In recent years, I've been learning more about Universal Design for Learning. At the heart of UDL lies student engagement, flexibility, and choice. As I learn more about all the ways I can use the principles of UDL to strengthen my courses, I admit I also find myself indulging in a little daydream about my perfect classroom. Currently, I teach in the LA building. It's a little dingy and the fluorescent overhead lights might steal a little bit of my soul every day that I stand beneath them, but the rooms have desks with wheels, so that's cool. However, I dream of a classroom that is bright, welcoming and flexible: UDL IRL.
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Let me paint a picture for you of my dream classroom. And, this is my dream, so I reserve the right to go nuts.
First, the room would be large, and not overly crowded with furniture. It may sound elementary (pun intended for a college blog...), but when my students enter the space, there would be space for them to store their massive backpacks that hinder movement around the space and that we (I) frequently trip over. Next to that storage area, I'd have a coffee, tea, and snacks to welcome students. I would encourage them to take a break from their cell phones and get cozy in the learning space.
Around the room, I dream of windows, so many windows, cut high into each wall to let in lots of natural light. Somehow, working in perfect harmony with all the windows, multiple screens would hang around the room allowing everyone to see the day's slides without squinting. Each wall would also be lined with whiteboards for gallery walks and standing group work. I'd make the room feel a little cozy with an area rug and some lo-fi music in the background.
In the learning space, I envision tables that roll so that I can divide them for small-group work, line them up when it's time for notes, push them into long rows for class discussions, or move them entirely out of the way for Socratic seminars. Again, since this is my dream, I am going to go nuts: I'd mix in some other seating options like beanbag chairs and stools, maybe even a few standing desk options along one side of the room. I'd have ChromeBooks in the room that we'd pull out only when polishing our final drafts—no stationary computers hiding everyone's faces and making it hard to connect with one another. This magical room would also never run out of whiteboard markers and the instructor's computer would never freeze or crash.
When class ends, I imagine a Free Little Library awaiting students just outside the door, and maybe a Pharmacy of Poems, offering art for whatever ails the student heart or mind.
My dream room would communicate to students that, not only are they welcome there, but that the space was made for them and their scholarship. It would be designed for our community, and it would be ready for whatever adventures in writing and thinking we could conjure up.

