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Institute on Inclusive Teaching: Quick Notes
[Related blogposts: 2014 Reflections on the Institute on Inclusive Teaching; There’s a Place for Us; EdContexts full version] [Image description: Words: Restorative Justice, Dignity of Risk, Structural Poverty, Traumatizing Awareness, Food Shock] Last year, it took me a couple of weeks to distill my thoughts into a blogpost. The above image captures some of the ideas I’m mulling over. Structural Poverty. We meet again Through veiled window glass frosted by body heat Rain pelted outside and within Wetting my white linen and polka-dotted leggings My guilt and helplessness remained What…
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There’s a Place for Us
[I revised this piece quite a bit and it is published at EdContexts: http://edcontexts.org/diversity/theres-a-place-for-us/]In late 1999, I relocated to the USA and have had much adventure navigating cross-cultural zones of change. As a Singaporean Chinese, I am often perceived as someone from the Republic of China, which is not a problem or a bad thing at all. It is when I am expected to exhibit behaviors that go along with that misperception that things get awkward and challenging. What follows are little snippets of the faux pas some people have committed…
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3 More Myths about Instructional Designers
[Draft 1: April 6, 12:38am; Updated: April 6, 9:45am] In the past, I’ve written about the myths and mischaracterization of instructional designers (ID). I realize that such perceptions (or misperceptions) exist across many fields and disciplines, but I think I found more to add to my growing list of misperceptions about IDs as I work in the field. This post seeks to increase understanding about IDs and filter more silt from the muddy waters. [FYI, I’m not going to tread on contentious turf about learning designer vs. instructional designer. Joshua Kim…
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Hodge Podge of Thoughts on Inclusive Teaching Institute
I thought of you In the land of plenty Disconnected from the rest of Richmond city Riding in a car Someone pointed out “This school‘s roof leaked. The ceiling tile hit a child!” What went through the minds of young students To be broken up and bused to different strange schools? Further the car took me To another school sited next to the city jail Hope sits adjacent to despair City planning gone awry Or a deliberate act of marginalization In the four Courts silence pervaded There were no children…
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A Reflection on Tribes the Play
“Tribes” by Nina Raine at Barrow Street TheatreI didn’t know what to expect from the play. I went with one goal: to watch border-crossing enact in hybrid spaces when a Deaf actor works with non-Deaf actors and to do “research” for my dissertation. So here’s my short reflective poem about the play: Clamor Of sound and silence Language Signed or spoken By them We live, love Or not Tell me Don’t leave me Out Speak my language Understand me By Whose terms? Two paths Onward we trod Center or edge…
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Vignettes: NYC 12.26.12 – 12.27.12
“No gum popping. Gum popping. Gum popping.””Zero tolerance policy.” We turned to look at each other, my fellow passenger, a black lady with a British accent. She rolled her eyes and gestured with her right hand, saying in silence, “What’s up with this driver?” The passengers obeyed. The trip to NYC passed uneventfully. I didn’t need a pepper spray after all, vanquishing an acquaintance’s hypothesis that I was headed for catastrophe by taking a Greyhound bus to the Big Apple. She didn’t talk to me during most of the journey.…
