At this point, we’ve seen glaciers, been white water rafting and whale watching, but looking back, I think our day, with Lake Myvatn and its geological wonders, was perhaps my favourite day. Here’s a preview:
The Lake Myvatn area is simply not to be missed. Just to remind you, Iceland is divided by two continental plates and this area is on the northeast section of this divide. There are active volcanoes across the divide of the island, but Different tour guides quoted varying degrees on this point, but essentially Iceland is growing from the middle a few centimetres each year. The geologic activity in the Lake Myvatn area seems to all stem from the volcano Krafla nearby.
From our base in Akureyri we simply took the ring road east again to get to the lake. We took a couple of photos here at a lookout at the north end and the view took me back to a childhood memory of watching The Flinstones….volcanoes, lakes, and human activity happening all at once.
The first point of interest we stopped at was Hverfjall, a cinder cone. Having no experience with no cinder cones before, we didn’t know what to expect, but we were hungry for knowledge. There is one path allowed straight up the mound of ash to the top which I imagine prevents erosion of this geological monument. It was fascinating to see the geometrical precision of the cone and its crater. Plant life has begun to emerge and it is wild to see it struggle to survive.
Next we drove a further to Namaskard, an areaa where the power of the plate fissure is visible through steam that is pushing out of the earth causing bubbling mud and steam. It was absolutely fascinating. I wish you had smell-o-vision because the gases were unbelievably stinky. To feel this close to ‘the heartbeat of the earth’ simply took my breath away.
We next drove up to the area of Krafla, where the geothermal energy is being converted into power. There is a visitor centre here that I would take advantage of on a future visit but we didn’t get there this time. The kids were getting strung out and we needed to move along. Krafla itself is worth the drive, as it is beautiful caldera filled now with turquoise water.
We had a long swim at the northern version of Keflavik’s Blue Lagoon, here called the Myvatn Nature Baths. A quick stop for some Rugbrauo (bread baked in a geysir), and we were on our way back to Akureyri via, another stunning waterfall, Godafoss. The guidebooks warned us that the Myvatn area is swarming with midges. We didn’t experience anything unbearable, although head nets were available everywhere until we got to Godafoss. I just couldn’t handle it and escaped to the car. Luckily Tim still got lots of pictures. Dinner and ice cream back in Akureyri completed the day and we fell into our beds. Simply put, our last day in northern Iceland, couldn’t be beat.
Our lovely full-service hotel, Hotel Kjarnalundur, just outside of Akureyri was a welcome sight after our rafting adventure, and it is here that we launched our next two days of fun in Iceland. Our family room was big enough for all 6 of us, the breakfast buffet was plentiful, and we had a quiet night’s rest.
A quick drive to Husavik, and we were on our way to hopefully see whales in Skjalfandi Bay, the whale watching capital of Iceland. Our guide at North Sailing told us that we were just 40 miles from the Arctic Circle, and it felt momentous to realize how much work we had done to make it so far. Aside from the hope of seeing the great whales up close, the scenery was outstanding.
We climbed once again into suits provided by the company that kept us warm, dry and had built-in flotation devices. I could live in one of those.
And we saw them! North Sailing exclusively offers a quiet tour which is much more unobtrusive than a zodiac, and our skilled captain was able to approach the whale area, and then to turn off the motor and drift into their zone. In our 3 hour trip, most of it crossing the bay and back again, we saw at least 3 humpbacks and a minke whale. We even came upon a humpback that was sleeping. When it realized a boat-load of people was staring down at him, it flipped its fluke and was gone.
People ask me, how do you manage to see whales each time you go whale watching? The answer is to do your research, follow migration routes….pay extra for a company that hires scientists and is top-rated in terms of its treatment of the sea life, and you will see them. I’ve never had an unsuccessful whale watching trip. If it’s important to you, then plan your entire trip around seeing these whales, like we did.
Husavik also offers a self-guided whale history museum that covers the industry of whaling and persuades the audience that eco-tourism is the new way to go. After seeing the historical side and studying the great whale skeletons, we went for a dip ourselves at the Husavik Swimming pool. It has a play pool, waterslide, a lengths pool, a cold tub, a hot tub and a massage tub. Really really nice. The kids were allowed to be rambunctious and they wore themselves out. The nice woman at the ticket counter instructed us clearly on how to blend with the pre-bathing rituals necessary before entering. We tried our best to dive like humpbacks with our spine up and then fluke, but it turns out this is really hard to do when your nose isn’t on top of your head.
