by the pieces of my soul that people share. I am not here to share edtech resources. I am here to shift a culture. I am here to inspire and push people’s buttons. I am here to make you think. I am here to manipulate every tool into a weapon of art and creation.

Who knows? Maybe someday I will collect all these snippets of experience and wrap them up in book. Or maybe I will forget them all and sweep away the memories like the sands of a Mandala. But, for now, I am here and jotting it all down. Thanks for joining me on my ride. My advice to you dear reader or timid Tweeter, is tell me what you had for breakfast. What are you doing this very second? Share the infinite epiphanies you had right before you fell sleep last night. What’s your favorite song? Movie? Book? I find it all interesting because I find life interesting. I find you interesting. So go on don’t be shy. Tweet, blog, write, film, share…you’ll be surprised what comes back to you.

For Esther

If you are reading this post it could mean one of two things:

  1. I have sent you a link directly via Facebook or Twitter. You are a good friend, family, or a member of my online network
  2. A friend has shared this link with you via Facebook or Twitter or email and you have no idea who I am

Either way Team Raisdana is asking you for some help. Please watch the short clip below for some explanation. Then meet me on the other side for some context, links, and instructions.

That’s the gist of it, but as promised here are some links for those of you who have never heard of Daraja:

  1. Watch this award winning short film by BrickDoc
  2. Read some of what I have written about the school here and here
  3. Watch the video I created after a visit to the campus
  4. Check out their website, follow them on Twitter @daraja, or like  them on Facebook

How can you help with the Bay To Breakers event? Sorry for the bulleted post, but I see this post as more business If you are looking for the poetry of Daraja please read and watch the links above. Back to business. What can you do?

  1. Go to Esther’s Crowdrise page and donate any amount you can afford at this time.
  2. Go to Esther’s Crowdrise page donate and share the link to this blog post with everyone you know on Twitter and Facebook and email
  3. Go to Esther’s Crowdrise page donate and share the  link to this blog with everyone you know on Twitter and Facebook and email, and join The Team. Write your own post, make your own video and let’s raise some serious cash.

Esther has a strong will that is encompassed in sadness. She is from a single mother with 5 older brothers, and a younger sister. Esther was fortunate to attend a primary school for needy children that gave her a solid educational background and of all the new Form 1 students, she scored the second highest on her 8th grade examination. Although Esther had a great education, she was pressured and abused by the headmaster of the school.

Esther has overcome a great deal. To see her at Daraja Academy, she is smiling and there is hope in her eyes. Because of the many good people supporting her, Ether has learned to communicate her needs to others, and to take care of herself. Esther has found people who love her and support her, and she has embraced this new family from the beginning despite the hurt she has had the past.
We are always talking about the power of the network; let’s see if it can raise $1000 for a girl who would could use it and appreciate it more than any of us will ever know. In the next few weeks, I will be in touch with people at Daraja and try to get some video or a Skype all with Esther, but in the meantime let’s get together and raise some cash.

A Letter to James

I received the following email today from a former student from Doha who is now living in Nigeria:

Hello sir,

It’s been quite a while indeed! I can begin to tell you all I have experienced in Nigeria. I thought you were facing some problems when I sent you a message and you didn’t reply. But, James M. told me you were alright. So, I felt compelled to give it another shot.

Education here is really hard and rigorous and I’m in year 10. It’s really hard keeping up with my blog cause it’s hard getting internet. But, fortunately am on holiday and my dad got a really good internet. So I have decided to go back to writing the way YOU have taught me and not the way they teach me here in Nigeria. They write with FORMULAS for god’s sake. I scream at friends that they should learn to express themselves freely and not like a robot! They just stare at me as if am stupid. But I can’t blame them. That’s how they’ve been taught since they were kids. Anyways, I found a really good website for teenage writers called ”young writers society”. You post your work and other writer’s around the world review it. It’s like a blog but better cause it’s mainly a society filled with people my age. You could search me up on this name ”Temi”. I have also been in touch with James M. and his blog and he seems to get smarter everyday. . It’s sickening feeling. One that if I don’t run away from it would take over all my consciousness. Then I would become a robot too. I can’t let that happen.

I hope you reply, I miss you sir. See you in the future.

My response:

Dear James,
I just sent you a quick email informing you that I could not respond to your note tonight, because I am too busy. It is a quiet Wednesday night and I am getting ready to write for a few hours. I am working on a book, you see, and I have committed myself to at least seven hundred and fifty words a night. As I clicked send, however, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your words. Realizing that there is nothing more urgent than the words I should share with you at this time, I decided to use my seven hundred and fifty words to write to you, because really what writing could I do that would be any more important than this?

