The discussion of “the right way to use AI at school” is a hot topic at my house this summer. This is a different discussion than what we’re talking about in our work environments. I wrote this to clarify my thoughts for my kids and their friends. Since I’ve talked about AI here before, I thought I’d share it with all the teachers, parents, and anyone who talks to the next generation.
It’s been a year since ChatGPT splashed onto the national discussion. AI isn’t anything new, but the ability to interact with a chatbot and have it do your bidding in […]
We, mothers, are lunatics fueled on cortisol and optimism. We don’t always expect to win our battles, but we fight them anyway because it’s the right thing to do.
Taking seven kids out west went exactly as we expected… Stuff went wrong.
I don’t think it’s fair to label this year “hard.” It was, but when I look at the suffering in the world these days, I think I’m ok with lowering its status to “unexpected” and “things I wouldn’t have chosen.” And the ending to all of these mostly unwelcome surprises has been happy – testaments to the faithfulness of God and the fullness of the friendships and relationships we’ve cultivated. They have been pulsating stones, screaming of God’s kindness to me.
The kids were all making Fourth Lunch or whatever the meal is they make when they get home from school. (Never mind that dinner is two hours away, nothing but […]
My gestating days are over but my pill swallowing ways have not slowed. Now it’s the medications and herbal supplements to keep me “young and vigorous” as middle age wraps its arms around my middle and tries to drag me down. My memory has somewhat improved, enough that I can keep up with my own pill schedule and I dutifully stop my day to chug some water and fling my head back to get the appropriate number of medicines down my gullet. My husband always praises my self-discipline and ability to remember my distinct pill schedule. I suspect he is relieved not to bear that particular burden anymore.
Start in the middle. That’s what I tell my students. “Mrs. Fanning, I know what I want to say but I can’t figure out how to start.” “Skip it,” I […]