I really have no idea what I’m doing. Blogging? Like, writing things and posting them for the world to find? Seems a bit egocentric to me. Why would anyone care to know what I think? What would happen if I did something inappropriate without knowing or write something that offends someone? Worse, what if I do the unthinkable and *shudder* make a grammatical or spelling error?
I started course work for a Master’s of Education in Curriculum and Instruction last fall. The first class was difficult for me. Granted, it happened during a time of great emotional stress with the sudden loss of my mom and while trying to teach and coach and be a wife and mother. All things aside, it was a huge learning curve and I felt like a fish out of water. I just kept imagining the scene in Grey’s Anatomy where George asks “Who feels like they have no idea what they’re doing?” and the interns all raise their hands. That was me in ED 800.
It’s a standing joke with my colleagues that if it involves a new technology or a new program or software, I will likely be uttering curse words at my device within minutes. This lack of “technology gene” has caused me more than a few headaches. Using and learning new technology does not seem to come easily.
Change is also hard for me – I am definitely a creature of habit. Although I am extremely adaptable with some things (ie.e switching a lesson in mid-stream, jumping on a teachable moment in the classroom, working out a problem area with my athletes), I find sudden change to be a trigger. As with all new things, I am apprehensive, nervous, anxious, and overwhelmed.
I was happy to get into an online class for winter semester. I hate winter road conditions so the opportunity to save myself two and a half hours of driving to attend class and the ability to login and attend through technology from anywhere with a computer was very appealing. I am excited to learn and gain more knowledge about Digital Citizenship and Media Literacy in EC&I 832, but I have a feeling I’m going to have a few more of those moments like the interns had on Grey’s because I feel like an absolute ancient relic when I am faced with technology.
My favourite medium is pen and paper, not the unforgiving, glowing screens I am forced to use in my daily life. Indeed, I feel I spend too much time being a screen zombie and not enough time doing things that I love. Writing. Reading. Doing puzzles. Laughing.
Maybe this is an opportunity to combine two worlds. Perhaps my love of learning and writing will overcome my apprehension of technology and technology and I can live together in peace and harmony. Maybe. But I’ll probably need a little help to get there.