A man-made tragedy

Some of my best childhood memories take me back to the Mediterranean Sea.  I remember how as a child my mother would take me to Birzebbuga Bay and I'd spend countless hours in the warm, turquoise waters playing with my red miniature makeshift ferry boat, shuttling Playmobile figures to imaginary destinations.  In all my imaginary trips, those passengers always made it safe and sound to their destination. While my head wondered in the sheltered confines of that bay, I felt just like those Playmobile figures; I was out of harms way. 

Just like me, the immigrants who sat sail from Africa use makeshift boats, but they're long haul voyages aren't imaginary. And they get to see a much different side of the Mediterranean: it's dark, it's freezing, it's savagely rough.   

Yet every week, refugees mostly from Sub-Saharan Africa, pay large sums of money in search of the greener pastures in Europe. But sadly, many of those frail vessels end up capsizing. Many immigrants have been rescued, but many others perish in the Mediterranean. Just imagine, only last night around 600 immigrants lost their lives off the coast of Libya. 600 bodies, including those of women and children dispersed in the vast waters of the Mediterranean. CNN estimates that only this year 1500 people have drowned in the Mediterranean.

The EU says that this matter needs to be tackled at its root, and many unwittingly-some knowingly- claim that the root cause is Libya's unstable government. If the government was legitimate, they say, there would be no boats leaving Libya in the first place. But that's only the tip of the iceberg: what many forget is that for decades Africa has been crippled by unfair subsidies and tariffs, aid has been ineffective, and most importantly, when the colonialists divided their priced toy-continent in the 19th and 20th century, they didn't take into consideration the ethnic and cultural divisions that they were subjecting the new states to. The fact is that, after its colonization, Africa was never really put into the condition to thrive as a continent. And that's on all of us.

There's a graveyard on Europe's doorstep, but many are turning a blind eye. We're all bystanders and just because we don't get to see the bodies of the sunken ones, it doesn't mean they're not there. So I cannot but think of those thousands of people who have perished in the inclement sea and whose stories have perished with. 

Selling out

Artwork by Gus Design courtesy of Design Crowd

When I write, I usually tend to put on something soothing, maybe some Ludovico Einaudi or an instrumental soundtrack to think better. This time though, I'm going for U2. I could be listening to One or Where the Streets have no Name; they're wholesome, they're U2 classics. But for this particular post, I'm blasting some brassier, unmelodious U2 stuff. This album is one misunderstood work of art. 

Some of you haven't even heard of POP, but if you're U2 die-hard fans, and I'm sure there are a few still around, then there's a good probability you dislike this record. The release of POP had been rushed. The band simply ran out of time in the making of it, so since it had already been pushed it back several times, the band went on to publish an unpolished version of POP.

Not only was this album unfinished, but the record's rawness didn't quite soothe the fan's refined palate. So they dismissed it as U2 going all techno. The band was a sellout. They couldn't have been more wrong.

This album can be deceiving because many will struggle to find meaning beneath the cacophony of Mofo or the triviality of Discotheque. The tracks in POP are layered differently, but they all ultimately expose the listener to the state of bewilderment we're often faced with, call it faith, call it relationships or call it our own identity. POP might sound rough and incomplete, yet, in many ways, the record's imperfections reflect our own. 

But I'm not here to defend POP. I'm just nostalgic for the U2 that once was. In the 90's this band was at the peak of its fame, yet Bono and Co still pushed their creative confines. It was exactly that kind of mindset that led to the inception of Achtung Baby. POP might not be up there, but it's a unique and highly creative work of art from that same period.

After the release of POP, U2 decided to go back to basics. The idea behind the album that followed POP- All that you can't leave behind- made sense at the time, but it all went awry after that. The last two studio albums have been pathetic versions of the ballsy band U2 once was.

