Two statements haunt me tonight.
One from a student when asked what scares you, he replied, “No Wifi.”
The second from my husband quoting the shocking number of times “we” touch our smartphones daily. Suffice it to say, too much. We adults who grew up without these devices are addicted. Just look around Everywhere, people of all ages holding, scrolling, gazing at the glowing object in their hand.
The nine-year-olds are in my classroom on the cusp of smartphone ownership. Most don’t have one, yet. But based on my anecdotal research, and this article, ten is the magic age. By next year, most of my current students will have one.
It breaks my heart. My joy filled students who play with each other will become less and less in the moment of observation, of curiosity, of learning, of conversation, of human interaction. Smartphones will own them.
I’ve been a proponent of using technology in school. For communication and learning. And I still am. But with controls. With limits. I believe we need more time to observe, to play, to be without a device. We need to promote and model a balance of paper, crayons, and books with pages. They are too young to have this taken away from them. To be taken over. Heck, we all are. We have willingly given away so much for so little.
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