You are the reason why I am here, James. You are the reason I teach, I write, I grow, I learn, I love. I live. I am here for you and every kid like you who has ever felt, “I can’t wait to get out and start feeling like a human being again and not like a robot.” I have been there, James. I was born there, James. I am still there, James. The world is not an easy place for individuals. It is not made for freedom and dreams, no matter what we tell ourselves. We are buried under culture and religion and societal expectations. We are buried under our own anxiety, not to mention the needs of our friends and family.

But sometimes, some of us, see the cracks in the walls. We usually see them when we are young. I think I saw it first when I was eight, but before we know it, we feel like we must scream at our friends when they follow formulas. We want to shake the world awake and express ourselves in whatever form we feel necessary. Adults find spontaneous need for expression this scary. They box it and shape it and label it and try to turn it into a future, a career, security, but the problem is that you cannot confine freedom. It is who we are. It is our nature.

I teach not because I am an expert. I have no answers. I am lost and wandering. I teach because I am attracted to that youthful freedom. It still burns within me, and honestly most adults have long lost the passion that got them through their adolescence. They lie to themselves using words like maturity, security, and responsibility, when really they should be using words like regret, compromise, and loss.

What am I trying to say? Am I just rambling to fill my quota? I am trying to say that you have a gift, James. Insight. Passion. Drive. Talent. Love. Thirst. Curiosity. The world will do its best to chip away at each of these characteristics. I don’t need to tell you that. Look around, you see it everywhere you look. It is not unique to Nigeria. Trust me.

I remember one time in class you said something like, “Mr. Raisdana you see the world in such ugly shades and notice everything that is wrong. How can you sleep at night?” Do you remember that? The answer is still the same: I see the world as it is. Sure it will get us down, sure it is not how we want it to be, sure it will try to turn us into robots who write by using formulas, it will force us to take accounting instead of art, it will tell us to grow up, but we must not allow it to extinguish the fire inside each of us.

That is all we have, James. Those tiny flickering flames of hope and daring. Of love and passion inside of you is the same one inside of me. It is the same energy in every dreamer and artists, every saint and prophet. This fervor of the imagination is what keeps us going. It is why you are emailing me and why I am writing you with tears in my eyes. It is not childish or disillusioned. It is what will keep you sane. It is what will keep you company when everything else is too much to bare. It will sing you to sleep and point out the moon when you are alone. It will write your books, paint your pictures, make your films, and carry you on stage. It will support you when there is no one else, but most importantly…it will help you find the flame inside others.

It is what has brought you here. It is why I teach, why I write, why I share and create. I tend my flame and hope that others will be drawn to it. Because if it goes out…well let’s not think of that. Thank you for thinking of me and more importantly writing to me James. I have been receiving emails like yours from students from all around the world for years, and I can honestly say that these emails are the most important part of my life. As teachers we are often vilified, but to know that our passions are passed on is the most rewarding thing I could ever imagine.

I will look you up on that website and you can always find me online. The future is far and wide. I am sure our paths will cross. You are not a robot, no matter what they say! You are one of the most intelligent and passionate artists I have ever met just hold onto that. I hope you don’t mind that I have shared this on my blog. I am hoping that others will join in and share their thoughts. We are individuals, but there is power in the communities we build. Society is not only what others say it is. It does not control us completely. We have a say. We have a right to share this flame. I hope who ever is reading this will do just that…

Thoughts from The Nam (An ADE reflection)

The fact that I don’t like corporations comes as no surprise to anyone who has read my work or talked to me for five minutes. They’re big and scary and faceless and subversive and greedy and dictate too much of how things are done in the world for my taste. Because integrity, honesty, passion and art are so important to me I am constantly disappointment by the concept of selling out. Giving in. Joining the dark-side. I mean, is there anything worse than seeing a song you love, being used to hawk a car or a TV?

I came to the Apple Distinguished Educator’s conference with a heavy heart. Was I selling out? Was this ultimate copulation to the very corporate forces I am constantly deriding? Because while Apple is hip and shiny and sexy on the surface, their main goal is still global domination. Of this there is little doubt. So what would a corporate sponsored educational institute look like exactly? How much of my soul would I have to sell? What was in it for me? There is a running joke surrounding the ADE program, likening it to a cult or saying that once there you drink the Kool-Aide you will be never shut up it again.

