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MOOC Indulgence


Week 11 of my MOOCs indulgence—yes it is now an indulgence, I am addicted to education.  The other night, my family entered the darkened kitchen where I sat focused on a talking head on the computer screen in front of me while I simultaneously typed in trial bits of code. 

“Are we having dinner tonight mom?”

Really?  Was it time for dinner already?  But I had just sat down after lunch to watch a quick lecture and get caught up on one class.  I felt transported back to college days when I stayed up all night coding for the thrill of getting a program to compile and if I were lucky to actually spit out the correct answers, all formatted correctly before dawn broke.  Had I really returned to that lifestyle?  Clearly my focus on Coursera (my MOOC of choice at the moment) had gone too far. 

After throwing together dinner of some sort, I returned to my on-line class.  I went to the home page and looked at the big green button beckoning “Go to class”.  In small type, nearly hidden below it, I read ‘Un-enroll’.  I hovered my cursor over “Go to class”, then with a sigh, moved to “Un-enroll” and clicked.  A big red button filled my vision as if shouting at me, no don’t un-enroll, you’ll lose everything!  I calmly confirmed my exit, my retreat, my departure; with a sigh I un-enrolled.

I returned to my course listing and smiled—4 big green “Go to class” buttons remained—still plenty of learning to do, quizzes to take, discussion forums to participate in.  My on-line learning appetite is not quite curbed, I’ll just focus on less consuming courses.  

-free zone

My life has become a series of –free zones. My driver’s seat is a cell-free zone. The dinner table is a telephone-free zone (cell or land). I attempt to keep a computer-free zone in my family room and kitchen immediately after school to ensure I can focus on my children as they return home. Each of these zones is intended to reduce my multi-tasking.

I recently read, not to my surprise, that multi-tasking is an oxymoron. We cannot focus on two disparate tasks simultaneously. A condition that is abundantly clear as I attempt to write amid the chatter in the orthopedists’ waiting room. There’s the toddler dancing around the mom and continually chattering until the mom says, “behave or I’ll call daddy and then you’ll be in trouble.” (I didn’t think parent’s used this threat anymore). Then a quiet pause for 30 seconds or so followed by, “okay, call daddy.” Several other people waiting chuckle along with me. See, even in writing I have been completely unfocused by trying to blog while listening to idle chatter.

Sure, there are plenty of –free zone established for the comfort and safety of the public—smoke-free zones, cell phone-free zones, even backpack-free zones to improve security or minimize shoplifting. But my –free zones are more personal—an attempt to reduce the clutter in my mind and allow me to live in the present. Just this morning I found myself creating a daily to do list while I was in the shower, then I paused and thought to myself, the shower should be a list-free zone. Perhaps I have created a whole new compulsion— -free zones. Maybe I’ll create a –free zone-free zone…