The day began as the others, dreary drizzle, so waking up with jet lag again was just about right to go around to the front of our guesthouse and order some waffles. They came covered in a local berry jam and whipped cream, and she had an espresso machine too. The dining room was surrounded by local handicrafts which were also really cool to see as all the materials like wool, wood and antler are indigenous to the culture here. So even if you don’t stay at the Guesthouse Langafit, stop by for the waffles!
Our ultimate destination today was Akureyri but we had a couple of stops along the first. Our next stop was the village of Blonduos which is known for its safe harbour for seabirds. The local government has built a public blind for watching the birds in their nesting areas and it’s just such a good idea. I wish Canada would do this. I had marked here that the Hotel Blanda had a nice menu and it did. I had something fishy, of course, but the kids were equally happy with their choices. Nearby the hotel was a shop specializing in local artisans work and many of the things made by the shop owner, Etta. Although I would have happily brought the store with me, I purchased only a large button made of reindeer antler and a book. It turns out that Blonduos is also famous for being central to the 1830 trial of local servant girl Agnes Magnusdottir, convicted, tried and executed for the murder of her master and his guest. Etta showed me a map of each of the locations in this story and the book Burial Rites by Hannah Kent which tells Agnes’s side of the story and casts doubt on her guilt. You had me at historical murder!
We surprised the kids by planning a family rafting trip with Viking Rafting just south of Varmahlio. I can’t say enough about this company and the care they had for us to make this extraordinary experience happen. I booked online through their website the gentler family trip for our nervous tweens and their aging parents (sorry Tim and Fiona, but it’s true.) We had safety lessons, dry suits that were suited up for each of us and checked individually by the staff, and a comfortable ride to the river.
The best fact of the day was that the river spray we would drink was part of the glacier just 12 hours ago. I have no idea if that is true, but the idea just enhanced the clean, fresh taste of the Iceland water even more. At one point we were encouraged to cliff jump, another time to swim behind the boat and we all enjoyed a fresh hot chocolate made from the geothermally hot stream running next to our cold river. We loved the pace of our 90 minute trip, our guides Steve (from the U.S.) and Rajib (from Nepal), who were courteous and just the right combination of humour and kindness.
Being in the middle of nowhere, we pre-booked our Dinner of the Day with the Viking Rafting people and were served a healthy portion of meatballs, rice, sauce, and veg. I don’t know how to tell you this so I’ll just say it: the main meats of Iceland are based on what they can raise here: lamb and horse. I’m sure there is a little of both in any minced meat that we had. Still, the dinner was delicous and we were able to make the final leg of our day’s journey feeling warm again.
This video was shot by on the Go Pro by our friend Ethan. I turned to our guide Rajib and asked “Can I trust you with our children?” He said, “Of course.” So all the parents jumped in for swim in the cold glacier water. Fantastic.
First a word or two about renting a car in Iceland: Don’t use Flizzr (booked through WOW air). Use Economy Rent a Car (I booked it through Expedia and it was effortless). Take the insurance….dents on the car and broken windshields are the most likely isssues you’ll have. Take the rest of the insurance….volcanic gravel is very sharp and there are barely any guardrails anywhere. Now having said that, through my lens as a Canadian who grew up driving standard on a gravel road, the driving in Iceland was very easy. When you go up a mountain and you get stuck behind a larger, slower vehicle, the slow person puts on their indicator to tell you when the road is clear ahead to pass. Very civilized. The gravel roads that are long and straight have a speed limit of 90 km. We started back at Keflavik and effortlessly picked up our friends from the airport and got our new ride for the trip north: a Citroen Picasso wagon. Super stylin’ and carries 6 passengers! We had to add a top box to fit all of our belongings but the Economy staff took only 15 minutes to add it and we were on our way.
