I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. My twitter account was hacked or hijacked or taken over -whatever you call it--and I let out a few dozen nasty little messages that sounded like this:
                                       
                                                Someone is saying some real horrible things about you, seen this?

And then a shortened url link.
And I could have stopped.
But I didn't.
I clicked.
Why?


I almost didn't.  The initial direct message came from one of my students.  After a lazy Saturday afternoon at the market with my family, I checked my phone on the drive home.  I was in the middle of telling a story to my husband (the driver) when I read this little insidious message. I stopped talking in mid sentence.  I couldn't quite compute.  Why would he send this to me?  Was it a Rate Your Teacher posting?  I had promised myself never to look at those.  Who cares? So I typed out my first response "Why would you send me this..." but then I deleted it.  It looked too harsh to send back to a student.

I sat mulling it over.  Why should I care?  What could it be about? I kept thinking about celebrities who claim not to read their bad reviews.  They claim to be at peace that not everyone will love them so why torture themselves. Maybe teachers could learn something from this.  But then I went the other direction of thinking: maybe I should know? Maybe I have an unhappy student who is crying out for help or attention? Or revenge?

I did a search of my name in Twitter.  Nothing showed up.  I did variations of my name in Twitter. Again nothing showed up.  We were almost home.  I decided to wait until to check my computer rather than frustrate myself doing web searches with my phone.

That's when I hit my reflective response.  I came to the conclusion that I should know what 'horrible' things were being said about me but be prepared not to care and remember everything that I have and be happy with that.  I can take criticism.  I am strong. This won't shake me.  It's not like I am in grade six anymore with girls whispering mean things about you in the playground. Whatever.

So I went to my computer and clicked on the link. It went to the Twitter home page.  Or what I thought was the Twitter home page. I should have picked up on this but I didn't.  I was confused. I was unguarded. So just like that I entered my username, entered my password and fell for oldest spam trick in the book. I opened up my account.

And that, my friends, my students, my twitter followers, is why you received a direct message from me that said:

                                Someone is saying some real horrible things about you, seen this?

I am so sorry.

http://www.cbc.ca/recivilization/

Five years have past; five summers with the length

The idea for this blog has been kicking around in my head for some time.  The phrase " Joy of Elevated Thought" comes from William Wordworth's poem Lines Written above Tintern Abbey.  The full line is "Disturbed by the Joy of Elevated Thought."

The round about story of how I came to love this line is also a round about story of my learning path and learning to learn - a concept I have become increasingly more passionate about and a topic that will be explored through this blog.  Here is the round about story:

1995
I first encountered this poem in first year English.  I wrote the worst English essay of my life on it.  It was the night before. I had waited till the last moment.  I had no idea what was going on in the poem let alone the course.  All the poets from Chaucer to T.S. Eliot were in one milky mess in my brain. Our professor kept harping on that our high school education hadn't prepared us. "What were they teaching you?"  From being one of the top English students in my high school, I quickly found myself hating the subject that I thought should be my major. I had entered university thinking I could be the next Margaret Atwood. I felt like a failure.

1995 - 2005
In the intervening years a lot happens - I study abroad and realize English can be taught in many ways.  Thank you Dr. Wilcox and Dr. Verhoven. I take a literary criticism course that leads me discover how political education theory can be - reader response, formalism, new criticism. Thank you Dr. Rae.  I withdraw from concurrent education program. Thank you Julia Blackstock. A few years later take a master's in communication and culture. In this course, I am exposed to great teachers who were also great learners and  I realize that learning is something I am in charge of. (Thank you to all professors...too many to name.)  I discover that I love making films and teach myself everything I need to know for production through textbooks and experiments.  I work in independent media sector. And then I discover mortgages are a good thing and reapply to become a teacher. And of course oodles more in between.

November 2007
In Europe for a friend's wedding, there is a book on the bedside table in the guest room edited by Ted Hughes. It is called By Heart: 101 Poems to Remember.  And in this book is Wordsworth's Lines.  By now I had a much better perspective on English Literature.  Living longer really helps with that.  I could read the poem and understand it so much more.  Living longer helps with that too. In fact, the poem, in my mind, was very much about the experiencing of living and reflecting back on who you were and how you got to be the person you are. I fell in love with it.

January 2008
My family was going through a major crisis because of my little brother's health.  We had all moved back to the farm from various places across Canada. Death was a real possibility.  I also had a 4 month old baby who was colicky and didn't nap or sleep very well.  And it was during this time, that I decided to memorize this poem.  I would eek out 20 minutes a day to walk the road with a print out and memorize the poem line by line.  There are 159 lines.  It was through repetition and memorization - a mode of earning not stressed as much these days - that I came upon Disturbed by the Joy of Elevated Thought. And I felt that this had captured what I longed for in my education and teaching practice.  To be disturbed or shaken by the joy or thrill of learning and achieving.   And so that's why this blog is called the Joy of Elevated Thought.  Keep reading more soon.