Time–technology time, at least–is moving incredibly fast.
I’m closer to 60 than 50, though just barely. Like everyone else my age, I grew up with a single telephone on the wall, although I was still fairly young when we had a second line installed. Phones with cords, of course.
In my mid-30s I got a pager, and I think I still have, somewhere in a drawer, the first cell phone I bought nearly 20 years ago. 300 minutes of talk time, and I usually used all of them without even trying. My watch today has many times the amount of memory my first few computers had, and I’m amazed at the capabilities of my “phone.”
I laughed at all of this today when a student asked me if I have to take a computer with me when I move from school to school. I’m a STEM coach, and I work in four different schools in the district.
“Yes,” I told him. “I’ve got a few with me.”
“A few? How many do you carry?”
As I gave him my answer, I thought about what my chiropractor would say.
“Well, I’ve got my laptop. That’s my main computer. I’ve also got an older iPad. I use it to teach my coding lessons (K-5). Plus, I’ve also got my new iPad.” I still haven’t transferred all of the files from the old one, but I’ll do it soon. Sure I will.
“Wow, you’ve got three computers?”
“Well, I’ve also got an Android tablet that I’m using for a class I’m taking.”
I thought about it for a second. “And, I suppose, my phone counts, and technically my watch does too.”
Okay, really–I don’t need all of those, but I do use most of them on a daily basis.
I decided not to tell him about the third iPad in my bag that I was delivering to a teacher. That one really doesn’t count.
Truth be told, sometimes I miss a simpler life, one that’s lived on the end of a curly cord.