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Different from us...

The world changes so quickly, they say.  The minute you get one device, a new one has been invented to replace it.  In class this week we talked extensively about "necessity being the mother of inventions" and my students created (on papar) their own inventions based on a real-life problem either in the school, community, state, country, world or universe.


Their ideas were wondrous.  Their enthusiasm contagious.  Their hope and expectations for a better world~~admirable.
So it goes.  The inventions of the world have brought us to where we are today.  They touch us in so many ways. They protect us, they engage us, and they offer a chance for us to unite in ways unheard of when my life started.  The far-reaching implications of the many inventions of the world often baffle our minds and for some produce anxiety.


Kids today are used to the ever-changing world.  They thrive on the change that lies before them. They thrill at the prospect of something new each day. Many people say education has taken a bad turn and kids are not doing as well as they should.  Maybe, just maybe we are not speaking to them in way that they hear us.  Maybe, just maybe we can find the spark that ignites their passions by looking at the world in which they live.  Their world is unlike ours in so many ways even though they walk the same ground.  It's their perception that guides them, as does ours. We are more experienced and we have brought them the world in which they find themselves.  It is through our ingenuity and curiosity that they have the technology of today.  They know nothing else.  


The inventions they came up with ranged from curing world hunger and pollution to having a wall act as a screen-saver to save on paint to an anti-bullying backpack. 


Real problems.


Real thoughts.


Real kids.


They want a beautiful, stress-free world too. 


Maybe they aren't so different from us after all. 


Mr. Casten
March 4, 2011
Copyrighted material of Michael C. Casten

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