ranty pants (part#2): the conversation

The ‘Faculty’ I call home has a deep sense of personality disorder, incorporating both the ‘Arts’ and ‘Creative Arts’ as well as ‘Education’. There are very few channels of communication between these mammoths, so it’s difficult to know exactly where and with whom I should be having the conversation, but there is a worrying similarity between the concerns with ‘higher’ education I outlined in the previous post, and the series of issues that are emerging during H’s first year (prep) of primary school.

It’s H’s second term and the symptoms are showing, we know the cause of the malady (funding tied to assessment and performance), but there are ancillary complications connected to continual assessment practices that are disturbing at a fundamentally pedagogical level. Her first homework, learning about ‘community’, is connected to a performative task in the classroom in which she is required to ‘present’ on a the topic. The presentation will be assessed for her capacity to maintain eye-contact, speak clearly and confidently, not fidget, and to recall her wrote-learned lines. It is a task designed to prepare her for a life of meeting targets, metricised indexed performances and strict behavioural control over her own body. Beyond the fact that most academics would have a hard time doing well on those assessment criteria, and would certainly never expect it our students, it’s the first glimpse of the future. Even if this is foundational work, its emphasis and focus is a disturbing sign of things to come.

It was a long hard decision to choose a school for H, and it really was a privilege to have so many options to choose from. The density of population means Melbourne’s state schools come in all shapes and sizes. We ended up choosing a nice little school with a diverse mix of students, after being sold by the Principal’s ability to remember student names and actual smiles on teachers faces (don’t underestimate these as real performance indicators). Any principal who came across as an administrator was clear warning bell.

Growing up as a child of a teacher, a principal, the physical buildings of schools revealed a double life to me, and seeing those empty corridors and classrooms, getting to know teachers as people over the dinner table, watching my sibling become a primary school teacher and seeing the work both my parents put into improving the standards, environments and communities of the schools they worked in, I know of the tremendous potential that is grated and ground against the centralisation, standardisation, assessment based learning, continuous assessment practices, and so on.

The school requires much of the parent, calling on them to be involved in fundraising, attending events, and being part of the ‘life’ of their child’s school but there is a disconnect, dividing what the child does at the school and what it is the school does for the child in their learning, and the relationship between the parent and the child’s learning. We are not involved in the curriculum, aside from a monitoring role, our physical labour is appreciated but our involvement in the curriculum is not.

I always new that school was not the place H would ‘learn’, I know she can acquire all the skills and abilities of a ‘good’ student, but it’s not an environment that supports the individual in becoming a critical, capable, independent and collaborative learner. Primary school, it seems, is the place to become socialised, to acquire the rules and behaviours of an appropriate citizen, but I didn’t realise how much more panoptic the primary experience has become since I, and my parents went to school. Don’t believe me? Take a look at the enforcement of Victorian cursive writing, H will be conditioned by hours of repetitive tasks to turn her p’s into a runic elvish script. Home schooling is very much an option that is still on the table (I love seeing the look on teachers faces when I say that).

Yes, there are ways to manipulate the system and some teachers are very good at this, but most teachers are kept occupied in the short term, concerned with scores and tests and assessments, they are too busy operating the system to have the conversation about the system. There is also a tremendous amount of ego involved in teaching, so much of the teacher’s identity is produced through their environments, their classrooms, and now their assessments. Having constant power and control over the bodies of small people has important consequences, and it’s a lot like being a prison guard. None of this is intended as disrespectful, teaching (and being a prison guard) is a very difficult job, made worse by the complicated conditions and expectations of their professional lives, which ends up absorbing a great deal of their personal lives, like a pitcher plant, and so there is very little room left for the conversation about what education and learning is, and what it could be.

