The Learner’s Journey
The Learner’s Journey: An Epic Poem
On a night not very long ago
To sleep I fell, with nowhere else to go
While studying for my days so weary
A dream I had of learning theory:
A man named Vygotsky roused my slumber,
About his social theory he quickly recited this number:
“As we learn through a more knowledgeable other,
Be my companion and I’ll be your guide!”
His musical intelligence, I saw he had lost,
His lack of rhyme chilled my soul like a frost.
While he could not represent ideas with sound,
Him I followed, his other multiple intelligences would abound.
Like that, this setting was changed
Everything I recognized had suddenly been rearranged
My working memory flew to my aid
Its job to absorb the new surrounding made
Information processing had taken over me,
To my long term memory, I prayed all would be
Sadly I knew this would never be true
My thoughts fell to dissipation, which grew and grew
In a classroom I soon found us to be
But the students within lacked strategy
A Clinical Interview, did I quickly take
To assure each student had some make
It described to me how each one learned,
But was not practical, as each student yearned
To other methods, then did I turn
Summative assessment, represents what they learn
A Student-centered classroom had now been made
My job done, although I am not paid
The Instructional Strategies of Marzano of great use
In combination with reinforcement made the classroom loose
All these notions, to me, Vygotsky had shown,
Even though many were not his own,
With parting glance he said releasing:
“May your ZPD, be ever increasing”
Through his scaffolding did I see
That learning occurs through processes three:
By means of Apprenticeship do we see
That novices become experts timely
Our cognitive development plays an important role
Its different stages rooted deeply within our soul
Acommodation, and Disequilibrium change our schema often
As we grow our Concrete operations soften
And lastly value must we always have completely
For only that can yield the knowledge we keep so sweetly
If in combination with this punishment do we avoid
We imitate John Bosco, who’s students were always overjoyed
Through my dreams, all this had I learned
Only through self-regulated learning could I seek what I yearned
Truly, my motivation had been restored
But the thought of sleeping…I now deplored.
