Somewhere in the middle of a school day, somewhere in the middle of the school year—a good friend and the former music teacher at the middle school where I teach stopped by to say hello on his way to a workshop in a nearby district. We barely had five minutes to catch up with one another when he found himself being dragged off to lunch by other former colleagues while I was summoned by the same bell to follow a different agenda; I had a class to teach. As he walked away, Jim turned his head back toward me and said simply but sternly over his shoulder: “Mark Prensky’s (2006)Don’t Bother Me Mom, I’m Learning. Read it.” I had never heard of the book or its author, but I trusted Jim to know both my interests and useful material.

Licensed reuse rights only
You do not currently have access to this chapter.
Don't already have an account? Register

Purchased this content as a guest? Enter your email address to restore access.

Please enter valid email address.
Email address must be 94 characters or fewer.