The Guardian's Kitty Empire epitomized it best on her review for their most recent work, Songs of Innocence: U2 is trying to sound "like Coldplay sounding like U2." U2 hasn't been the only band to meet this fate; the list of musicians, ranging from REM to Dave Matthews, is endless. So what is it? Do these artists just grow old? Do they simply run out of ideas? I doubt it. How would you then explain those artists like Beck, who've been around for decades, and whose music is still eclectic and relevant? 

Like Beck, U2 was taking those great leaps in the name of art. Like Beck, they were experimenting and willing to seek new journeys. In fact with POP, the band was not selling out, far from it. If anything, the band started to sell out the very moment it tried to sound like the old U2. The irony. 

And as I internalize all this, there's a question that keeps pestering me. Who am  I? Beck or U2? 

Use it

We're not fleas. We might let our anxieties and fears get the best of us; our survival instinct might play dirty tricks on us and make us resist change, but unlike fleas, humans have a brain that has evolved beautifully over the span of time. Unlike fleas, humans have the mental capacity to break down boundaries and explore.

The reason though that many of us choose not to use it is that it's an easier option. After all, when we choose to conform, we're not isolating ourselves from the rest of the fray, we're becoming part of it. And that's when the instinct kicks in again: we feel safe.

In my ten plus years of teaching, I've always found comfort in being part of a system and simply fulfilling my role within it. I just carried on with my work and did it mindlessly. It wasn't until I started reading educational literature that the deep questions started to flow, and the more I questioned, the more I realized that that we perceived the educational system just like fleas perceived their space. We fabricated mental boundaries that were holding us back.

So I chose to take a leap and be part of a startup company, the Innovation Academy, and set out to explore the unfamiliar. At this point, you might expect me to say that everything came up roses, but it didn't. Innovation is a darn hard process. Yet it was only through those hardships that I was able to learn these invaluable life lessons.

Feedback 

Some weeks ago, Matthias, a student of mine, wrote about how we have to use the feedback others give us to improve rather than letting ourselves feel diminished by it. I couldn't agree more, but here's the caveat: one has to always sift through the feedback and get rid of the pushback that comes from the naysayers. The naysaying is a result of people feeling threatened by what they don't know. Having said that, Bill, Corey and I have been very lucky to be challenged by people who genuinely care about what we're doing. Those are usually the people whose comments might be discomforting and messy, but at the end of the day, there would not be an IA if it wasn't for the feedback that forces us to think and question.

Photograph: Richard Rutledge/Merce Cunnigham Trust 

Self-doubt 

Like falling, self doubt can be an asset; it all a matter of perception. When we tread an unfamiliar path, we're bound to be faced with self-doubt, because novelty leaves little room for certainty. But when we harness it, we'll discover that the very emotion that once terrified us can indeed give us momentum. Often times this year, I've come to the realization that the doubts I used to loath so much, were in fact a blessing in disguise; as I learned to coexist with and seek to understand those doubts, I was able to question more and iterate forward. I'll even go as far as saying that if you're not doubting yourself, you should start to worry.

Time

One of the biggest misconceptions is that change can be instant. Disclaimer: it's not. It might take ages before you can start seeing the fruits of your labour if you'll ever be lucky enough to see them in the first place. So it's not just about dealing with uncertainty, but most importantly, you have to be able to power through it all over a long period of time. When I started teaching the IA, I assumed it would all fall into place straight away, and I couldn't have been more wrong. The process is strenuous and intense.  Thankfully, on those murky days,  I can latch to purpose, my inner bearing. The bottom-line is that, even though the process is messy and daunting, I've never felt this alive before.

I'll end this post in the same way that I started it: we're not fleas. We might have our flaws, our fears and our insecurities, but at the end of the day, we have no excuse. A bird's purpose is to fly, man's to tinker.

Don't be naive

Mark Zuckenberg and Steve Jobs dropped out of college and went on to change the world. Does it mean that you have to be a college dropout to leave your own dent? Of course not. 