I’ll admit to being a fan of Ken Robinson, not because he has the answers (he doesn’t) or because he is mildly funny, but because he asks the right questions, and points to an industrialised model of education developed during the industrial revolution’s response to the Enlightenment principles of universal education that simply fails to live up to the potential of the child’s capacity to be creative, to produce knowledge in collaboration and to learn. He’s having a conversation, but who with? Us.

It seems we are having a conversation, of sorts, about religion in schools, that has dragged me back to using Facebook, so I will finish up this rant with a summary next time.


disturbing signs (#ranting) part 1

I need to say some things about the experience of a parent with a child attending school for the first time but in order to get to that some backstory is required.

I already have a blog where I can contribute, in a very small way, to the ‘conversation’ about ‘higher’ education. A conversation in ‘critical university studies’ where we use the metaphor of the zombie to step back from the edu-speak that dominantes – not run wildly down the street with paranoid proclamations of apocalypse – but to return to an imaginary conversation about the potential for universities to do more than research and churn degrees. It’s meant to remind and encourage debate and new conversations between ourselves and others about ourselves as academics and the university’s role in enlivening individuals, communities and institutions – public and otherwise – to spark conversation, learning and change at the local, national and global levels.

Sometimes ignorance is an important and strategic defence and this is often how innovation works: in competitive multiplayer games new players unaware of the language, responses, limitations and tactics of the established way of doing things, can inject innovation and create new playing styles and strategies by experimenting and exploring, and through a cloud of ignorance produce creativity – and if they can tolerate being dubbed as ‘noobs’ – new ways of doing things emerge. The majority are of course indoctrinated into the appropriate social behavioursalong the way, but part of the original unbounded creativity comes along with it.

One of the ways I use ignorance deliberately in my job (I’m still new in my current role, so I can get away with it) is to ignore acronyms. Australian higher ed policy speak is plagued with acronyms and this has been noted elsewhere. Even if I do have a rough idea of what you are talking about (and I can fake it) there is a peverse pleasure in an acronym filled meeting to lean across to a bored-looking colleague and ask, just a little too loudly, what an EEFT or ATAR is. I’m saying I am here to work with you, but we are not on the same page and we don’t have the same frame of reference when it comes to being part of the conversation.

Perhaps it’s read as naiveté ( and that’s when I say ‘Boom Headshot‘) but I really couldn’t give a tinkers cuss about entrance scores, completion rates, student and staff surveys, accreditation’s and reviews. A Media and Communications degree that’s making students write essays – when and where are you calling from? I was writing grading rubrics before it was a thing, because I thought it was the only fair way to assess student’s on an equal footing but throw in some committee-agreed on graduate attributes, learning objectives and some skills/competencies evaluations and suddenly I see why a pass/fail system works.

Sincerely I love all you guys having the current conversation, especially the ones trying to administer and advocate change, and I really appreciate what you are up to but the hard work you putting into the conversation is widening the division between what academics do and what universities do, and what we should be doing.

Any time you see a university hire a consultancy (effectively attempting to reprogram administrative and managerial staff having long defeated its academics through workload models etc) and recommend that we go LIVE, CONNECT or EMBOLDEN (yeah I made that last one up … see why I don’t make the big $$$) feign ignorance – ask what it means – make them explain and still say “I don’t get it” even when you do. Academics rarely acknowledge their own ignorances, fearing them as an anathema to their status as ‘experts’.

Next time your university updates it’s online environment ask them why and what it does, ask everyone and anyone and don’t let the boundaries of the conversation stop you from experimenting, breaking it or ignoring it if it doesn’t suit you, your students and the way either of you learn, produce knowledge and communicate.

Standardised assessments, tests, polls, exams and quizes? Burn them, burn them with fire (the tests that is) and let them call you the heretic. You don’t need them, it’s ‘make work‘ and you are tying the chains around your own feet (and theirs).

Next time a tele-marketer calls you ask them what the weather is like, how their day has been, just do anything to change the conversation, let their creativity and not their script speak.

