The Evolution of Digital Reading

Gerd Leonhard.Flickr. 29 December 2015.

Do you prefer reading the news online or in a newspaper? How many times do you use the Internet? If you do you are becoming like the average reader. Digital reading has grown over the years in the work place, educational establishments, and home environments. According to Ferris Jabr, “in the U.S, e-books currently make up between 15 and 20 percent of all trade book sales” (“The Reading Brain in the Digital Age: The Science of Paper versus Screens”). Digital technology has changed the way we read in many ways, it is ubiquitous, convenient, and more generations are adapting to this style of reading. To cope with/ adjust to this schools should adapt to digital technology by teaching students how to use the web for educational purposes.

Digital reading is ubiquitous in our society (Murphy). Susanne Murphy, author of “Plagiarism is Dead; Long Live the Retweet: Unpacking an Identity Crisis in Digital Content” stated that we cannot get away from technology; it is now in our everyday lives. I agree with this because the ease of digital reading is beneficial compared to using printed books as a source of information. In my English class, we read articles online and can annotate while we read. Annotating and reading at the same time keeps you focused rather than scrolling and going to different websites.  Journalist Nicholas Carr stated that he “has been spending a lot of time online, searching and surfing and sometimes adding to the great databases of the Internet” (“Is Google Making Us Stupid”). In other words, Carr uses the Internet for more than just researching. He uses it during his free time to find out new information and he does not get too distracted because he is learning more from the Internet. I have experienced using the Internet since I was very young, as well as since I was able to read at age five. I used the Internet when I was younger to go on educational websites that had games to help me with reading. Now that I am older, I use the Internet for research and can annotate online.

In addition to digital reading being ubiquitous, it is also a more convenient way to stay updated with new information or to read novels by various authors. Instead of having to bring ten books along with us, technology allows us to have all the texts we need at the tips of our fingers, using any type of smart device. Scott Karp, who writes a blog about online media, recently “confessed that he has stopped reading books altogether even though in college he was a lit major” (qtd. in Carr). His confession in Carr’s article is important because he is saying that books have gone extinct to him because the web is more convenient, and he wonders if his style of thinking has changed. Scott has become more capable of just going to the Internet to search for what he needs to read or find out. Like Carr, I frequently use the Internet to search for something that I do not know, rather than searching through stacks of books that have the information I need. There have been many technological advancements such as smartphones, iPads and Kindles made available to readers. These devices are very lightweight, which makes it more portable. In the society we live in today, we always see people grab their cellphones before leaving the house. Engineers and designers have worked hard to make reading printed or digital text as simple as possible (Jabr).

Digital reading has become common amongst all generations. For instance, “in a viral YouTube video from October 2011 a one-year-old sweeps her fingers across an iPad screen, shuffling groups of icons. In the following scenes, she appears to pinch, swipe and prod the pages of paper magazines as though they too were screens” (Jabr). This shows how one-year-olds are even adapting to digital reading because of all the new technology. As in the video, I had experienced my god-niece using an iPad for educational purposes and she knows how to use it without a lot of assistance. I see why the girl in the video did not understand how to read a regular book. However, Carr stated, “we read more today than back in the day, our brains aren’t custom to digital text” (“Is Google Making Us Stupid?”). I think Nicholas Carr is mistaken because he overlooks how older generations such as people’s grandparents and parents know how to use iPads to surf the web for anything they need. In fact, many older people use the Internet as much as the younger generations.

According to a survey by Ziming Liu ,at San Jose State University “…..concluded that people reading on screens take a lot of shortcuts – they spend more time browsing, scanning and hunting for keywords compared with people reading on paper” (Jabr). The web has hyperlinks for readers to go to another article just in case they want to read other articles pertaining to a term or phrase written in the article. Similarity, Ferris Jabr’s studies concluded that people read more slowly and less accurately on computers than printed text or book (“The Reading Brain in The Digital Age: The Science of Paper versus Screens”). I oppose this statement because the style of reading depends on the attitude the reader has towards the content of the written work you are reading. For example, if one is not interested in what the author is writing about, he/she might not be able to focus on the text whether it is on paper or online. If the reader is interested in what they are reading, they will focus despite if it is on printed text or the web.

