Most people when you tell them you work in education assume that they know exactly what that is all about since everyone went to school and so everyone is an expert on what teachers do. I am now in the middle of the famous “break”; you know the one that all professors enjoy where we lounge at home in our spacious private libraries, drink fine wines and sample French cheese with our colleagues while we devise new mental torments for students for next term.
Except I have no spacious library, cannot afford good wine and (heresy!) I do not like French cheese. All my colleagues have vanished from the live campus so that we can clean up the paperwork from the last term before the new term begins.
I have a nice little stack of paperwork of my very own; reports to write, records to update and some bookkeeping to catch up on for a professional society. I spent most of this past week out of town working on a new engineering graphics book and I did spend one day doing nothing really useful except for getting my hair done.
Now I suppose I could get to work on the mental torment bit . . . but then why would we need computer systems? I have just received a notice to change my password so that I do not lose system access and I love how this always seems arrive to when I am most likely to overlook this notice. I bet that most students are not even thinking about campus e-mail the first week after finals. Perfect timing.
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- KRJ
- I am an instructional designer and former professor and chair of the Career and Technical Education program at William Carey University.
Why "Sleepy Artisan"
Have you ever been so involved in a project that you could not put it down? You find yourself thinking about it at random moments. How to make it better, how to make tiny improvements, what little bits to add and what to remove.
It becomes a consuming passion and you steal time away from other less interesting commitments. It is more that a project; it becomes an art form because you have put so much of yourself into your work. Sometimes the time gets away from you and you have let your "work" stretch far into the night.
It becomes a consuming passion and you steal time away from other less interesting commitments. It is more that a project; it becomes an art form because you have put so much of yourself into your work. Sometimes the time gets away from you and you have let your "work" stretch far into the night.
This blog is for all the sleepy artisans; I hope you will share your passion for excellence with the rest of us.
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This is what I believe about career and technical education
CTE provides every individual with the opportunity to become whatever they want to be in life by providing technical skills on which to build their careers
CTE opens doors to future education by providing a skill that makes the pursuit of future education financially possible
CTE frees individuals from being forced into educational programs that do not meet their personal or professional needs
CTE as a profession has a long and noble history of service to the individual and to society
CTE professionals rarely trumpet the achievements of their peers and profession and for this reason their work does not always receive the recognition that it deserves
Working in career and technical education is a noble calling and I invite you to share and comment on the experiences and issues that celebrate the artistry and creativity of the workers who build our world.
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