I have wrestled with
the use of social media since my early days as a student-teacher on my first
practicum. One of the kids in my class asked me my first name. I didn’t think
too much of it, and, in fact, I thought that he was just trying to be
disrespectful, so I told him to get back to work, and didn’t think too much
about it after that. However, my full name was on the school website, and in
due course, I had my own link on ratemyteacher.com and was getting friend
requests from my students on my Facebook account.
Why did they want to know me? What did they think they were going to find? My Facebook
account is full of pictures of my bees, and my dog, and my wife, and my truck,
and a million other banal details that make up a life. There are no pictures of
me getting wasted, or shirtless, or groping others, so who cares?
I still do not allow students to have access to my Facebook page, being a
younger male teacher; it just does not seem worth it to me. However, I have
softened on the first name thing. I still require my students to call me Mr.
Cooper as a sign of respect, but I tell them my full name and try to share my
beekeeping hobby as well as other small details about my life to show them that
I am a still a person despite being a teacher. My students seem to be happy
about this détente. I explain to them that, yes, I have Facebook and twitter
accounts, but no, I don’t add, or follow, students. I tell them that it is a
personal choice, and they seem to be happy to accept that answer.
I recently read a
book Michael Harris entitled, “The End of Absence”, which may sum up my
feelings about social media in my life both personal and professional. In his
book, Harris writes about his generation, of which I am a part, being the last
to know what it is like to grow up without the internet, and, by extension,
social media.
I am on the cusp of this generation. I am a digital immigrant. When I was around
ten years old I had my first experience with dial-up internet, which means that
most of my foundational years was spent without YouTube, vine, snapchat, Instagram,
ask.fm, Facebook, and twitter. I had periods of boredom. I occasionally gazed
at my navel. I don’t do that anymore, nor does anyone else it would seem. The
pith of Harris’ argument is that absence no longer exists. Social media is
everywhere, and always on, always ready to fill any blank space with its
particular brand of noisy entertainment. Students, and their teachers, do not
have empty time anymore. Bored? Better check the phone.
I think the reason I don’t want to fully embrace social media in the classroom,
is that I don’t really want my class to slip into my pocket and follow me home.
I have a hard enough time separating my work time from my down time. Case in
point, I am writing this blog post on a Sunday morning for an instructional
course on distance education.
Maybe that why students so readily accept my refusal to accept them as Facebook
friends. Perhaps they don’t really want to know about my every comings and
goings, it’s just the only way they know how to say “I like and respect you”.
Perhaps it’s better to have a little absence.