For those of us old fogies who came of age before smart phones and iPads, the selfie can be quite confusing.
Why, why, why would you want to go to beautiful places and then just take pictures of your crazy faces. And nothing else. No cows. No farm. No carousels. No boats. No water. No YMCA. No beach, really.
Just faces. And bodies.
To me, it feels more than just a bit narcissistic. But I think I’m just old.
It’s just what kids do, I think.
And maybe I’m just cynical.
Students who have never held cameras are given these fancy things and take dozens and dozens of pictures. I think I must have done that with my first digital camera, just to see how it works. Not to mention to see how I looked in pictures.
It was immediate feedback.
We could take pictures, and if it wasn’t just outstanding, we could try it again. How fun is that?
- Self-motivation. (What is more motivating than my beautiful face–beautiful if only for the fact that it is the familiar in a sea of unknowns?)
- Risk-taking. (It’s just hard to put yourself out there, especially when you feel crappy. But everybody’s doing it.)
- Immediate feedback and correction. Writing and revising. (If at first you don’t succeed, take pictures till you run out of space on your device.)
How much more Common-Core-y can you get? This is what we want. Enjoyment factor. No fear of errors. Trying until you get it right.
Maybe I ought to make peace with the selfie. For at least the next week. Till all this is finally over and summer comes and I can start planning for next year.
Here’s a rough draft of what will be our final projects. Take it away, superstar: