Futuristic Schools
Fernico Brahms Day Off
It's Saturday morning. Fernico Brahms has school today. School on a Saturday? Yes, because it's 2027, and you can go to school on Saturday if you've missed a day during the preceding week. Fernico doesn't want to go because his school has a soccer game against another elementary school in the district, and Fernico is the star player. He didn't go to school on Wednesday because of an injury from Tuesday's game, and now he has to make up for the day he missed.
Then Fernico has a bright idea. He will do his work from home. So he opens up his laptop, uses his password and signs into the class wiki on 'The Eradication of Cancer'. Fernico groans. He was asleep during class, and he doesn't even know what cancer is! So he has to go to wikipedia.org to get a detailed definition before he proceeds. Fernico reads for about thirty minutes and thinks he has a fairly good idea about what the disease is, and what it used to do to humans before it was eradicated. Normally, he dislikes these history lessons, but the wikipedia entry had some fabulous links to Flickr photos that grossed him out. And even in 2027, teenage boys like gross things. He sighs as he checks into Bloglines to see what assignments his teacher, Mr. Fink has posted for homework. He hopes his assignment doesn't take long. He sees that he must create a blog on what he has learnt. He smiles as he thinks of the gross photos he will upload into his blog, and he may even add a podcast with some scary music for emphasis. He thinks, this will take 10 minutes tops. He finishes in 8. Suddenly, the videophone rings. Quickly, he tries to cover the screen with a sheet but he is too late. The face of his mother appears and she looks at him accusingly. "I knew you would do your work up in your room instead of down here in your classroom." He sees the camera above the videophone moving around and he groans because he knows his room looks like a plane had landed in there. She continues her tirade, "What would it take for you to come down one flight of stairs to school?" He knows his mother well. Now she will remind him of how it used to be back in the day. "When I was a little girl, I had to take a bus to school. All you have to do is use the computer that the Department of Education sent you. And it's free too! When I went to school, I had to buy books!" She disconnects, and he returns to his laptop. At least she didn't take away his laptop like she did the last time he pulled that stunt. He pulls up his schedule from the toolbar and notices that he has Economics next. He clicks on the subject in his schedule and he is linked to what was done. Today he has to study questionable banking practices. He clicks on the link to the teacher's website on the lesson and in 5 minutes he has a grasp of what he has to do. He grins. He will soon be finished. At this rate, he'll be able to watch the top ten music videos, play a few games online and still make it to the soccer game. He clicks on Google Earth and types in the address of a small island in the Bahamas. The virtual globe begins to move away from New York, where Fernico lives, to the island. Fernico zooms in and looks at the structure of the island. He notices that there seems to be only one tiny town on the island. There are few streets, and only one main road. He zooms in again and is able to read the names of the buildings on the roofs. He locates the one bank on the island and realizes that it is conveniently located close to the port. He says "Word." into the laptop and Microsoft Word version 94 pops up. A virtual office assistant of a beautiful woman immediately appears and asks, "Fernico, what would you like me to type for you today?'' She walks over to a virtual desk and waits for him.
He commands' The bank is strategically located for offshore dealings." She hits one key and then says, "Done. What should I save as?"
"Save as Detective Notes."
Suddenly, he hears a knock on his door. It is his mother.
"Come in." he says wearily. She has come to see for herself what he is up to.
She asks, "Fernico, why aren't you doing your school work?"
"I am."
"But what is all this about offshore banking?"
"It's a topic we're doing in Economics."
"But what does offshore banking have to do with education? We never did that in elementary school. Is that on the curriculum?"
"Actually I don't think it is. You forget Mom, that the curriculum is not as rigid as it used to be. The topic just came up in class and we wanted to know more about it. So Mr. Peach is teaching us how to manage our finances, to look at all the ways people bank, both good and bad. We analyze, compare and contrast, so we can make informed choices when we have to."
"So what are you going to do now?" He realized that his mother was becoming interested in what he was doing. That's what he liked about school. It was so exciting. The topics they did!They were so interesting, it was all about real life. Mr. Peach called it 'Authentic Learning'.
"Well, the angle I'm taking is that I'm a detective investigating a widow who has stashed some money in an offshore banking. I'm going to email my friends in class to see if they'd like to get together for us to do a short film. I hardly get to see them now that I'm in elementary school and I'm considered an independent learner."
"That sounds great. Be sure to put a copy in my email, so I can forward it to your grandparents." As she left the room, she pondered. With the web 2.0 there were so many changes in education over the last 30 years, some good some bad, but if she had to be honest, it was mostly good. At first, she had felt the changes were too many, and too soon, but everyone had to deal with them. The thing she found most now, was that Fernico enjoyed school. He had fun researching topics. His classwork and assignments always seemed to be some kind of professional presentation and she loved showing her friends and co-workers all the cool things he did. As she took the meat out of the freezer for dinner, she heard Fernico's footsteps on the stairs.
"Where are you off to, young man?" she asked.
"Bernard just text me to meet him at the mall. We're going shopping for new cleats. And, before you ask, Yes, I've finished everything."
She shook her head in amazement. Text had become a verb. And schoolwork was not the drudgery it used to be. It was so easy now, kids just seemed to zip right through it.
"And one more thing. Could I have a thousand dollars, please?"
"A thousand dollars! What happened to the thousand dollars I gave you on Monday?"
"I bid for some obsolete music player called an ipod on Ebay. It looked so cool, I added it to my collection of memorabilia. Imagine having a separate player, when your watch does everything for you. " He shook his head and walked out of the door.
His mother watched him and thought to herself. The one thing they should not have changed is the eight required hours of schooling. With this new system of school's over when your work's done, her son often had almost the whole day off!









