When the teacher becomes a student…
Wonder and worry exist in unison, as my mother stares at the laptop screen. Her old world has crumbled, familiarity is slipping away. Leaving behind the firm grip of the chalk, with trembling hands, she embraces the keyboard — a letter at a time, slow yet steady. "Don't worry, tech is easy," I’m about to utter, as an image flashes in my head. It’s me standing at the edge of the swimming pool, fear coursing through my veins, as I take one step forward, two steps behind. She’s afraid too — of taking the plunge, of letting go. There's comfort in familiarity, uncertainty breeds fear. “Ctrl + A, Ctrl + C, Ctrl + V; how difficult can it be? Tech is your friend, just focus on your content.” But along with text, she's also aligning her thought process. From answering questions, she’s now asking them; from an experienced teacher, she's transitioned into a curious learner. Her tryst with technology is like a new flavour meeting your palate. Some foods you take to immedi...