My brain after two hours trying to keep up with the young whippersnappers. In reality, a close-up of the lobby sculpture at The Arizona Republic. The ten feet high sculpture is made of re-bar, cut and welded iron and river-polished stones.
Why, oh why do new technology training sessions try to cram two weeks of information in two hours?
The newbies sit in front of their computers, hopeful that they will learn enough before their brains run screaming to hide in a closet in the basement.
The session starts off well enough. Everyone is following along well. They have reached stage three in the process and someone has already slipped behind. The instructor's attention is elsewhere. So a neighbor steps in to help.
So far, so good. The instructor double checks that everyone is back on track, and off he goes. Another two or three steps along, and more people have fallen behind. But in a valiant bid to finish all of the lesson, the instructor keeps going. After all, at least half the students understand what is going on.
But the techno-immigrant is still on step 5, practicing until it becomes familiar. Then he looks up and realizes that 1) everyone around him is far ahead or 2) those around him are equally lost and cannot help.
Please, please, please hear the pleas of the tired old brains which cannot import and retain information like the young ones. Create three sessions, not two. One for the young, techno-savvy, one for those who learn new technologies easily, and not one, but several slower sessions for the brave, befuddled grandparents in your midst.
Warden H. S.