However younger generations usually use the web during their leisure time through interacting on certain socially driven websites such as Twitter, Snapchat, Facebook, Instagram, etc. Older generations also utilize these social media platforms as well, with Facebook being the most popular website, which means they are adapting to the new technology around us too. Generations will keep adapting to new technology advancements. These adaptations should include our schools. For instance, Susanne Murphy stated, “it is time to move beyond the gotacha games of traditional citation protocols” (“Plagiarism is dead; long live the Retweet: Unpacking an Identity Crisis in Digital Content”). According to Murphy, it is time for the educational system to advance in their ways such as changing the way we cite information because there are a variety of ways to cite. One way that has to do with generations growing is being able to retweet someone’s tweet on Twitter. It shows that you are directly thinking the same thing.

As a result, the education system should adapt to the digital age by educating everyone about new technology once it is available to everyone. Changing the way professors teach could consist of using updated sources and new technology people are interested in. For example, in schools and colleges we should be able to download our books through the app store and see it on our phones just like a regular book. Alternatively, if schools would be losing money, students should be able to get an iPad for the years that they are in school to read their textbooks and do homework.  Teachers should teach students to interact intelligently with online reading by teaching them programs such as hypothesis, also how to work twitter, and other social medias that would help them. In the future, I believe there will be a lot more advances in technology, perhaps even robots teaching our future generations. As a whole, we just have to educate ourselves on the new technology that we will be encountering soon and schools need to play a major role in helping with educating students.

The Genius that couldn’t hear

My name is Faith Tyson. This is the second semester of my freshman year. I just turned seventeen, meaning I was only sixteen when I started here. I graduated high school with a GPA of a four point eight five and one of the highest HSA and SAT scores in my school. Which led me to skip my whole junior year and go from a sophomore straight to a senior. Knowing that I was going to be one of, if not the only sixteen-year old here was terrifying. My reading, writing, and ability to learn fast got me thus far but I had no clue what was going to get me the rest of the way. I was scared, that when I got here I everybody was going to be way smarter than me, and the disability that I have hidden my whole life was actually going to come to the light and finally set me back.

 

It all began when I was two years old. My mother was in the kitchen and she dropped something, everybody jumped but I didn’t even flinch. As I continued to play with my toy she came up to me and asked me was I ok and did I hear what just happened. I shook my head no; and then looked around, everyone was looking at me and I couldn’t understand why. Until I looked at all the broken glass in front of me. It was then my mother realized something was wrong, I couldn’t hear. She tried to tell my doctors but they wouldn’t listen they claimed I had what every child had, which is what they called selective hearing. Of course, my mother being so stubborn and persistent, that answer was not good enough for her. So she took me to an ENT. They gave me my first ear test and it was discovered I had the ears of an eighty year old women at the age of two. I had holes in my eardrums and all these other problems that caused me not to be able to hear, and that is where my journey of surgeries began.

 

My mother and father refused to let me fall behind like the doctors claimed I would. I had all the books you could imagine that could fit in one area, it was a library in the back of my closet. They bought me every educational book and toy they could get their hands on. My favorite was the leapfrog tablet, my parents hated how much noise it made, but it kept me occupied. They even let me turn the volume up on my TV extra loud so I could the songs the wiggles would sing, or help Dora find the map. By the time I was four my hearing had gotten worst, but my parents got me tested to get put in school early anyway. Of course I got in. I struggled for a while because my parents didn’t want it to be known to everybody what was wrong with me, because my mom’s biggest fear was they would treat me different and she didn’t want that. I was four but I wasn’t stupid, I knew everything that was going on.

                                 

Leapfrog. Leapfrog Leappad2 learning tablet. Youtube.