First order of the day was breakfast though, which at 11:30 am is hard to find. Let’s face it, you just need to eat what you forage in Iceland, not what you desire. I had marked Kaffi Duus at the Keflavik harbour as “a good place to eat” so we headed there. There were options to order a buffet lunch or a la carte so we were all happy. After lunch we wandered over to see a ship on display and as we did, a tourist ran past me saying “There it is! What is it?” My best guess, without a guide along, that it is a minke whale, grazing in Keflavik harbour. If he hadn’t told me, I never would have seen it. We learned later in the trip that the tell tale hovering of a flock of birds, often means that they are after the whale’s leftover krill that get pushed to the surface.
Sated for the moment, we headed out to the western peninsula about 2 hours away by car to the Snaefesllsjokull National Park. Every now and then we realize that there is a crucial sign missing. In general, what would improve the tourism greatly in Iceland is more signs. Things to mark where is the bus stop, what is the soup of the day, what time do the gates close, and in this case, what is this thing ahead, how do I get into it and how much does it cost? Nearing the intersection of a divorce with at least 2 u-turns and many arguments later, we all agreed that this apparent land bridge on the map was indeed a tunnel and we needed to go through it. It’s called the Hvalfjordur Tunnel It’s almost 6 km long and goes under the fjord that separates Reykjavik from the Ring Road #1 which heads north here. It’s an amazing feat of engineering, and if you dig things like that, it’s not to be missed. It costs 1000 Krona, by the way. At the north side of the tunnel, you come to a lovely little town of Borgarnes, which happens to have a lovely little bakari kaffihus and is the site of one of the major scenes in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. We didn’t know that at the time, but it was really cool to see their devotion to the experience.
The scenery on this drive to the tip of the peninsula just gets better and better. There are waterfalls everywhere, different types of igneous and metamorphic rock formations and gazillions of ridiculously fluffy sheep. The sheep and Icelandic ponies (and in the cattle in the north and interior) all graze and wander at will. In true ranching style, there are just road grates where the animals shouldn’t wander. Once a year, the farmers get together and herd everything into sorting pens for the winter. (All in all, after about 2500 km of driving in Iceland, I can count the number of unnerving incidents of roadside animal interaction on one hand. ~ ed.) Every volcano leads to a lava field leads to some amazing coastal rock formations and Snaefellsjokull does not disappoint.
Here’s one of those places where a nice sign with a map would have been handy. We made the decision to continue around the peninsula following the north side back to the Ring Road and north to our guesthouse in Laugarbakki. The GPS kept wanting to send us back the way we came and we thought we knew better. The roads became narrower, but not slower, and we ended up driving in and out of every darn fjord until the sun was near setting (= very very late). There were no settlements with cute cafes, there were no grocery stores. But it was beautiful. And long after everyone else in the car had dozed off, I saw a charcoal grey arctic fox. No I don’t have a picture. I was driving, silly. Here are a few more pics of our unexpected road trip adventure.
Lastly we checked into our Gueshouse Langafit and the 2 nice female owners took pity on us and let me buy groceries out of their fridge to feed the children: slices of processed cheese, a half loaf of bread, pop and strawberries from the greenhouse up the road. I made cheese sandwiches in the kitchenette and we were ready for our bath. The community has a large hot tub fed by geothermal waters and it is just next door. It was just what we needed. The rooms were pretty and clean, and when we woke in the morning, we ate waffles covered in jam and whipped cream. She’s even got a gas pump and a car wash. Amazing hospitality.
…and we slept for 14 hours our first night (but that’s jet lag). As usually happens, my hours of pre-planning went awry but I convinced the fellas to push towards Vik, which I had heard was a geological phenomenon that can’t be missed.
Black rocks on black sand
On our way from Sacred Seed to Vik, I learned that red curtains on a gas station window do not indicate that a lady of the night is working inside, but instead that gas stations are made to feel cozy,and thankfully contain freshly baked goods and bottomless cups of coffee. Who knew?
Without my Google Map and wifi, I was feeling unsure about how to proceed but from a great distance we were able to suss out that there was a waterfall ahead and soon found Seljalandsfoss. It was big and it was powerful. On a beautiful 22 degree day in July we were able to wear shorts and t-shirts but these were not enough for the journey behind the falls for me. With the sudden shift to hurricane force winds, darkness, and a wet rocky ground, I retreated. The fellas went on without me and toured behind for all of 10 minutes. There were also souvenir shops and a stand with coffee and sandwiches, so we indulged. All in all, a must-see stop for an hour when in the south Iceland region.