You also don't have to attend Northern Michigan University just because Howard Schultz did and you want to become a great CEO someday. 

I majored in Italian and trust me that's not THE route to international teaching.

There's no such thing as a single path in life. If you believe it, you'd be ignoring the biggest variable, you. There are stories though, plenty of them, and you, my friend, will get to tell yours one day.

Keep calm and...yeah right

I remember the scene very vividly in my head. I was 21 years-old and had gone to pay my annual car insurance fee. As I sat and waited, I recall staring at the employees there. They were mostly in their mid-twenties and they seemed to go along their day with little concern for time or deadlines. But then, this gangly guy wearing a large suit caught my attention. He was somewhere in his early forties. He kept fidgeting uncontrollably and was sweating profusely as he wobbled from one cubicle to the next. He was the manager, but you wouldn't have been able to tell from his demeanor. The man in the shapeless suit who was having an awful day was at the mercy of his awkward gesticulations. He looked pathetic not only in my eyes, but, I guess, also in those of his colleagues who clearly didn't seem to care enough about his work-related woes. The 21 year-old me who thought he could be immune from all kind of mundane stress, smirked and thought to himself: "How pathetic, I'll never go down that road."

So, you can see where this is going, right? 14 years later I did end up going down that path and some weeks ago I came to that realization. I was having a bad day and caught myself going through the same comical motions as those of that unfortunate gangly guy years before.  I might not have been wearing a baggy suit, but I'm pretty sure I was having a mini-meltdown, and thank god, there were no 21 year-olds in the room looking at me. But looking back, I've had other ones and yes, students have seen me in such state.

The bottom line is that I was never immune from life's hurdles after all. And now that I'm coming to terms with my fragility in the face of stress, I know I need to have some coping mechanisms to deal with it. But no matter how many self-help books you might read, the hours of meditation you might invest and the countless counseling sessions, the fact is that you'll always find yourself in those kind of situations that too often will take the best out of you. So if there's one take-away, it's this one: do something in your life that's worthwhile. Choose a calling over a career, because when you will have to endure those humbling situations, it won't all be in vain.  Most importantly, don't be the laid-back colleague who could care less.

The power of grassroots movements

Last week, I attended the four-day Innovate conference hosted by the Graded School in Sao Paulo. This year, the title of the conference was reimagining school; well, on paper this sounds straightforward enough, but in reality, teachers and administrators are faced with daunting structural limitations that curb their outreach.

So on my way back to Lima, I was left with more questions than answers: how much autonomy do teachers and administrators really have when it comes to reimagining education? Why are elite international schools some of the most timid when it comes to innovation? Should a school’s main purpose be solely to prepare students for university?

What’s certain though is that there are many educators out there who are trying to leave a mark. At the conference, I sat in on some thought-provoking presentations about technology in education,
redesigning learning spaces and student data. All these are great tools at our disposal, but they’re ineffective if we end up shoving them into the traditional 7 period schedule.

That schedule represents the educational paradigm that once was, but which, sadly, continues to be.  And in this constraining model, it’s easier to teach the same content to everyone, to stifle relevance and to test rather than to reimagine.

Andressa Lutiano

But it doesn't have to be this way. There are passionate educators out there who in the face of all these obstacles are still willing to search for ways of making the most with less. At the conference, we met Andressa Lutiano who started the Wish Bilingual School in a suburban area outside of Sao Paolo in 2008. She took this massive undertaking because she wanted her daughter to have a more purposeful learning experience. Even though she has very limited resources, her team is still able to put into practice a solid pedagogy for some hundred lucky K-11 students who get to collaborate across year levels on hands-on projects and get to plan their own weekly work schedule.

In Sao Paolo we also visited a small democratic school called Escola Politeia. Like Wish Bilingual School, it gives students a plenty of autonomy. They are the ones who get to choose the topics they want to learn and have a say in the big decisions that the school makes. In their assemblies, kids get to discuss how to best allocate the resources the school has and take a vote. The school might not have state-of-the-art facilities, but as we walked through those rooms, we could sense that what gels that community is the strong sense of identity it has. In that context, money becomes secondary.

Students from Escola Politeia

And these are only two examples of grassroots movements that are leaving a dent because their love for learning defies the educational status quo many schools find themselves in; in these blooming ecosystems, educators have the autonomy to iterate outside the boundaries of traditional education and that's true innovation.

These homegrown movements are distinct from one another; they all have their own dynamic and vibrant culture which reflects the community they’re in. What they do share is an unrelenting commitment to providing a learning experience that’s relevant, highly collaborative and transdisciplinary.  They’re indeed a reminder for all of us that we can indeed reimagine education.

Life according to Werner and Santi

Werner Herzog’s a peculiar guy. He has eaten his own shoe after losing a bet, he has jumped in a cactus field for the sole entertainment of his crew and cast, and has even gone as far as threatening to shoot the life out of the acting prima donna, Klaus Kinski on the set of Aguirre the Wrath of God.

It’s clear that nothing Werner says or does should surprise you too much. But even so, his view on happiness comes right out of leftfield:

““I barked at a Hare Krishna disciple one time at the Miami airport because he insisted I take the book he was offering. “Aren’t you interested in happiness,” he asked. “No!”” (Werner Herzog- a guide for the perplexed)

Is this just a rant of a cranky old man? We couldn't be more mistaken to think so. The reason that Werner doesn’t seek happiness is that he knows too well.  He can see right through the empty charm of such promises.

Santiago Gavidia has only lived a fifth of Werner's life. Santi is still a high schooler. He might not know all the ins and outs of life, but he certainly has profound things to say about our quest for happiness:

"People seem to be scared of sadness (at least I sort of  am), like we are supposed to be happy all the time, and in this eternal pursuit of happiness we forget that contrast is key. Sad moments eventually lead to happy times as so on. I guess if you're doing what you love most with the people that you love, you'll find your place in this world." (Santi's blog)

Santi is up to something here. If happiness is not a constant and it intertwines with sadness, then what is it that we should really aspire for in life? Finding purpose is key.

We live in a world often defined by vanity metrics. We look up to those metrics because of our unrelenting need of instant gratification that we equate to happiness. We chase the elusive ideal of happiness instead of asking ourselves if we’re serving our purpose. While fulfillment is a state of mind, happiness is a fleeting moment, just like serenity, self-doubt and fear.

Football is indeed one of the greatest metaphor of life, so here it goes: if we spend our lives pursuing happiness, we’d be just as foolish as the football supporter who’s expecting to see nothing else but goals scored by his favourite team  in a single game. The fans go to the stadium knowing that those ninety minutes will encompass an assortment of emotions, and that’s exactly what makes them love the game. The goal is merely a climax resulting from the combination of all those emotions. And often times-especially if you're an Inter supporter- that goal might not even come. But if you remove all those emotions you’d be killing the very game.

And this is why Werner dismissed that Hare Krishna monk. Werner found fulfillment in doing what he loves most: filmaking. But this was no bed of roses and he knew it too well. When he was filming Aguirre the Wrath of God in Peru, he often had to resort to humbling measures to make ends meet such as trading personal belongings for sacks of rice. He also had to fend off the naysayers, those who questioned his rather unorthodox vision and stand his ground.  When he came up with the idea of dragging a ship over a mountain in the thick Peruvian jungle on the set of Fitzcarraldo, people thought he had lost his mind. He was faced with many setbacks while creating that masterpiece, yet he persevered. Werner's life has been cast with struggle, but he has endured it all, because he knew that the road to fulfillment is an uphill battle.

If we spend our life chasing unrealistic goals we'll become frustrated and dissatisfied. With purpose comes perspective and that’s when those mundane emotions such as happiness, sadness and uncertainty take a whole new meaning.