The awkward kind of pedagogy

Ok…while I am reflecting on my assumptions about learning this keeps popping into my head and I have to share.

In my undergraduate there was an instructor who taught me project management and HTML. He was always a little  ‘edgy’ but things took a turn for the strange when he wrote, with assistance from a student (and not THIS student, I feel compelled to add), a bizarre paper about….erotic pedagogy. The paper was presented in Prague at the 6th Global conference of “The Erotic: Exploring Critical Issues”  (click to view). The school newspaper and its satirical spin-off had a field day with this article.

I will not extrapolate too much on the topic, because I do have ties to the University still…but some good research questions would be: what would entice a person to write about this, and why is it that no one stopped you?

I’m being a little tongue-in-cheek here as this is not one of the posts I am considering for assessment.



For All You Foxy Thinkers

More poetry for you.

This poem by Ted Hughes is a reminder, gentle researcher, that there is intuitive processing needed to find meaning. This poem is a reminder that there are many mysteries still: we do not know where thoughts, or meaning, come from but by finding and analyzing, we can begin our deep thinking, and with creeping patience…understanding prevails, and the page is written. 

The Thought-Fox

I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.

Hughes, T. (1957). The hawk in the rain. London, United Kingdom: Faber & Faber Ltd.


I’ve never been diving (though I have watched shark week on Discovery Channel) but I find that diving is an apt analogy for returning to regular life after residency. Especially when considering decompression. In the context of diving, decompression refers the the reduction of ambient pressure during the ascent at the completion of a dive. If this is not done properly bubbles, and blood clots, can form in a diver’s bloodstream because of the built-up levels of such gases as nitrogen and helium (Hills, 1978, p. 916). You can liken it to the fizzing in a carbonated drink when you open it*. A rapid ascent creates decompression sickness, where the diver is inundated with a large amount of gases in their system it is very painful. 

The residency portion of MALAT may not be a life-death situation, but too rapid an ascent from the depths of knowledge can cause a shock to the system. We’ve been involved with a very intensive learning situation where, for two weeks, the majority of the day was spent engaged in articles, lectures, or teamwork. Although not everyone was staying in residence or totally disconnected from the office, there was still an overwhelming focus on the program. Returning home was bittersweet for me because I could no longer afford that focus, but I also got to come back to my loved ones**. Yesterday was spent traveling and happily hanging out at home, then going for dinner. Today things are slowly returning back to the regular grind.

I was able to take a few days off this coming week too so I do not have to worry about work until Wednesday. I want time to slowly get back into the swing of things. Trying to take things slow, but even now the dogs are whining to go for a walk and I have to iron my boyfriend’s shirts. 



*Tangential statement: Or, in my case insisting that someone else opens it so I do not spill all over myself. Ken, I totally did not shake the beer so it spilled all over the TV room. 

**and my really disgusting fridge. Dear God. 



Hills, Brian A,. (1978). Effect of decompression per se on nitrogen elimination. J Appl Physiol December 1, 1978    45:(6) 916-921

Some thoughts on technology…from the Amish. There’s also a great blog post here on: Kevin Kelly’s blog which provides some examples I found helpful for clarity. I found this blog to be a good reflection on technology and the pressures we feel to include ourselves in the most advanced aspects.

Case Studies Presentations

Wow unique presentations today. I saw some suits, but no costumes 🙂

The first presentation was performed as broadcast radio and the sector was law enforcement. That was a really unique presentation style and I applaud their originality. I would not have thought about it–I was thinking only of pitching to government people. Also, I love radio! It was instantly more engaging because of the twist they placed on traditional presenting.

Our piece was wonderfully presented by such engaging instructors as Ken and Kolby with a lot of great back up during the panel questions from Sandi, Jason, Andree, Jan and Colleen. I had such bright colleagues I didn’t have to say anything. I feel lucky! We really tackled a large-scale topic and I think we did a great job with a creative approach that tied into pre-existing industry frameworks. Thanks group!

Next up was nurses and they took a good approach of tying the framework of training to present  in-training approaches. They had a male presenter who was pretty good at gently detailing assumptions about a largely female workplace–that’s not an easy task. They dealt with complex questions from the panel including mention of prescriptive training. Good discussions.

Travel industry was up this is not something I am very familiar with so it was interesting to see how that industry might cope with a pandemic. I didn’t know BC had the second highest employment rate in the travel industry in Canada. Social distancing methods was a really great point, and so was the self-assessment. Bernie also put a good rhyme in there: Web-based, self-paced.

The last group of the day, a tough spot, was filled by the k-12 educators. They didn’t bring up a “no licking each other policy” as I would have–maybe that’s why I am not a teacher?–but they did bring up great points about the education level of teachers and the ongoing professional development to which they remain dedicated.

I think everyone did well. The project taxed our time resources and it was the project that I experienced the most “storming”; a reminder (to me, but may be useful to you) that group conflict can actually help a project as long as the passion is directed in the appropriate way. Oscar Wilde once said, “Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong”. It is important not to fall into the trap of group think–where there is complete agreement in all things at all times. The beauty of group work is that we aspire to be more than we can be as a single individual. With the last group project of residency I am happy to be done, but a little sad to be leaving you all.

But, we’ll always have the memories of peacocks.

And the party at the castle.

A poem I don’t want to forget!


If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider—
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give – yes or no, or maybe—
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.


Stafford, W. (1998). The way it Is: New and selected poems. Saint Paul, Minn: Greywolf Press.