Pushing onto Vik, the landscape once again took a dramatic turn. We swooped down into this seaside turn after climbing a large hill. The drives have been taking longer than we thought and we’re generally underestimating how long it will take to get anywhere. The speed limit is 90 on the big 2-lane highway that circles the whole island, but towns range from 40 – 70. There are only 300 000 people in the whole of Iceland so paving roads, building bridges across fjords and more than 2 lanes, are not a priority. Gas is about the same as in other parts of Europe…double the price of Canadian gas prices.
As soon as we could we got out of the car in Vik. The black sand, the colonies of a variety of sea birds, the majesty of the contrasting cliffs and ocean, I wept openly for a few moments not believing that I was actually here. I would have to say that Vik is my favourite place…out of the 2 days we’ve been travelling. It’s like seeing Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris for the first time. Seeing it with my family and hanging out doing what we do best, foraging for beach treasures, wallowing in the beauty and science of the flora and fauna, it was just awesome.
We stopped for something to eat at a restaurant near the beach called Halldorskaffi and they produced a pizza for the kid, a mozzarella salad for me and fish and chips too. It was all well-made and the staff were friendly too.
I am using this book a lot for prioritizing so much to see in our short time in Iceland, and in it, I found our next stop: Fjorubordid in Stokkseyri. Have you ever been to one of those chain restaurants where the menu is so big with so many choices that you can hardly decide but everything is really average-tasting? This was nothing like that. Fjorubordid only does one thing a few ways: prawns. They take online reservations so we drove straight from Vik to Stokkseyri to make our reservation at 6:30 pm. We ordered the meal size magical prawn soup which came with limitless bread options and splurged on a glass of wine. They even had a kids menu. After a satisfying meal we raced back to Keflavik, near the airport and checked into our lovely triple room (that’s a queen and a single…so civilized and so perfect for us) at the Ace Guesthouse. Our host was efficient and the rooms were well laid out and there was a kitchen with a fridge for drinks and tea and cookies. He upgraded us to a room with a private WC but a shared shower. We were very happy there.
That’s me in the bottom right of this photo trying desperately to show you the scale of this place. Look left you’ll see vocanic coastlines and rock formations. Look right and there’s a massive dormant volcano and glacier. Look around and there are these beautiful moss-covered lava fields. We didn’t give ourselves enough time to get here get out again and also visit the local towns….and we gave ourselves 9 hours. No kidding.
Icelandic words of the day: kaffi (coffee), bakari (bakery), vatn (water) and foss (waterfall)
One of my favourite things about travelling is how disorienting it can be. After a quick 5+ hour red-eye flight from Toronto, we staggered out of Keflavik airport in search of our rental car and caffeine. It felt like standing on Mars surrounded by vast fields of dried lava (I’m sure there’s a technical geological term for that but I’m not there yet). The buildings are all functional and new but very boxy and lacking in any sort of ornamentation.
The shuttle from the airport to our car rental outlet was easy to navigate but the signage for the car rental is seriously lacking. Still we were on our way in our lousy Opel Corsa in 90 minutes from landing to driving out. My big first understanding is that wifi is usually not free in Iceland. This is going to be tricky as I made that beautiful Google map to lead us everywhere. We heard about this international SIM card which would transform my Nexus 6P into our European communication device, but it has proven elusive so I’m operating on wifi and very limited data. Luckily my Dad was a geography teacher and I not only have a finely tuned navigation sense, but also an iron core which feeds directly off of magnetic north (it gets a little wonky in shopping malls and Las Vegas but generally it’s reliable).
Once we were off we found the driving very easy, like almost as comparably easy as driving in Canada. We have been interested to find out what the small rodent roadkill is that we keep seeing, but other than dodging free-roaming sheep, it’s smooth and effortless. The road signs are intuitive, the gas is twice as expensive as in Canada, but we haven’t found anything we can’t handle in the Corsa yet. We found a coffee shop/bakery open at 7 am and got our fill.
As soon as we were out of the city, we felt that we had to commune with nature right away so we stopped the car and started looking at the miniature worlds of flowers that cover the ground here. I stepped towards the edge of a cool glacier river to dip a hand and a beautiful white bird started flying towards us…not right at me and I was dive-bombed. Turns out I had disturbed a nesting area and this little guy, as big as a chicken I swear, was not impressed with me. After shouting, running away, and having a really good laugh at myself, we progresed up to the highland area. Here he is. He’s a mean one.
