GTA for Admin - Ineffable
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Ok, I’m going to come right out and be wide open about this. Some of you are going to read this and think, “Miguel, come on, you have got to be kidding!” But the truth is far simpler than that.
In fact, I’m reminded of a conversation a colleague grown famous and I had long ago before her work carried her to distant shores and other priorities claimed our time. She said something along the lines of, “You know, Miguel, this is my time…a time for people who can speak well, but maybe aren’t such eloquent writers. Your time is past…” The impression of what she said is what remains in my mind, like an ineffable sketch on wet sand by the seashore.
The challenge of trying to create a video rises up in my head like an unassailable rockface. I stand at the foot of the mountain, hoping for inspiration and realizing that nothing, nothing is coming. I am a writer, a wordsmith who delights in the play of light among invisible words, not a master of an art, merely someone who enjoys simple delights of words cast like bones to foretell the unknowable. Yet, the task of crafting a video is beyond me. I not only find myself empty-handed, but rejected at the task required of the Google Teacher Academy for Admin. I’d paint a mural, but art and video are linked, mathematical constructs that leave me tongue-tied, blind to what might be, could be.
In short, I will not apply for the GTA for Admins to be held in San Antonio, Tx. My graceless video will not find its way, much like my feet never found their way on a modern dance floor, into the halls of the GTA. I am unworthy to join those teachers who work with multimedia, whose voices never grow still in when called upon, who embrace silence at their peril.
Silence cloaks my work, my words a simple garment, quiet, inaudible, perhaps even without value in this environment of media and sound. Like a mute beggar in the dark, I cannot spare the coin required for entry, a simple video that asks for a display of creativity. I cannot “give away what I do not own,” as my colleague said so succinctly, only weep that I shall not cross the threshold of imagination.
Go, my friends, apply for the GTA for Admin in San Antonio and know that if I cannot be with you, I am here in the silent night, lost in the spaces of your noisy creativity.
Update: Thanks to Clif Mims video comment. Ah, empathy. Thank goodness.
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