Date
Name
Kezsah
Location
Mudgee NSW 2850
Australia
Well here I am...
Period 8 Friday afternoon, in the computer lab, trying to encourage a group of elite Year 10 students to take on the 'The Diary Files' and demonstrate their prowess with a keyboard.
It's been a tough year in teaching. Everyone talks about how Covid 19 has changed the world; how we live, how we work, how we eat, how we socialise but, no-one wants to talk about the things that have stayed the same. Same things will always stay the same regardless of war, plague or natural disaster.
When Australia experienced unprecedented bush fires last summer, teenagers still moaned when their parents asked them to do something. They still fell in love, out of love, over love, and they still fought with their friends for saying something about their love. They still played games, even if it was footy on the smoke filled beach at Mallacoota. They still played Pacman, like some sort of 'rebel without a cause' imitator from 1980. Some middle aged dude is probably reliving his own youth, working from home on his computer and playing pacman at the same time, in an attempt to procrastinate on an ardous policy document.
Some things never change. Young adults, teetering on the edge of a new world, are all things. They are children. They are adults. They are hopeful and they are hopeless. They hold the future in their hands but feel no responsibility. They mock and condemn their predecessors, making 'Karen' into an insult, with no comprehension of the extraordinary power they possess to control the world with their words.
...and here they are, playing computer games instead of recording it all for the future generations. Such a shame.