(Another fictional take on education that I’m still pretty happy with… DLF 2-20-20)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It’s fiction time again. In case you hadn’t heard, the Gates Foundation is one of the investors in experimental bio-metric bracelets<\/a> that would measure student engagement and attentiveness through electrical signals in their skin. As Dave Barry would say, <\/em>I am not making this up.<\/em>They have insisted that it would not be used to measure teacher effectiveness, but even aside from that issue, I have some problems with such a system– and some doubts. Rather than write a more factual blog post, however, I decided to have some fun. Enjoy.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The Tell Tale Wrists<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n by David Lee Finkle<\/p>\n\n\n\n The students fiddled with their wrists. Or, rather, they fiddled with the shiny metallic bracelets around their wrists. They were a little too tight. But they had to be a little too tight\u2014it meant they were tight enough to work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Dessler watched them, wondering what kind of data they\u2019d get if they\u2019d put a bracelet on him right now. Elevated heart rate? Increased pace of respiration? Could the bracelet sense sweat, or different varieties of sweat? Could it sense the difference between an honest, clean exertion sweat from after a run or workout and the tense secretions emitted by a body under stress that smelled vaguely like cologne gone bad or cat pee? If the bracelet could distinguish sweat from sweat, then his was less clean and more cat pee at this point, all powered by cortisol and shallow breathing and increased heart rate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The bell rang and he waited for the students to stop their mindless chatter to settle in for the \u201cbell-ringer\u201d\u2014the activity designed to begin class in an orderly fashion and engage students with learning from the very first. Except that they didn\u2019t look engaged. Well, not in the bell-ringer anyway. They continued talking. Not all of them even had their notebooks out, and those who did, didn\u2019t have them opened to their bell-ringer paper. And not all of those who had their papers out had a pen or pencil out. And not all those with a pen or pencil out were actually writing the bell-ringer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Actually, only one student was doing that. Stuart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stuart sat, bolt upright, his notebook and pen out. His straight dark hair fell down his forehead, almost resting on his round wire-frame glasses. He squinted a little, narrowing his eyes in concentration as he copied down the bell-ringer, which asked students to correct a short passage with an inconsistent point of view.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He, at least, was engaged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Dessler looked at the rest of the class. Nobody else was. But he needed to handle this carefully. He needed to engage them, not coerce them. The engagement was being measured. He mustn\u2019t yell or do anything that would upset the delicate balance of their biometric readings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey\u2014everybody! Some of you don\u2019t have your notebooks out yet, and I\u2019m sure that\u2019s because it\u2019s still the morning, and even though it\u2019s actually almost lunch time, you\u2019re not awake yet. And even though we\u2019ve had the same procedure in place for one hundred and seventeen school days so far, I know it\u2019s easy to forget that you should turn to your bell-ringer page and get started when the bell rings. So this is just a friendly reminder! Same goes for those of you with notebooks out but who aren\u2019t on the right page and-or don\u2019t have a writing utensil out.\u201d He tried to sound very chipper and upbeat, maybe just a little humorous, without being sarcastic. Sarcasm was bad. It sent out brainwaves from that \u201clizard\u201d part of your brain, and that would affect the students\u2019 readings. He raised and lowered his eyebrows, used exaggerated, showman like gestures to point to the screen where the bell ringer was projected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The students didn\u2019t seem all that engaged. Mr. Dessler\u2019s own heart rate increased even more. His palms were sweating. Should he go around and talk to students one on one? It was impossible not to engage them then! But then it was only engagement for one student at a time. No, the whole group\u2019s average engagement was what mattered, not the individual students. He needed to remember that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He decided to walk up and down the rows, encouraging them individually, but very briefly. He needed them to get the bell-ringer done, because even if that wasn\u2019t engaging, certainly the main lesson would be. He hoped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Dessler glanced around. Nearly everybody had a notebook out now and was working. That was a step in the right direction! He looked at their bracelets. They weren\u2019t fiddling with them anymore now that they were working. What signals were the bracelets sending out right now? The students were working, but were they sending out engaged vibes to the tiny, hyper-sensitive sensors on their wrists? What were the students thinking about his point of view bell-ringer?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suzie wrote down the stupid bell-ringer, hoping to get it over with. But she kept darting eyes back up the row next her\u2014back to where Jack sat. He was tall and tan, athletic, with dark hair and blue eyes. And those dark lashes. And those lips, full and sensual, but not at all feminine. Oh, man, she wanted to kiss those lips. He was so hot! She felt her pulse quicken. He looked up from his notebook and she turned her attention back to the bell-ringer, her face flushing. She looked back again, just a quick glance. He didn\u2019t seem to have noticed her staring. Did he ever stare at her? Did he know she was even there in class with him? Maybe she should try to talk to him in the hall after class, but they had never talked. What would she say? She knew what she wanted to ask him. Do you ever notice me?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Jack wrote down the exercise, not worrying about corrections; in fact, he was hardly reading the bell-ringer. He was thinking about the game yesterday. He should have made that basket. Why hadn\u2019t he made the basket? Should he have stopped dribbling closer to the basket for a shorter throw? Should have stopped farther back for a better vantage point, a better view? As it was, he\u2019d been forced to stop where he did, and the basketball had flown through the air, had looked like it was going to sail through the basket. It had looked like the game was going to be theirs. But it had hit the rim, rolled around it, circling three times\u2026 and then teetering on the edge of the metal circle. In or out? In or out? In or out? Out. Jeez, that sucked. They lost the game thanks to him. Wait\u2014had he just written the same sentence twice? He glanced up at the board to check and noticed that blond girl up front blush and turn away. What a weirdo. You know<\/em>, he thought, I need to play games where losing isn\u2019t so\u2026 public. Maybe I\u2019ll start going over to Gavin\u2019s again. He\u2019s got an awesome system. Dang it, I wrote the same sentence a third time.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/em>Randy looked forward and noticed Suzie staring back at Jack and then pretending not to. Why did the girls always go for the sports guys? Jack didn\u2019t even notice her. He was probably replaying that bad play from last night\u2019s game in his head again. Of course, maybe after last night\u2019s game, after Jack\u2019s major screw-up, maybe she\u2019d lose interest in him. But no, she was staring at him again. Hey, Suzie, look back here! We could stare at each other!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Dessler\u2019s little egg-timer bell dinged. \u201cAll right! Times up! Who\u2019d like to come up and make corrections! You get to write on the board with the dry erase markers! I knoooow you like that!\u201d He was trying to be as entertaining as possible\u2014stand-up comedian with authority. And they really did like writing on the board\u2014just not when it was for academic reasons. No one raised a hand. Maybe he should start offering candy. But no\u2014apparently the bracelets could detect spikes in blood sugar. \u201cAnyone? Come on! Well, okay\u2014I\u2019ll correct it with your help! Why don\u2019t you\u2026 I know! Why don\u2019t you exchange papers with someone near you and correct your partner\u2019s paper? Come on! Let\u2019s go!\u201d He walked around, encouraging the exchange of papers. Students groaned, but obeyed, and a great many of them tried to resume their conversations from before the start of class. \u201cNow quiet down! We don\u2019t have time to waste! This is going to be fun!\u201d he announced. Was it going to be fun? Was he even having fun at this point? No matter. He would make<\/em> it fun. He could make punctuation, grammar and point of view as engaging as a video game. He had to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gavin handed his paper over to Jack, who said, \u201cGavin, how \u2018bout I come over after school to play on that Game Station of yours? Your TV screen is so awesome\u2014it\u2019s huge!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gavin stared at Jack coldly. Jack used to come over all the time for gaming\u2014until he\u2019d landed his spot on the basketball team. Then he\u2019d been too cool for Gavin and his pasty friends. \u201cWant a game you can play that won\u2019t get you booed by people in the stands?\u201d Gavin had heard about Jack losing the game the previous night. He almost wished he\u2019d been there to see it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But he hadn\u2019t. He\u2019d been home playing Munchkin Wars 7.7<\/em>. His mind drifted back to last night\u2019s game\u2014his not Jack\u2019s, and he didn\u2019t even hear Jack say, \u201cYou suck, man.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gavin needed to find a way to get his Munchkin past the spider-zombie hoards in the Archipelago of Arachnids. His Life and Health were low, and he was running low on Munitions. He needed a way back out, temporarily, to get the supplies he needed at the Ye Olde Foreste Malle, but he\u2019d used up all his Trick-Travel-Portals as well\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n A new voice broke into his thoughts. Mr. Dessler was blabbing again. \u201cAnd why is it important to have a consistent point of view in your story?\u201d he was asking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gavin glanced back at Jack\u2019s paper. He\u2019d written the same sentence, the first one in the exercise, three times. Moron. Of course\u2014Jack\u2019s character had had plenty of Health, Life, Munitions and Portals last time they\u2019d played. If Jack came back into the game, he could get him to portal into the islands, steal his supplies, and throw him to the spider-zombies. He\u2019d be sure to get to the next level in no time\u2026 Of course, Jack must never suspect anything. Gavin turned to him. \u201cDude, I\u2019m sorry. That was a mean dig about last night\u2019s game. Do you want to come over after school and dig Marvin Munchkin out of his slumber box? You could rejoin the game. Really.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jack looked up suspiciously. \u201cI don\u2019t know\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gavin handed him back his paper. \u201cI redid today\u2019s work for you. You\u2019d written the same sentence over three times. Now it\u2019s all correct.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThanks, Gavin! Hey, I\u2019ll see you after school.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Dessler was pleased. The students all seemed engaged in discussing and correcting their work on the bell-ringer. They hadn\u2019t really joined in the all-class discussion much, but maybe this was better. This next transition was crucial. He needed to be sure they were engaged. He jumped up on his desk at the front of the class, carefully avoided treading on his laptop, and shouted, \u201cNow it\u2019s time to get back into our story\u2014\u2018The Dangling Modifier\u2019!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCome on\u2014get it out. Remember yesterday\u2014it\u2019s the fantasy story about the wizard. He goes around changing things people want changed in their lives to make money.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stuart raised his hand, pushing his glasses up his nose. \u201cIsn\u2019t that sentence, itself, a dangling modifier?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cActually\u2014I think it\u2019s just misplaced,\u201d said Paisley, the girl with the lacy medieval-looking top who sat up front and was forever writing in her leather bound journal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Dessler didn\u2019t have time for this debate. \u201cWe don\u2019t have time for this debate,\u201d he said. \u201cIt\u2019s not part of our Learning Target for today.\u201d He pointed at the board, where he had written Identify, discuss, and analyze the use of point of view in fiction<\/em> under a large hunter\u2019s target sign which read TODAY\u2019S LEARNING TARGET<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He continued. \u201cAs we left off yesterday\u2014the wizard, Vari, met another wizard, Rob, who stole his magical staff. Rob grabbed the staff from him near the edge of the Crazy Cliffs and then pushed Vari over the edge. Having pushed Vari over the edge, the staff belonged to Rob now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNow that\u2019s<\/em> a dangling modifier,\u201d said Paisley, looking up from her leather notebook. \u201cIt sounds like the staff is doing the pushing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNOT part of our target!!\u201d Mr. Dessler said, hyper-cheerfully, pointing decisively at the target poster again. He idly wondered if the bracelets could sense whether engagement was focused on the learning target or not, but then went back to reading the story. It turned out that although Rob felt he had triumphed, Vari was hanging from a thin vine on the underside of an overhang. He struggled to climb upward before the vine broke\u2026 How can they not be engaged in this?<\/em> Mr. Dessler thought. I bet those bracelets are giving off all kinds of engaged data-bits!<\/em> But then he noticed Paisley. She wasn\u2019t reading along. Why?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Paisley was so sick of that stupid Learning Target poster, she wished she could bring in her medieval crossbow and shoot a few dozen arrows into it and rip it to shreds. She knew about modifiers, and if he was going to shoot her down for knowing stuff, she\u2019d just tune him out. Besides, she\u2019d finished the story within ten minutes of him handing it out two days ago. They were \u201cclose-reading\u201d it, looking for all the evidence of the importance of point of view. She got point of view. Of course, did anyone notice, or did Dessler encourage them to notice, the fact that the whole story was a freaking play on words? That as the wizard who transformed objects hung from the cliff, he was<\/em> a dangling modifier? Did Dessler himself even get that? She flipped open her leather notebook and began rewriting one of her sonnets with her calligraphy pens, using her favorite font, A Gothique Time<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suddenly, a large pointer finger was on her desk, pointing at the workbook pages on which the story appeared. Dessler. He picked up the pages, turned to the proper place in the story, which made him stop reading aloud briefly, and then slammed the story over her leather notebook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the time it took for him to get her back on task, several people had started to talk again. \u201cQuiet down, please! Follow along!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Paisley hated this freaking class. As soon as Dessler was halfway across the room, she started writing in her poetry book again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The students were starting to slip away, Dessler realized. They were glancing around the room again. The bracelets were going to start sending \u201cdisengaged data\u201d out to the observer. He needed to do something, anything to get them back on task!<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHey\u2014let\u2019s role play!\u201d he yelled, suddenly stopping midsentence in the story and snapping the whole class to attention. Enthusiastic yelling\u2014that nearly always engaged everyone, at least for a few seconds. \u201cI need a couple of volunteers!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one volunteered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExtra credit!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few hands went up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay, you Suzie, and you Randy!\u201d Suzie and Randy came up to the front of the room. Suzie, who was usually outgoing, suddenly seemed reticent and awkward. And Randy, now that he was up here, seemed to regret his decision. \u201cOkay\u2014Suzie, you play Rob. You stand up on my desk! And Jack, you\u2019ll be Vari. So you\u2019ll get over here on the side of my desk and act like you\u2019re hanging from a cliff. This broom will be the wizard\u2019s staff!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n They assumed the positions he indicated. Now the class was sitting up and taking notice. Good! They were engaged. Stuart, his ideal student, was sitting up straight and attentive as always. Stuart was so dependable. But that\u2019s not what made Mr. Dessler that happiest\u2014it was some of the other students in the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suzie, standing up on the table, now seemed to be having the time of her life, giggling and laughing and twisting her hair around her finger. Jack was clowning it up as he played his part, as if trying to really show off what a good sport he was. Randy, over there in the corner, never seemed to pay attention, but now he seemed engaged beyond belief! He was sitting straight up, leaning forward, all focus and attention. And Quincy, over by door\u2014he was usually zoned out, but he seemed very, very engaged, looking at the role-playing wizards intently, even hungrily, as if he couldn\u2019t wait to see how the story played out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stuart sat upright, as he\u2019d been trained to do by his parents (Always look like you\u2019re interested!) staring at the ridiculous spectacle in front of him. Suzie and Jack as wizards arguing over a broom? It was beyond ludicrous. And Jack couldn\u2019t even dangle, not from a teacher\u2019s desk\u2014he had his legs splayed out behind him and looked utterly buffoonish. All Stuart wanted to know was how watching this stupid production would affect his grade. All these attempts to entertain him were a waste of his time. He wanted this nonsense to be over to he could finish the assignment and get another A.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Suzie had never been so close to Jack. She giggled and flirted and tried her best to show off for him. Maybe he\u2019d finally notice her! She looked down at him as he hung from the edge of the desk, his blue eyes squinting with laughter, making his lashes look even darker and more beautiful. Now they would have something to talk about\u2014starring together in this skit! Now she would be able to talk to him on the way to lunch!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jack was getting laughs. The longer he stretched out his body away from the desk, the louder he screamed in \u201cterror\u201d of falling to his death the more the class loved it. What was this story about? Who cared? Last night\u2019s missed basket was now a distant memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gavin stared at Jack, realizing what an idiot he was. He began to plot exactly how would steal Jack\u2019s powers, and leave him to be devoured by zombie-spiders. He smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Quincy stared toward the front of the room where the story was being played out, his focus intense, seeing right past the actors in this wizard\u2019s drama\u2014to the clock. It was almost time for lunch. He was so hungry. His mom was swinging by with some Boo-Boo Burger at the parent pickup loop which just happened to be on the way to the cafeteria. He couldn\u2019t wait to get his hands on that triple bacon deluxe cheddar burger. He stared even harder at the clock\u2014willing the hands to move faster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Randy had never seen a more gorgeous sight. He leaned forward, taking it in. Suzie was up on the desk, her every curve on display like never before. She was talking to the broom she was holding for some reason, reading from the workbook pages. What was that about? It didn\u2019t matter. She could talk to a vacuum cleaner or a Swiffer for all he cared. As long as she kept swaying her hips like that. Now she was bending over, pretending to argue with Randy. What a view! Man, I should have volunteered!<\/em> he thought. What a view I\u2019d have then<\/em>! He leaned forward further, hoping to hide just how engaged he had become.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Dessler relaxed. They finished reading the story, Suzie and Jack took a bow, and everyone applauded enthusiastically\u2014especially Randy, he noticed. They were so very engaged in his class! The data from the bracelets would show it!<\/p>\n\n\n\n But could he do it again tomorrow?<\/p>\n\n\n\n He realized that he\u2019d better focus on their Learning Target again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy is the point of view important here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stuart raised his hand. \u201cBecause of the third person omniscient point of view, as readers, we are aware of the dramatic irony, that Rob doesn\u2019t realize Vari is still alive. Sometimes in life, we aren\u2019t aware of what\u2019s really going on, and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStick with the text, Stuart! We\u2019re staying in the four corners of the text!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stuart slouched for just a moment, remembered himself an sat up. And then he glowered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In a dark room behind the principal\u2019s office, Gabe Garceau looked up from this computer screen to Ms. Blake, the principal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo tell me Mr. Garceau,\u201d the principal said, watching the data flow in from the screen. \u201cHow is Mr. Dessler doing at engaging the students?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOverall, great. The data readings are still coming in, but we have some very engaged students. Quincy\u2019s bracelet is pinging nicely\u2014he\u2019s very, very intensely interested in the lesson. Paisley\u2019s brain seems to be working very hard. Same with Jack and Suzie and Gavin. Randy is engaged off the chart\u2014just completely into what they\u2019re doing in there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnyone unengaged?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat kid Stuart. He\u2019s practically brain dead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOdd,\u201d said the principal. \u201cHe\u2019s got the highest GPA in the school.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell\u2014he\u2019s not engaged.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut everyone else is?\u201d asked the principal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEveryone in that class is totally engaged with what\u2019s going on in class. He\u2019s got them hooked<\/em>.\u201d Before, she could tell if students looked<\/em> engaged in a class. Now she would know for sure if they really were<\/em> engaged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The data never lied. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" (Another fictional take on education that I’m still pretty happy with… DLF 2-20-20) It’s fiction time again. In case you hadn’t heard, the Gates Foundation is one of the investors in experimental bio-metric bracelets that would measure student engagement and attentiveness through electrical signals in their skin. 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Mrs. Blake looked at the video feed coming from the room and made the decision to buy bracelets for every student, and cameras for every room. With video feeds and with data rolling in from bracelets all over the school, she would be practically\u2026 omniscient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n