IC, Intellectual Capital is the total package of mental resources people possess beyond the cognitive skills measured by IQ tests.
Intellectual Capital includes:
the sense of anticipation (predicting what comes next)
intuition,
sensitivity,
empathy,
compassion,
flexibility,
adaptability,
positive attitude,
self confidence,
the ability operate under pressure and to read body language, knowing what people want, ability to manage fear and criticism, good communication skills, knowledge of personal strengths and weakness as well as the same in others, the ability to see what others are good at, or what they can be good at, the ability to promote others into the limelight, the ability to read unspoken language.
and the entire tool box of people skills.
- Multipliers
- Couros pg 131 finding someone’s native genius releases their discretionary effort, inviting them to marshal their full intellectual capital.
- My book Feb 2019. “Love is hard work.” — Corita Kent
The backstory of my days in the classroom.
Teaching forever changed my life...
... it started the first nanosecond, of the first minute, of my first day, in my first classroom, in a brilliant white-light-moment when I greeted my own students for the very first time. A lifetime has passed since that first day, yet I continue to feel the wonder of those moments of change because, ... because those happy, surprising, often challenging moments created the foundation of ... what I didn’t know was being built.
Every thing I learned on the way to become a teacher, every thing my students taught me with the richness of their feeling-moments began to fill me ... as though ritually overfilling a sake glass until it spills into the traditional square enameled shibui box designed to hold and celebrate the overflow.
Here, let me show you a 10 second metaphoric video clip that frames the 742 trillion, 384 billlion, 129 million, 947 thousand,
7 hundred and 21 moments with my students.
Is this an exact number? Think about it. 742,384,129,947,721 moments...
Milagros, miracles really ... these treasured moments fill me to this day and will overflow my sake glass on the day I die. That’s it... my own children, and the thousands of students and colleagues are the upwellings of my life upon silk waves glistening under a Pacific Ocean sun.
A most remarkable surprise, my most recent epiphany... last week a former student, Joel Germond shared with me his recently written memories from his 1970’s school days when we walked the echoing hallways of Pasadena Alternative School. Reading the flowing words of his 2019 mind scape bridges with my memories of the genius in the boy I knew in the earliest years of my career. Follow this link to his recent essay. [][][][][]
Oh... the epiphany I mentioned... there is a silk road ... as if the banners of his lifetime, stretched between those moments and today are casting ripples in silk from the past into the future. Imagine... waves along a shiny silk banner emanating like tiny tremors from the 17 year old, kind of sassy Joel Germond, casting at facial expression that I see now on his 57 year old face. The boy lives on inside the man.
What was I before I was a Psychology major in college?
That’s another story...
But, it was my BA in Psychology that not only launched my classroom career, all those graduate and undergrad Psychology courses created a mindset that invisibly altered how I approached my colleagues and especially my students and their parents
Notice “my students”. Possessive pronoun? Thinking back on those classroom days, I can feel the connection to them, MY connection to them. As feeling/images, the connection is strongest when I recall students individually, Chucky or Robyn, for example. 1975 it was, and I can still feel the moving strength of our interactions. Moments of laughter have particularly bold memory strength bubbles, but so do insightful moments, and those moments where awe painted the landscape. [cresting view of the Grand Canyon, or painting midnight strokes in bioluminescent sand like big brush calligraphy on the scrolling sands of our lifetimes.]
Luminescence
Lingulodinium polyedra, visible under 100x magnification, their scintillons luminescence in response to surface tension.
The tide had come and gone though it had left ashore trillions of invisible gifts, hidden microscopically in the midnight sand for our group of high school hikers most of whom had never visited the beach or camped out overnight. These city dwellers were about to discover, completely by accident, their first one-in-a-million experience... leaving glowing footprints in the midnight sand.
The memory of these glowing footprints and painted sand and glowing light under the blackest Scott night sky… Will never be forgotten… I’ll put it on my list of things to share with Patricia… But I just realize at this very moment in thisTiny millisecond that somethings only happen once or twice in a lifetime and maybe, just maybe that’s the way life a lot to be.
Reality check. Robyn and vodka in her water bottle.
