Saturday, July 12, 2025

Editorial

 

I left my English classroom over a decade ago, but long before that I was feeling the effects of this new-fangled internet. I had assigned yet another writing piece for one of my International Baccalaureate classes. As a teacher you become familiar with your students’ writing style and abilities and what sounds false. I discovered that even back then I only needed to type a suspicious phrase into Google and I could find the true source. Sure enough, 75% of one girl’s submission was not her own. And she wasn’t the first to think that moving words from someone else’s writing into her own was perfectly fine.

 

          I can’t even imagine trying to combat this attitude in today’s world.

 

“The End of the Essay”, an article by Hija Hsu in my latest issue of The New Yorker gave me one more reason to embrace my retirement from teaching. It’s about the effect of AI on college writing.

          For example, one student interviewed needed to write a paper for art-history class. His solution was to photograph a museum’s exhibition, with each painting’s description for gallery goers, and then he uploaded everything to an AI program, telling it to produce a paper. After telling AI to tailor it to better answer the professor’s assignment, he submitted the final version to class and received an A-.

 

          In the future, will anyone be able to read something, think critically about it, and then write an opinion on it? Will we all have forgotten how to think?


          This morning, I picked up my local paper and found an article about a Massachusetts professional development course that some high school teachers are taking this summer.

          This $135,000 program is “designed to provide high school educators with the tools, knowledge and network to bring artificial intelligence into their classrooms.”

          Know thine enemy is one thing but here’s my question – Is this a Trojan horse? Shouldn’t we be trying harder to keep artificial intelligence out of our classrooms?

Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Back Woes

 

At 3 a.m., after climbing out of bed to slather CBD cream on my right side, while I waited for it to (hopefully) do something, I had time to ponder. Wouldn’t it be nice if our bodies provided some kind of early warning system before misery hits?

Monday, July 7, 2025

Growing and Viewing

 



This fella was outside the window as I wrote.   


Sunday was a bit aimless, although I did get a few things done.

  


        It began with my usual yoga class, which passes in stages - Denial (this is killing my knee, why am I here?), Acceptance (okay, at least this pose doesn’t hurt), Relief (I can do this, glad I came, happy it’s over).

Saturday, July 5, 2025

Flowery Fourth

 




The two of us spent the Fourth at our son’s in Providence, R.I.

Friday, July 4, 2025

Independence

 

          Independence is a wonderful thing in its many forms.

Monday, June 30, 2025

There's no place like home

 


In a reversal of the ‘no room at the inn’ motif, My Guy and I booked ourselves into a hotel for the family weekend gathering in New Jersey (which was fabulous, by the way).

Sunday, June 29, 2025

Making the moves

 


Tylenol for arthritis – check

CBD cream on my knee – check

A few limbering exercises before I leave – check

 

And I was off to try Tai Chi.

I’m ready to try anything since the Big A has muscled its way into my world this year, bringing all its luggage and showing no inclination to leave.