Stephen,
I hear you champing at the bit. Are you a student, a teacher, or a gadfly? (these can be found indoors and outdoors, and the bite is the same
We do need gadflies. I think they are endangered.
Look, the nicer it is, the longer we must stay in. And when we go out, we must watch the time because we have to go in soon. You know the drill.
If you must be inside, time passes joyfully when play is driving the experience. Take, as an example, ye old book report. Yawn. 10th grade. Biography on Henrik Ibsen. Tasks: Read the book. Write the report. Read the report. Class: Listen to each classmate's report ad nauseum droneum to tearsum. And now what do we really recall? What deserves our majestic capacity for recall and meaning? Certainly not a monotone litany of book reports.
Now, if you were to
play with this, and, say, make a
papertalker puppet version of Mr. Ibsen, the student would 1) read the book with, say, seven interview questions in mind; 2) prepare to answer them. (They would be 'asked' by the teacher or a classmate.) 3) In class, being interviewed, Mr. Ibsen would talk about his life and plays. 4) He would get some laughs with a joke or a stumble or two.
Using play as a governing principle, the teacher is choosing to have the class entertained and captivated by the
playful experience of having Mr. Ibsen literally show up and be part of the class for a very memorable moment in time--to the point where you might see insights, observations, and questions expressed --and presto chango--the teacher has broken through the old patterns of communication, using the elements of movement, emotion, the hand, and play. In effect, if you are not literally outdoors, you have escaped outside the box. I rest my case. Not a bad deal.
Stephen! Take your head off the desk, right now, or off to the office with you. I just wanted to compliment you, and thank you for your dissatisfaction. We should all be more than fed up with the old-school nonsense by now.