Ok rant over I will save – the actual stuff I wanted to talk about for the next post.


a gentle sigh of relief

when the inbox reverts from the avalanche of student emails around assessment time back to the usual flow of spam and mailing list filler…before the shit tonne of marking begins (that’s not quite a metric tonne). 


Opening the door or opening the window?

In light of this open admission from the Harvard Faculty Advisor Committee “Major Periodical Subscriptions Cannot Be Sustained” I was intrigued by this from Taylor and Francis in the inbox this morning. 


Rule #32: enjoy the little things

I got to spend a lot more time with H when she was X’s age, and I often feel like I missed out a little getting my first teaching intensive contract just as X was born and between the sleep deprivation and the workload I don’t have the depth of memories of X that I do of H at that really early age.

With X enrolled in the campus daycare, we now catch the tram to ‘Deakin’ together in the morning and it’s a wonderful a chance for us to have an experience together a least a couple of times a week, outside of play and the ordinary interactions. Going somewhere together, even if it is only to the workplace, especially on foot and at this age, transforms the mundane into an adventure.

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isn’ts

any news service that requires me to login isn’t.

any new book that doesn’t have an e-version isn’t.

any survey that requiring more than 3.5 minutes of my time isn’t.

any teacher/course/subject evaluation isn’t.

any administration software that requires me to look up another separate system to find a manual to perform a simple task isn’t.

Almost, any sentence in this post, isn’t.


it’s official

The keys to the new office, I’m told, are ready to pick up, and although the new contract doesn’t officially start until next week and I am already neck deep in learning all the various systems of student, class and online content management – only an Australian university would have an administration system with the acronym BRUCE.

The experience of becoming of the manager that is the lot of the academic lecturer, is an unsettling one, competing with the attention needed to actually, well teach. I dream already of handing over these tasks to a steely-eyed admin assistant more willing and capable of dealing with the everyday toil that accompanies the grand act of calling out for everyone to listen to me for a bit and maybe you’ll learn a thing or two, otherwise known as the lecture ( yet another undead technology).

The penance then for daring to teach is the grind of administration, the oiling of the bureaucracy, but I’ve a long abandoned raid-geared level 80 human Mage cooling his heels in the seedy wizard’s pub,The Slaughtered Lamb, in Stormwind with dreams of retiring to the Westland, so I know all about the ‘grind’ and it’s rewards. academia is the nerdiest of all MMO’s.


you know you want to

First watch this fantastic Battlestar Gallactica fan vid.

Now you know how I feel about Ashes to Ashes.

In a world where watching a new Doctor Who episode is a rare and wonderful thing in itself, it is nice to stumble across a series that captivates and seizes your attention so fully that it invades almost every other thought in your day.

I was very impressed with the first series Life on Mars from creators Matthew Graham, Tony Jordan and Ashley Pharoah and equally unimpressed by the dreadful US remake of the first series by David E. Kelly that was mercifully canned. It was John Simm who pulled me in, but I stayed for Philip Glenister and the music.

I’d heard rumours of a new series, but promptly got on with life until I found Ashes to Ashes via the ABC’s ivew app this week while searching for an episode of Pepper Pig for X.

I’d love nothing better than to ‘occupy’ the couch for a week and watch both series back to back and get through the two seasons of Ashes to Ashes I’ve yet to watch. Still, thanks to Grooveshark, I can go back to the 80s and live these songs that were the wallpaper of my childhood, and imagine the stories I’d write if fan fiction was something I could get paid to do.

 


I just might renew my subscription…

Atomic MPC is an Australian PC/Games/Technical mag, which I subscribed to for many years. I have the first issue, but I stopped buying magazines after the last house move as I have a terrible time a) throwing/recycling magazines b) moving my boxes of mag collections from place to place. This article on casual homophobia in games communities reminded me just how important good games journalism is to bringing about change within the industry and gamer cultures. This is what good games journalism looks like.


This Goes With This #2

This analysis of Reddit goes with this


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