
In my first go around with getting a Master’s Degree a generation ago (the one I didn’t finish), one of the courses exposed me to Teaching as Subversive Activity by Neil Postman and Charles Weingartner. (It's still in print - go to Amazon ) Of course, being a young buck full of idealism, the title was provocative – in the best sense. Teaching was an agent for change – at least that’s how I was taking it. One idea they championed was teaching as inquiry. As one who grew up in the ‘60s, that was appealing, indeed. The work we would do with our students, and teaching as a vehicle, could move them, individually and collectively, to places that society, as it was, might not.
Another of the ideas that Postman and Weingartner put forth in their writing was that of the thermostatic view of education. In essence, this view (written in the 1960’s) means that (school) education should balance the biases of the electronic information environment that surrounded the students. In essence, this view put forth the proposition that it was the job of good education to act like a thermostat – if it was hot, cool it down. If it was cool, warm it up . . . the “it” (in my selective memory) was the atmosphere or ethos that current (educational and societal) culture, as a whole, proffered. In this view, it was education’s job to act as a counter-balance to society’s pressures.
Keep your mind and eye open, question and probe. Look beyond (or behind) the “what is” (being presented). Look underneath. Find the truth.
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Of course, I viewed this as a way for us to break out of (educational) tradition and move “forward” into exciting new ground.
A generation later, after spending my career in education, with the explosion of possibilities that technology has brought us, offers, and promises, I find that I don’t feel quite like that newly minted teacher back in the ‘70s. In fact, sometimes I even feel a bit conservative (even though there is a bit of guilt in that admission).
At times, the flood of possibility and new fangled ways makes me want to say “Whoa!” Hold on minute! Sometimes the “how” technology affords us to explore seems to skip the “why”.
Am I being resistant to change because I am an old dog . . . . or have the les

Despite the new reality . . . or because of it.
Plus ça changes, plus ça même choses?
I wonder what Postman and Weingartner would say today.