 

By second grade I was labeled as a troubled child. I had the reputation of a “bad child” with straight A’s. None of my teachers could understand how that was possible because I never listened and they made sure to make it known how much they didn’t understand it. Until one day my school decided to start doing annual hearing and seeing test. I went and took mines, already knowing what they were going to say. But to my surprise they didn’t say anything, they just stared. A few days later my teachers wanted to have a conference with my parents. This time I could tell something was wrong because the administrators and principal was there too. This time I had did way more than talk too much in class. My mind was racing and my palms were sweating. They sat us down and basically said that I had major hearing loss, and they couldn’t understand how I still functioned, having the best grades in the class. My parents explained to them that they knew everything they was saying. The only they haven’t heard before is that I was in need of glasses. I always sat in the front anyway so I never really noticed. They then went on to say that, I wasn’t bad I just simply couldn’t hear. I couldn’t hear them say sit down or be quiet, by the time I caught the hint I was already getting yelled at. My principal then asked how was I maintaining straight A’s if I couldn’t hear and missing all those days of school. Well little did they know my 2nd grade English teacher Mrs. Spring was tutoring me once a week after school for things I couldn’t receive during class. She was the only one who knew about the problem I was having. The tutoring allowed me to stay caught up and even sometimes ahead. No matter how many days I was out on leave, she refused to let me fail.

 

Fast forward to fifth grade. It was my last year of elementary school, and one of the hardest years ahead of me. Not only did I just move to Baltimore, but I had to move to a new school too. Where I felt like everybody knew somebody and I knew nobody, and I being shy and introverted was not going to make it easier for me. I went through the first few weeks quiet with no friends. Stuff then started to get easier as time went on. Grades were good (like always) and my social life was booming (great). But right when everything was going good, I got the news that it was time for another surgery. I was out of school for like a week and a half. My teacher and friends called me while I was out, and kept me to date on all the newest drama. By the time I had returned my grades had dropped dramatically and devastated. I no longer had a tutor to keep me on track so I felt like it was the end of the world. My teacher saw a change in my behavior and she sat me down and asked me what was wrong. At that point I just confessed everything I was feeling and going through all my life up until. From that point on, my fifth grade teacher Ms. Bowser was there for me. She natured, cared, and looked out for me like I was one of her own. She felt like the books that were at my school was not advance enough, so she bought me books with her own money. She taught me how to write in cursive, and speak another language. While she taught me the English and literature side of things my art teacher was showing me a different world. He referred to me as a female version of John Brewster Jr. he was a great famous artist that was also deaf. Mr. B showed me how to express my feelings through art, how to draw instead of cry, how to paint instead of mourn. It was a whole new outlet for my feelings. He noticed a talent in me that I didn’t even notice in myself. The confidence that my Ms. Bowser and Mr. B help me build in myself and my parents support help get me through.

John Brewster Jr. Mother with son. Wikipedia. 1799.

Jay Asher. Thirteen Reasons Why. Paulding County Area Foundation.

 

Over the next few years I tired keeping my head up but my hearing was not getting any better. To the point where I went to the doctors and they told my parents they wanted to open up my head and tap on my skull to send vibrations through my brain. The only thing was if it went wrong I could be brain damaged, or die. So my parents said no. The doctors then wanted to give me a hearing aid, but at the time I was in high school and felt like there was no way I could get a hearing aid without getting bullied. So I said no. After that I could no longer handle the stress of being so “different”. I was in the ninth grade and I just wanted so desperately to fit in. I wasn’t being myself, my grades started dropping and I started to become very violent. It was not till I found myself in the principal’s office for fighting that I then realized the one thing I was not trying to get the best of me, finally did. Tenth grade I was on the roll straight A’s every quarter, in every honors and AP class I could take. It was almost the end of the school year and we had to have our end of the year meeting with the guidance counselor in order to make the class schedule for next year. Before I could make mines, I got called in the office. By the time I got there all my teachers and my principle was there to, they were all sitting at the table. One seat left for me. It all looked so familiar, not in a good way either. When I sat down, it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Nobody was talking so I asked what I was there for, I asked what did I do? The principal coughed and said well Faith, Ms. Price was going over the classes you need for next year and realized that you only needed two. But the problem was as a junior you didn’t have the option to have a half schedule. So I was either stuck in a school for a year more than I had to be and fill my schedule with a whole bunch of bogus classes or I could just skip my junior year all together. The option was up to me, but I had no idea what to do. Even though I was the smartest one in my grade I was already the youngest. How was I going to survive being a 15 year old senior? I couldn’t even get a job without my parents signing a paper, let alone go to college. It was terrifying, but my parents didn’t let my fears get the best of me they made me realize the bigger picture. I had worked so hard to get where I was, it wasn’t easy but I made it through. And I couldn’t allow my fear to block my blessings. So I did it. I skipped my eleventh grade year. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be, I still came out on top. Ms. Bailey, my twelfth grade English teacher was there for me every step of the way. She made me the writer I am today, she helped me expand my vocabulary and expand my mind as a whole, to be able to look at the world in a whole new light, through words.

