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NCE upon a time there was an AV director who, along about June, became very tired and discouraged. There seemed to be nothing but problems: projector troubles, films arriving late, need for more money for the program (a whim of which the administration took a dim view ) , all departments wanting films on the same day at the same hour. And next year's film programming loomed like a lurking monster.
To top it off, the boss, who up to now had seemed a reasonable, fair-minded man, turned out to be mean enough to think the AV director should give up part of her lunch hour to struggle with and solve all these problems.
As she lay tossing sleeplessly in bed that night, counting jobs to be done instead of sheep, an amplified stereophonic voice came up from nowhere. She heard the soothing voice tell her that all suffering AV directors were entitled to one dream of perfection. She felt the world lifting from her shoulders as she awakened to the wonderful land of tomorrow.
The schools were all functionally designed for audiovisual teaching. There were no more projector or room-darkening worries. All a teacher had to do was press a little button and there appeared on the wall a bright and perfect image. The room itself, meantime, had retreated into the exact degree of darkness to accommodate the reflected picture.
There was no scheduling problem and no shortage of materials. A central source provided all materials. All the teacher had to decide was which of the buttons to push. There were no worries for the AV director. In fact there was no
need for a director because there was no preplanning, no catalogs or ordering to worry about, no struggle to get the post office to deliver the films on time, and no records to keep.
And the teachers? That was best of all. Bless their hearts for being in this dream world! They all used materials wisely and well. No in service training was necessary— except when an occasional teacher couldn't remember which button was which. They were all happy and satisfied. Not one griped or wrung his hands over tlie human limitations of an AV director. They no longer needed selection or programming help for they knew that all the projected images had built-in automatic previewing devices that eliminated mistakes. If any of the buttons got stuck one only had to press the big button for automatic repairs. (The medium-sized button was for electronic computation of all statistics.)
The AV director now ate her lunch with dignity and composure, with no pressures or problems. There were no more professional meetings for (1) there was nothing to discuss, (2) no one had problems, (3) everyone already knew the answers.
Yet she was sad at times when she remembered the old days. She missed the poor distracted souls with whom she had argued, laughed, and cajoled. She enjoyed helping them. It wasn't the new pay. That was just right. High enough to raise her morale, but not enough to lower her morals.
The days slipped by in this blissful haze. Then they dragged, and she realized that this was a terribly dull situation. An instructional program
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