Fun on the Stairs

I’ve seen this video a couple of times, really enjoy it and think it means something for education design.

What I find interesting about this are the following points:

  • Take a mundane experience, and apply some creative thinking to make it new and fun.  As we think about designing learning experiences, can we take something that has become run-of-the-mill (boring) and reinvigorate it with this kind of thinking?  For example, mundane experiences in learning might be getting a reading list, or access to a list of other program participants, reading bios of faculty, traveling to a classroom-based event.  Could we connect the reading list to a mystery, or some kind of challenge?  Could we have participants comment on each others’ and faculty profiles?  Could we use the traveling time as an opportunity for participants to gather data?
  • Question the conveniences we have put in place that allow us to be lazy, and offer a fun alternative that puts us back in the driver’s seat.   From a learning standpoint, and examining my own ‘lazy’ behavior, I’d say we have an opportunity to arrest the convenience of classroom-only delivery models, and apply greater discipline to how we can support learning over a natural span of time and contexts.  It’s entirely UNnatural to think that the unconscious incompetence to conscious competence (and behavior shift) can be accomplished inside of a classroom-only event.

Be brave, fellow educators!  Let’s find the way to turn the staircases of our designs into unusual and enjoyable experiences.

Related articles:  Purposeful Fun (elearnmag.org); Learning Spaces (e-book, Educause)

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Street cricket

I had some time between checking out of the hotel and getting a car to the airport, and set off to wander towards the coast (Back Bay, as I believe it is called).  The streets do not go directly in that direction, so there was a lot of winding back and forth.  You learn that walking in the street is often the best thing to do, as vendors, dwellers and uncovered drain basins make the sidewalk a maze, and slightly dangerous.

I’ve the definite feeling of being a stranger in a strange land (thank you, Leon Russell).  People stare at me – taller than everyone, white, wearing strange clothes.  I smile when I feel it’s safe and kids, young boys to be clear, try out their English on me:  “Hallo!!!”

Down one street there was a quieter lane to the right, with trees and fewer people walking.  I took it, and as I went down that road I came upon a local garden (the Sagar Upvan Garden).  It was closed until 4:30.  What to do?

Just as I was considering my options some boys waved and said hello.  There was a pack of them – the street was a dead end, and they were using it as a cricket field.   Or pitch.  Or whatever you call it.  Let’s see; kids playing ball, me with time on my hands.

That was the first time I’ve ever ‘bowled’ – I got it past the kid with the bat, and all the kids cheered.  They crowded around me asking me where I was from.  Not a one of them guessed the US.  It was England, Australia, Brazil (???), Portugal (???), and on and on.  Nothing more energetic than a group of kids out of school!  We talked for a while, and then Allison called – so I put them all in a bunch and gave them the signal to yell ‘Hello!” to Allison.  It was a hoot.  They said they were dancers, so I took some pics of their ‘moves’ – and they all crowded around to get a glimpse of the photos, and of course make fun of each other.

My impromptu team

I said goodbye to them, and they all yelled goodbye, smiling and waving.  I made my way to the now open gates of the garden, and then heard a chorus from behind me:  “I love you!!”

“I love you too!!”

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Spot the livestock

I’ve recently arrived in Ahmedabad, India for a work assignment.  This has been something I have looked forward to (and hoped to do) for some time.  I have never been to India, so this is all new.  Newness challenges us, as you know, to see thing differently – or, I believe, in worse cases, to close ourselves up and harden our imported points of view and beliefs and see them only as stark contrasts as compared with what we encounter abroad.

At this point in my life, I am determined to see what’s new for me with open (okay let’s say it, *fresh*) eyes.  With closed eyes would just result in bruises, right?

Speaking of bruises.  I almost hurt myself laughing on my first morning commute to the Duke CE office in Ahmedabad, on the campus of the Indian Institute of Management.  My driver, whose name I unfortunately can’t spell and can only barely pronounce, welcomed me into the Suzuki sedan from the Royal Orchid hotel, and away we went.

Into the melee.

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