 

Everything that I have been through has made me the person that I am today. The fifth teen plus surgeries I have had over my seventeen years of life has taught me that even though you might go through some rough times, they will make you stronger. They will make you appreciate life and what life has to offer. My dream job is to an SVU detective, and I will not allow my disability to hold me back. I will use the reading and writing tools I learned over the years to prefect my craft, and when the time is right I will be able to teach my own kids the things the wonderful people in my life taught me. I always tell people they see my glory, but they don’t know my story.

Who i am

Who am I am you might ask? My name is Bruce Stachitas, son of Bruce and Lisa, and I was born on November 15, 1995 at Fairfax County
Hospital in Virginia. My parents were never married, and separated from each other when I was at a young age. At the age of three I moved in with my father full time, and that’s where I call home and where my life was starting be formed. In 2000 my dad got married to my step mom Stacy, and she became a huge figure in help molding my life, and turning me into the man I am today.

 

At a young age, my step mom would always try and make school a big aspect in my life. When learning to read and write, she would always have certain ways or tactics to help drive that out of me. She knew I didn’t like to read, so she would use that as a punishment. When I would get in trouble with my parents or anyone else, we had a stack of children books that talked about almost every scenario, either having to do with lying, cheating, or anything a child could do that was wrong. It was good way to learn right from wrong growing up, and knowing exactly what the best decisions that I could make in my life.  She was always right on top of me with my school, as well. I would try and say “Yeah, I read this,” or “Yeah, I did that,” and she would always catch me lying. Which consequentially turned out making me have to read more, or write whatever I needed at the time. My step mom helped me become a stronger reader and writer. I’m still not the best, but I can definitely thank her for always holding me accountable.

 

In elementary and middle school, having to go to the reading and writing tutor was my least favorite thing to do. The only thing that would get me through was knowing I could go to hockey practice right after, or go home and just relax. I don’t remember my tutors name but I do remember complaining about going to the Burtonsville library once or twice a week. I struggled in school at a young, probably because of my lack of focus in class. I tended to mess around with my friends the entire day, too. I never knew all the material in each of my classes because sometimes I would be “out to lunch” during the class period and not even give it a second of my time. Math and history were a different story, though.  I would always focus in and want to know what we were learning about in these classes. When it came to English and reading, I would just have a blank stare on my face and really have no clue with what was going on. That’s the reason I needed a tutor for those classes. I would always be behind my classmates.

 

Hockey will always be the only thing that I know the best in my life. That’s what I consider my “free time”, where I go to learn new things, and can just be an escape for me. Ever since I was three years old, I stepped on that ice for the first time and never looked back. It has been nothing but the main focus in my life growing up. I didn’t make the right career decisions with it growing up, but now that I have learned more about how the hockey world is, I want nothing more than to just be a hockey player for the rest of my life. To play in the National Hockey League would be nothing short of perfect. My dad even has dreams of me playing at that level, and it’s tough to think about because it would just be the ultimate goal. Hockey has driven and motivated me through life, knowing every day, that I get to the rink and put on my gear is just music to my ears. It has helped with my literacy life because I would always want to read about hockey. I would always want to know the updated news about players in the NHL along with teams, coaches, general managers or anything that would have to do with anyone or anything in the hockey world.

In conclusion, I had a pretty normal life growing up. I didn’t live with my birth parents at the same time, but anything that had been missing or not as strong in my life were always backed up. Reading and school weren’t my favorite things to do, and still are not to this day but they will be a part of it in the next three years especially. Hockey always would just come before school when I was younger, but I have figured out how to balance out both and succeed in each.