The first thing we wanted to see was Thingvellir, the site of ancient Viking parliament set in the fissure of the two techtonic plates between the Eurasian plate and the North American plate. It really set the tone for the first 2 days because it feels alive here, like energy is coursing all around. It’s easy to see why the Icelandic people have developed many beliefs and customs around the energy of the earth.
Next onto Geysir, the birthplace of the word. which was pretty interesting, but here the magic of the earth has been replaced by tourists. We liked the restaurant so much…free refills of their soup of the day. By this time it is early afternoon and the tour buses were swarming so we pushed to stay ahead of them. Yet we had to check out Gulfoss, a spectacular waterfall, first.
We checked into our guest house midafternoon and fell asleep in the serene sunlight of Iceland’s mid-summer. The Sacred Seed guesthouse has a beautiful geothermal pool and feels like you’re in the middle of nowhere. We were very still and very quiet. We swam in the warm water. We slept. It was heavenly and just what we needed. I’m not going to lie, at 45, doing the red-eye and bouncing back is not so easy anymore. Sacred Seed was just what we needed to recuperate. The owner said that our triple room was where his grandmother slept. It was up a steep ladder/staircase but like a sanctuary once we got there. It was very basic and the bathroom was downstairs, but we had the quiet we craved.
I had one of those friends at university who lived really close to the edge of always going too far. She abused alcohol, had a variety of sexual partners and walked home alone in the dark. I was always confused by her reckless behaviour and she both frightened me and made me jealous. She seemed to have no fear of consequence. As a woman I think we always seem to judge our interactions with strangers, and the dark, a little differently. The truth is that I envied that freedom. I was a young woman at the time when Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka were on the loose, when we went to self-defense classes and marched in Take Back the Night.
This book by Amanda Lindhout is pivotal as Amanda’s carefree travel quest takes a misstep and she finds that crossing one more border leads her to being kidnapped, imprisoned, tortured and raped. The degrading that she experiences is enough to put us all back into chastity belts by choice. It is also a book that needs to be shouted from the mountain tops because it is a uniquely female experience. Amanda portrays herself as going from the healthy to deeply depressed, degraded and suicidal. She allows herself to survive by simply leaving her body spiritually as it is tormented.
This book is a painful read, and there were times when I thought I couldn’t take any more. However because of its importance and biographical nature, I pushed myself to complete the circle. It’s the kind of book that everyone should read, that I have in my secondary school library, the kind of conversation that I should be able to have with students, but that I’d shy away from.
When I PD (yes, as a verb), I look for things that will push me out of my comfort zone: new venues, new people and new ideas. I asked to present at the OSSTF Educational Technology conference this week as it was described as trying to reach teachers who were reluctant to use technology in their classrooms. I hoped to meet people who didn’t even own cellphones, and I did! I had the dreaded last spot of the day to present in. I say ‘dreaded’ because I am deadly in the last spot. By the time the last spot rolls around I have everyone else’s presentations in my head, I’m second guessing what I have to say and, let’s face it, I’m tired. In this case though, I was also unsure of my audience. How do you get reluctant people to buy in to your message? I decided to present the idea of How to become Comfortable with being Uncomfortable.
Earlier in the day, I participated in a session run by Amanda Anderson as she talked about classroom technology that she uses to help her ELL students to accelerate their language learning. Her fifth slide was this one:
Amanda stopped me thinking about anything else for the rest of the week with her statement that we need to stop aiming to integrate technology in learning and instead created blended learning situations. I really like Amanda’s definition, and was even more appreciative when I saw her beautiful reference to this article as a blended learning starting point. Later the same day, presenting finally, I felt the earth shift as one of the godfathers of educational technology in Ontario rolled his eyes when I mentioned the SAMR model to my audience of reluctant technology users. I’ve relied on both TPACK and SAMR for years now to explain that models of technology use are real but imperfect because we still haven’t achieved those elusive 21st century competencies (now to be re-branded as Global Competencies in Ontario). I’m not married to the idea of SAMR but I refer to it as a rubric for improving the task in which technology is used. I am particularly fond of the S in SAMR as I try to only resort to Substitution when the wifi goes down.
