



Dear Students,
Technology offers countless benefits, but there are considerations for how to use it responsibly. This letter summarizes some research about the impact of cell phones on learning and presents class protocols to improve our learning and our tech habits. Research is ongoing and we will continue to explore it. It is our aim to individually and jointly achieve excellence. Aristotle wrote, “Excellence is an art won by training and habituation… We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.”
More Easily Distracted
Ophir, Eyal, Nass, Clifford, and Wagner, Anthony. (2009). “Cognitive control in media multitaskers.”
Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences (PNAS). Volume 106, Number 37: 15583-15587.
Impairs Working Memory
Uncapher, Melina, Thieu, Monica, and Wagner, Anthony. (2016). “Media multitasking and memory:
Differences in working memory and long-term memory.” Psychonomic Bulletin & Review. 483-490, DOI: 10.3758/s13423-015-0907-3.
Mere Presence of Cell Phones Distracts Subjects
Thornton, Bill, Faires, Alyson, Robbins, Maija and Rollins, Eric. (2014). “The Mere Presence of a Cell
Phone May be Distracting: Implications for Attention and Task Performance.” Social Psychology. 45. 479-488. 10.1027/1864-9335/a000216.
Habitual Cell Phone Use Makes Us More Easily Bored and Less Able to Think Deeply
Habitual use of various technologies appears to be altering how we shape and choose to interact with our worlds. Adam Gazzaley and Larry Rosen in their book, The Distracted Mind: Ancient Brains in a High-Tech World, discuss how the rapid pace of texting, online task switching, email traffic, video and audio consumption, and the like may be decreasing the time associated with the onset of boredom. In other words, by consuming more and more streams of information and experiences we feel sufficiently stimulated. However, limitations of our cognitive bandwidth only allow for more cursory explorations of this information rather than deeper experiences and learning.
I experience similar struggles in my own life. This endeavor will be challenging for all of us but I hope to enhance our individual and collective potentials. The following protocols reflect what a group of concerned teachers believes are reasonable guidelines to foster productive and meaningful classroom environments for the upcoming year. Let us strive for excellence with the following habits!
Cell Phone Protocols
Aunt Pauline started painting in her sixties,
little watercolors of beach scenes and roses,
matted and framed on her kitchen walls.
Her football-coach husband seemed mystified
by her sudden secret life. Each Tuesday
she packed her paints and set off for class
with 80-something Mitch Mendelson,
the watercolor king of Englewood, New Jersey.
Put a little red, he’d say, in each painting,
and she’d comply. Each week a new picture
was framed and hung, soon covering
the dining room, the living room, even
the basement man cave–a little red in each.
At Mitch’s funeral, she put a red ribbon in his casket.
First appeared in Nine Muses Poetry
She’s the three-legged boxer
sniffing azaleas in the yard.
She’s the rose’s thorny stem,
the trike-riding toddler
looping circles round his drive.
She’s the station-wagoned housewife
rushing to the store,
the jogger, brisk walker,
cell-phone stroller, careful cat.
She’s the mailman posting letters,
children laughing on the bus,
loosened-tie commuters.
She’s a roaring fire truck.
She’s the streetlight blinking dimly,
the sneak-a-smoke teen,
the wonton delivery boy,
the neighbors’ whelping hound,
She’s the cop. She’s the phone call,
an old, suspicious van.
When the traffic calms to whisper
and night obstructs her view,
she lies beneath her blankets
and thinks about the day.
She brings the boxer
to the rose stem, joggers
to the van. The mailman greets
the walkers. The housewife takes a call.
She’s the point between each being
wobbling into dreams.
Originally appeared in Theodate