The Intro. to New Media Studies class today was pretty explosive. I had assigned excerpts in The New Media Reader from McLuhan’s Gutenberg Galaxy and The Medium is the Message. I was up this morning about 5, reading some insightful and tremendously inspiring blog posts from the class. A couple of the posts were especially provocative, hortatory, probing. As it turns out, there was one highly engaged post I couldn’t understand fully. On the way in to school, I puzzled over what had led the student to make what I was fairly certain, but not altogether sure, was a mistaken identification of one of McLuhan’s references. I concluded that McLuhan’s reference to Coleridge must have been the thing the student couldn’t quite pinpoint. As I considered what I thought to be the mistake and a probable cause, it occurred to me that the mistake actually pointed to a deep and important connection that I should consider more carefully than I had. In other words, what I thought to be the student’s mistake, and my own attempts to diagnose its cause, stimulated my thinking in some very fruitful ways, to the point that I couldn’t wait to get the conversation started.
When I got to class, I asked the student for clarification, and as soon as the student realized the mistake, the student became embarrassed. I was dismayed by the embarrassment and tried to tell the student how thought-provoking and rewarding I had found the experience of grappling with the question of whether a mistake had been made and if so, how. The student replied with more embarrassment. In my ardent attempts to frame the mistake as a portal, I finally blurted out, “Penicillin was a mistake!” and then carried on with some reflections on how we must trust each other with our mistakes. We must be willing to open our minds to each other as we learn, and endure our mistakes, and be alert to the possibilities of learning that mistakes can reveal or even inadvertently stimulate. I said to myself how terrible it was that schooling had kept mistakes from being turned into opportunities while the learning was taking place. What messages have the designs of schooling sent to me, and to my students, when the rightful desires for accuracy and precision become massive inhibitions that block the revelations that are one or two steps away?
I hope the penicillin story was helpful. I followed it up with one of my favorite aphorisms, from Pasteur: “chance favors the prepared mind.” I thought again how vital trust is for any community, but especially a community of learning. I hoped against hope that the student understood how grateful I was for a risk, a mistake, and an opportunity for deeper engagement with the essay.
We’ll see.
EDIT: Re-reading this post, I see I left out one of the more interesting small ironies: I was mistaken about what had caused the student’s mistake. It wasn’t the Coleridge reference, it was confusion over the name Adam Smith. But behold another portal! My search for a plausible error-diagnosis led me astray in terms of the student’s mistake, but led me on quite effectively to focus my attention on a passage I’d not yet fully mined. There’s some elasticity of inquiry here, as well as a willingness to be entertained and instructed by one’s own great big floppy clown shoes. I’m working on loving my clown shoes and following where they lead, when I have the patience and grace for it.