This post is random scattering of thoughts and ideas of my experience over the last four days in Vietnam.

Every organization, every conference, every school, every company, every story is about the people. Who they are?  Their beliefs and values, and how they work with others are critical aspects of how they function as a bigger group. And so of course, it was the people that really grabbed my attention. From the talented and inspirational speakers like Rebbeca Stokely and Joseph Linaschke, to all advisory member facilitators and sixty plus ADEs, their was a tangible sense of excitement about the future of not only technology but how these tools can be leveraged to a global shift in how our students learn. The wild card group for me was the ADE educational team from Apple. I was excepting a bunch of disconnected suits from the corporate office, but really the Apple team are a dynamic, diverse group of men and women dedicated to the success of this program.Let me throw a quick thank you to Adrian for his dedication and passion to education.

Which brings me to what I think is an important point. What is the point of the ADE program? Here is my take:

To take innovative educators from within a region, who are already using and excited by the Apple brand, connect them to each other, build a tight-knit (almost cult like) community, so that they can work more closely together, have a wider global audience in hopes that they, (we?) can build a critical mass in the institute with which we work, in order to shift the paradigm. Could the cynic argue, he always does in my mind, that Apple created this program in order to have the sales department move in right after and turn whatever schools these ADEs are working in to Mac schools? Of course. But really, I am not here to write about that. Stop it! I can here murmuring , “sell out” under your breath, but really the truth is that I would choose to go to a Mac school over a PC school with or without the ADE program. What I learned this past week was the dedication this company has shown to this program. Hold on….had another cup of Kool-Aide, but really at the level I am working in now, I am proud to be a part of it. Should it ever change or demand more of me, than of course I will reconsider. For now, I feel a part of a healthy and exciting symbiotic relationship. I feel that I have the opportunity to stay honest, keep my integrity and write openly and honestly about my role as ADE. If at any point my views and theirs should diverge than I am sure we will be happy to end the relationship, but in the mean time I am stoked and excited to have met so many other amazingly talented individuals. Many I already knew through the network, but others who are a bit new. They are doing amazing work in their schools, but needed this platform to join the global conversation.To all the new ADEs I met this week, welcome to the conversation. Please leave a comment below and share your thoughts. This is where the remainder of our work together will be done.

My favorite part of this week was the professional development I saw. We were seldom asked to listen or watch. We were asked to do, to create, to reflect, to share. It made me feel like a student and I loved it. It taught me how to work with others and listen. It taught me that you might learn more if it is not done your way, that another person can add to your ideas and together you can sculpt shared ideas. I really hope to incorporate some of the activities and general ethos of the instiute to in-service days at my school for next year.

And of course it reaffirmed my belief that learning is done in process and cannot be assessed by product. The very experience of creation is important not the creation itself. We all know this, but we often need to be reminded of failure and mediocre products, so we can ease the pressure we put in students. The conversations I had with members of my group during our day on the river, or the emotions I felt while talking with locals being pushed off their land and from their homes in the name of globalization and progress, is impossible to document or assess in a four-minute video. I was left thinking of how much learning from our students is lost or forgotten in the search of a grade. There must be so much they are learning that we never see, because we are asking for such specific proof. This experience made me appreciate the role of reflections and student blogs as places of more holistic learning. A sort of expansive landscape, where if done right students as well as teachers can really design a more accurate picture of learning, one that does not require a rubric or standards, but when experienced as a whole over time reflects the journey of its creator. Much more on this soon.

This institute also gave me a chance to really look at my own current landscape and take inventory. Who am I? Am I spread to thin? What are my values? What do I want to promote and share? Am I on the right track? What does my name mean to others? Does any of it matter? Stay tuned for updates. I am working on re-worked, consolidated brand. I still hate that word. Maybe when I can articulate it, it will have a new name.

In the meantime, I am proud and excited by the work I did, the thoughts I had and the people I met. It is always a shocking experience to be thrown into such a crucible. I am sure the effects will be long lasting. I am looking forward to continuing the conversations we had this past week with everyone who was there, as well as all of you who were not. Not sure if I answered any of the questions I had going in, but I don’t feel like a sell-out and that is good. I feel like I am leading a fast moving train headed to great places. Come on! What are you waiting for. Get on. We have work to do.
Of course I would appreciate all my critical thinking, trouble making friends to tell me I am wrong about all of this, because there is nothing more dangerous to growth and learning as complacency