* Fickle Technology

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To paraphrase a former IT specialist: “You can love Technology but you can’t trust him.”

I wanted to wring Technology’s neck yesterday.  He promised me the moon: Discovery Education, Reading A-Z, BrainPop, and Google docs, to name a few.  He left me holding dust.

My student uses eye gaze for communication, so at least we had Tobii Dynavox I-12 and Communicator 5.  Technology pretended not to care; after all, he had reduced me to pen, paper, and my phone’s wireless hotspot.  I tried not to think about the gigabytes we were whizzing through, dollar signs soaring around the classroom.

To make matters worse, Technology told me there was no hope for today, either.  “I’m on a 24 hour freeze, darlin’.  But I’ll be back.  You can count on me.”  Sure.  I’ve heard that line before.

I used to pack a first aid kit, a safety net if Technology pulled a fast one.  I kept all manner of printed materials that would bypass fickle Technology.  I’d show him!  But when I was on crutches, I could only stuff essentials into a huge backpack.  As I’ve limped around with the compression boot, that backpack has been a lifesaver.  All the while, I’ve had this niggling sense of vulnerability without that kit.  “Don’t be silly,” I told myself. Technology has turned a corner.”  He looked genuinely heartbroken when I brought up his past failings. “Look at all I’ve done for you!” he’d proclaim defensively.

Technology jumped off the wagon with glee yesterday.  Today he’ll probably give me roses.