Why is everything in education either a ladder, a pyramid or a target? Do we not know any other 2-D shapes? I see the complexity of the issue of integrating technology effectively into learning as more of a sphere. The Canadian School Libraries Association said it really well in its 2014 document Leading Learning: “The learning commons promotes personalization, inquiry, and the integration of technology through the implementation of innovative curricular design and assessment.” The 3D-ness of the sphere allows us to reiterate the process over and over again rather than to climb a ladder or hit a target or move up the levels of a pyramid. In my job as teacher-librarian, I maintain and advocate for the use of technology for improved collaboration, communication and creativity inside the building, and into the community. Often then I am using the C’s as another handy way to encourage the use of technology in schools.
My favourite abbreviated model though actually comes from the TV Show Silicon Valley: SOMOLO. This is how I ended my presentation. If we can make learning with technology more social (C for collaboration and Vygotzky would be proud); mobile (using the tech in student pockets as well as the board-approved device) and local (authentic, relevant and real in the user’s life), then we’re making huge gains. With SOMOLO, I think our pedagogy and integration of technology will improve, perhaps to even become seamlessly blended in learning.
Woefully, I think about 100 people of the 150 had left by the time the last spot arrived, and my audience sat all the way at the back of a cavernous room. Thank goodness for the wireless mouse. Looking back at that moment, I think the uncomfortable-ness I was experiencing, was just what I needed to push me to put my thoughts down here.
PS: In revisiting this idea with @dougpete, he gave me a whack of articles which (like any good teacher-librarian) I have curated into a Flipboard all about questioning the purpose of SAMR for your use:
This week editor Derrick Grose and his team of editors released their inaugural edition of the Canadian School Libraries Journal. Derrick says: “This first issue of the Canadian School Library Journal reflects the exciting times in which we are working” and “the actual work being done in school libraries”.
For those of you who don’t know, Canadian School Libraries has gone through some redevelopment in the last couple of years. Like a phoenix from the ashes, it is reborn and lead by the Canadian movers-and-shakers in school library.
What they don’t teach you in teacher’s college is how lonely teaching can be. The professors don’t tell you that if you wanted to you could completely fly under the radar, inherit a dusty binder of outdated material and recycle it for the next thirty years of your career alone in your classroom. You may have a department office where you can bounce ideas off of each other, but if you’re like me, and there are only eleven of you in the whole district, then that opportunity doesn’t come around enough.
In 2009 I began to feel the power of developing my own professional development through online places as reaching out to internet-based PD suited my autonomous, asynchronous and rural lifestyle. I co-wrote an Ontario Ministry of Education English course for these new-fangled platforms called eLearning and I discovered the possibilities for distance education. I joined Twitter, I started to blog and I found my tribes both through the Educational Computing Organization of Ontario (ECOO) and the Ontario School Library Association (OSLA). The commitment of these groups to hosting really great face-to-face professional development conferences is profound. Through this new knowledge I emerged as a leader in educational technology in my school, district and beyond. I did all of this simply by showing up and sharing. It’s actually that simple. About the same time, I became a teacher-librarian and my opportunities to promote global competencies [See Exhibit A] exploded.
When I arrived at teacher-librarianship, I inherited a library that felt deeply confused…the books had become second-class citizens to the clunky desktop computer lab that pulled focus. In 2012 we transformed our library into a learning commons. I went through my first emotionally draining power weed going from 12,000 items to 9,000 in 6 months and the average publication date of my collection went from 1989 to 2003. Like a bad boyfriend, I washed that confused adolescent library out of my hair. There is nothing like a renovation to rejuvenate…and then the really hard work began. It wasn’t enough to buy new furniture. I needed to shift the culture of learning in my school. As an innovating early adopter of the learning commons model, I felt alone [See exhibit B].
I was in a trough of disillusionment [Exhibit C]. I often struggle with the cheerleading aspects of teacher-librarianship because I need to feel deeply committed to whatever I am advocating. That’s really easy to do about innovative ways to deepen critical thinking but less so about standardized testing. Easy: Graphic novels and makerspaces. Difficult: having every student write in proper APA format. You get the picture. So what does anyone in need of a professional pick-me-up do? I started my M.Ed. in teacher-librarianship at the University of Alberta completely online. I relished every moment of the four years I studied and I fell into a deep mourning period the moment it was over.
