5. What is the value of a teacher in the
Google age?
Knowledge Curriculum
Values
Right and wrong
Passion
Turning consumers into creators
Resilient independent learners
Critical evaluation
Image credit
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrtnk/394118994/
6. Young people who do not have access to
the internet at home or in schools — and
who lack the support that comes from
parents or teachers equipped with strong
digital skills — will not develop the
necessary social, learning and technical
skill sets for success in a wired global
economy.
The State of the World’s Children 2011, UNICEF
Thanks to John Connell
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‘The videos you see are delightful, but they’re nothing like the
reality of being weightless.’
Chris Hadfield, quoted here.
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“Nothing is more fatal to the progress of the
human mind than to presume that our views of
science are ultimate, that our triumphs are
complete, that there are no mysteries in nature,
and that there are no new worlds to conquer.”
Humphrey Davy, quoted by Prof Brian Cox
Me. What I want to be doing, What I usually end up doing these days as SLT but still firmly in the classroom and grappling with curriculum changes and budget constraints.
Image od Sugatra Mitra – put computers in poor areas of the developing world and found that children can teach themselves, so why do we need teachers? Our role needs to evolve
http://www.unicef.org/sowc2011/index.php
Talked about the potential for Digital Leaders running community and parent sessions, also the security of WiFi around the schhol.
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The cloud thinned ahead of them to reveal a flat section of ice and rock on which a lone four-by-four and a couple of snowmobiles were parked. Dúddi eased his superjeep next to the other vehicle. A man and a woman were sitting inside staring upwards into the mist. The team got out of the jeep. It sounded as if an angry monster was thrashing about just out of sight in the clouds. It was cold; the wind was biting. Everyone zipped themselves up in their snow jackets and they walked as a group towards the bottom of a pile of rubble; Erika was very grateful for the coat Dúddi had borrowed for her from his sister. Despite the wind, she could smell sulphur in the air. Then the curtain lifted. Erika looked up and saw the most astounding sight of her life. About three hundred yards ahead the monster was revealed: a churning mass of orange and red fire, spitting, exploding, pouring up into the air with a steady rhythmic crash. It had eaten out the top of a small dome, creating a bubbling bowl of magma, over the rim of which a dribble of super-hot lava spilled, an orange river burning its way through the ice of the glacier down to the side. Steam spewed out of the cauldron, and from fissures in the ridge all around them where smaller fires of stone burned