Some comment threads are actually readable. (Forget ones about politics.) And some comments in those comment threads are actually enlightening and instructive. Here’s one:
My kids do not dream of growing up and finding a job. They dream of creating (and selling) something or starting something… My 15 y.o. son sees his popularity on Vine as the beginning stages of his future work as a filmmaker. For him it is a trajectory.
For context, White’s response was to a post by Fred Wilson on the expansion of the highly popular writing and reading site Wattpad into Wattpad Studios, aimed at connecting “entertainment and publishing executives with Wattpad stories and creators.” And in case you’re not familiar with Wattpad, that means connecting them to thousands and thousands of kid authors who create and comment and commune on the site on a regular basis. I’m guessing some of those kids are in your schools.
Bu the larger point, I think, is this. Sites like Wattpad are places where kids can write about things they find interesting or are passionate about for an engaged, most often supportive community of readers, many of whom are writers themselves. Others, like Vine, or Snapchat, or YouTube offer other mediums and other audiences for kids to create and share. For many, this is the new normal.
Except in schools.
I wonder how many of our students feel the license and agency in schools to create their own “trajectory.” And I wonder what we, and they, miss by not making that a focus of our work in classrooms.
Wattpad Studios will no doubt bring kid creators more fully into the entertainment mainstream, to amplify their passions and good works, to grow their audiences. The good news is they’re not going to wait for us to figure it out.
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I remember when I first starting teaching journalism way back in the day actually using one of those stinky, buzz-inducing ditto machines to publish my students’ work “widely” up and down the hallways. I remember copy-editing by hand with green Flair pen, the same color my dreaded college journalism professors used, teaching my kids the fine art of marking up each other’s stories and adding suggestions for improvement. And I remember buying about 15 copies of various newspapers every Friday just so we could all spend some time getting our fingers black with ink as we searched for interesting and/or well written stories.
Now I know on many levels I’m not normal, but there are moments in the blogging process that just give me butterflies. Many of them occur serendipitously when I’m reading and two or three pieces of content flow up from my network that begin to click together in my brain like magnets, making connections. And at that moment, my mind starts writing, composing a post that it needs to make sense of the ideas, the patterns that seem to be emerging. I’ve come to rely on the blogging to cement together the pieces and make them more of a whole, one that I know is never fully complete, and never will be. And that’s when the butterflies come, in that moment of recognition, when things seem to make more sense. They tell me some molecules have moved, that I think I know something that I didn’t before. It’s what keeps me doing this.
Did I mention I got a 