That year at our ECOO conference, I was having post-workshop beverages with my tribe and we started talking about how to keep the good feelings growing. We had just come from a marvellous session that was essentially a panel discussion about a riveting book [See Exhibit D]. We were talking books at an educational technology conference. We were moaning how one conference a year just isn’t enough when your professional development tribe is spread all over the world. That was the eureka moment for a crazy journey of online partnerships.
The first year I promoted twenty books using just Twitter and Goodreads. The second year we tried ten. I used my WordPress blog to go deeper in my reviews and questions. I tried to get these introverted book nerds to meet up once a month in a Google Hangout and once a year at the conference for breakfast. I interviewed people reading the books and I interviewed the authors. I promoted our book club with publishers and most times I was able to secure a review copy and even a discount for our book club members. Overall I had 94 people interact with the book club worldwide. It was exhausting and rewarding all at the same time but the book club wasn’t yet running itself.
Through my volunteer work for the OSLA, I met Katina Papulkas who came to our quarterly meeting in November 2015 with an idea for a partnership. I told her about my experiments to build community through online book clubs and she told me about TV Ontario’s (TVO) TeachOntario. So the OSLA volunteered to run two pilot book clubs and I rebirthed our discussion about danah boyd’s book.
The trick about running online communities is that you really have to redefine the idea of “participation”. I have been greatly influenced by the participatory culture ideas of museum curator Nina Simon and of communications professor Henry Jenkins. Lurkers are people too. I just appreciate it when I can measure their lurking. In that first book club we had 24 people join, but there are some discussions that have had 994 views since then. I’m not kidding! In our current book club using Trevor Mackenzie’s Dive Into Inquiry, I have 140 page views on one discussion thread this week. Whether I would ever have been able to gain that kind of traction all on my own through Twitter or not is beside the point, because I am reaching a different audience through TeachOntario. The audience inside TeachOntario is made up of public educators who are wary of their online presence and who have specifically asked for a walled garden approach to their PD, learning in this space so that they can be free to be themselves. I am finally reaching the early majority, the late majority and maybe even some of the laggards.
For face-to-face time, we’ve tried breakfast at the ECOO conference, book giveaways to entice new readers to join us but our best yet has been to partner again with #PubPD. The Edtech Team who create Google Summits came up with the idea to coordinate a date once a month North America-wide where like-minded people would come together at a common watering hole and talk about a specific PD topic. The creator delivers five questions on the topic via Twitter, so it’s a Tweet Up Meet Up. Last summer I was presenting at a different venue each month and I got to meet a lot of new people and sell them on the idea of joining us in TeachOntario. In August, we broke a record with 39 people at once attending our #PubPD while at the Pedagogy B4 Technology conference in Markham, Ontario.
The biggest advantage of partnering with TeachOntario is that Katina’s team is filled with extraordinary people who design the online space, manage the technology, promote our activities, encourage us to do more and relentlessly pursue the authentic and cost-free sharing of professional development. If I say to the TeachOntario group, “I have an idea…” they run with it and make it happen in a polished, professional way. They are flexible, adaptable and vigilant in their mandate to deliver quality professional development. They enable us, and they empower me to keep working hard to contribute to the growth of this community.
My goals for the future of these book clubs is that I hope that the book clubs will feel like they don’t have a start date and an end date. I want to step away from being the fulcrum of the momentum. I want it to take on a life of its own and for past participants to propose new readings for discussion and to lead. I’d like the walled garden to include all educators in Canada if not beyond our borders to the globe. My online professional development experiences are as rich, or richer, as the ones I have face-to-face. No, I take it back. They’re definitely richer because they are self-driven.
Alanna King is an agent of change in the Upper Grand District School Board. She works tirelessly to improve availability and access to resources in all media forms in her secondary school library learning commons. Alanna is proud to represent the Central West region with the Ontario School Library Association and can best be found on Twitter @banana29.
"Even when reading is impossible, the presence of books acquired produces such an ecstasy that the buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching towards infinity ... we cherish books even if unread, their mere presence exudes comfort, their ready access reassurance." - A. Edward Newton
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