After years of almost total disdain, I joined Facebook one week ago in order to fulfill the requirements of EDU4113. Also to keep one tiny step ahead of my middle school daughter who is already asking for an account. Also to get a clue, since the teenagers I teach are so into it. And now I am supposed to reflect on the potential effectiveness, including strengths and drawbacks, of Facebook as an educational tool.
It's been a long week. Before I can address the possibilities of Facebook in secondary education, I need to unpack just a bit the personal experience of a conflicted first time user. As Mr. Q mentioned in class, people do seem to have an emotional response to Facebook, and I'm no exception. In fact, I probably belong to the most emotional group - over forty and a very late adopter. I held out and even hated for so long because - well, lots of reasons, but my bottom line impressions involved naked egotism and a total waste of time.
Yet somehow a week ago I was ready to toss my judgements and reservations aside and take the leap. I felt it was time. And I have to admit that as soon as I registered my name and uploaded my photo it felt right. The "Friend Requests" started rolling in immediately. Everyone I knew was on there. Friends, acquaintances, classmates, and most exciting of all family. I have aunts and uncles and cousins of all ages who live across the country or even the globe. It was fascinating to scroll through the "People You Might Know" and notice the variety of ways that these faces and names were connected to me, and speculate on the multitude of electronic paths that Facebook had followed me down. Friend a few locals and suddenly the list was a who's who of my home community. Friend a few family members and suddenly look how many people had my same maiden name. I could become re-acquainted with one of my uncle's ex-wives, the one I always liked better than my uncle anyways. Friend her instead of him and I could actually bend fate back to my will. Friend my cousins in Israel and suddenly the list is loaded with Moshes and Boruchs. People are writing on my Wall in Hebrew! I can't understand a word but how hip is that?
I could go on because for those first 48 hours my brain was on Facebook Fire. I woke up in the middle of the night alive with the possibilities of family unity, community building, global reconnection, and most of all how many people would finally get to see lots and lots of constantly updated photos of my mind-blowingly beautiful children. That alone could make the world a better place. I veered from cautiously friending only a few most trusted intimates to accepting every request that came my way. I posted a few comments and even a short video. I let everyone know that I'd gone out of town for the night and seen a very cool show. It felt as if my life had expanded.
The first hint that the honeymoon was over came when I attempted to fill in my "Work History". I didn't want to identify my jobs by "Employer", I wanted to describe the actual work I had done. That's how my life is shaped, in my own humble view. I used to train horses, then I sold clothes and jewelry, then I was a full time Mom and did promotion for a kids-rock band, then I went back to school for my credential... But Facebook refused to see it that way, and I spent several utterly wasted hours fighting the system but never getting it right. Not much makes me more disgusted than wasting my precious time on uncooperative technology.
Then I began to wish that I had never "Friended" about one third of my growing list of "Friends". The teenagers were the worst. "I'm at the cafe." "Now I'm watching TV." "Here are some dreadful song lyrics and a few hundred photos of myself." Doing homework now." "More photos of me!" Eavesdropping on the next table at a restaurant is an almost sacred activity. Eavesdropping online is just creepy. And I'm not sure why but it's even more creepy when you've actually been invited to eavesdrop.
But the final death blow to my Faceweek came on Thursday afternoon. Just home from two long days subbing as a proctor for the CAHSEE, I plunked right down at the computer, eager to disseminate some fairly vitriolic impressions and opinions about the overdose of standardized testing in California public schools. A few choice words later I hit "Post". The remorse took about five minutes to become complete. What is it about hitting "Send" on an e-mail that can suddenly allow you to see where your careful composition actually went terribly wrong, or to grasp the innumerable possibilities for your words to be entirely misunderstood? Whatever it is, it seems to apply exponentially to hitting "Post" on Facebook. I had done exactly what people go around warning everyone not to do. Luckily, I had not actually had the opportunity to post nude or inebriated photos of myself. But there, just under the "Profile Info" which excitedly stated "Looking for first teaching job!", I had vigorously, righteously, and just a bit profanely ripped into the teaching profession.
Honestly though, it was not the thought of a potential employer reading my words that even bothered me the most. That seemed a pretty remote possibility. I cringed more just at the thought of most of my "Facebook Friends" reading this post, although why I had composed it for and sent it out to that very group before I was able to realize my discomfort remains a bit of a mystery. It seemed to require the experience of actually going wrong in just that way before I could understand that the definitive Facebook dimension of public combined with private, casual with intimate, was so foreign as to be virtually unnavigable for me. I just would never say the same thing, in the same words, to all of those people. In my personal life, I'm going to stick with my previous repertoire of communication modes.
However, all that finally aside, Facebook as a classroom tool could be great. With a focus and a purpose, plus a good set of guidelines and some supervision, this platform for group communication and feedback, the open forum for questions and answers in real time, and the collaborative and creative possibilities are all tremendous. I do not see it as a mode of communication with parents, but as a collaborative tool for students and teachers. The added relevance and urgency factors alone of anything that can send a kid a "notification" while he or she is already on Facebook make it worthwhile.