Otherwise happily retired, I still occasionally have long weird dreams about somehow righting the disaster that became our previous place of academic employment.
This is of course my subconscious at work, and it signifies nothing except the weird workings of one fat old white guy's subconsciousness.
In this latest one, graduation was somehow held mistakenly outside Aimee's craft room window, and a board (bored) meeting followed. We were able to eavesdrop on all the lies and wool-over-eyes-pulling that went on, directly from the lips of the lier-in-chief to the ears of the gullible items supposedly responsible for an institution of higher education.
In the dream we were morbidly fascinated and outraged by all the BS that was spouted. At times we laughed our heads off, the lies were so fantastic. But nothing happened. No hard questions were asked, and none answered.
Especially, questions were not asked, or answered, about learning: when it happens, how it happens, how experienced teachers can make it happen, and how to measure that it actually has happened.
Now, this was only a dream. But dreams do come true.
Specifically, on the spectrum of conscious knowledge, there are people who know and know what they know, people that don't know and do know what they don't know, and people that think they know but don't know what they don't know.
If this all sounds rather Rumsfeld-ian, it may be because that former Secretary accidentally put his finger on, or in, a greater truth.
As did my dream.
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