I complained last week about the amount of work I have; those complaints are still relevant at this time. However, after watching the FU Men's Rugby Team play on Saturday before a raucous home crowd, i saw something truly beautiful. I saw a team with glee streaked faces, jumping in the air and howling in triumph.
I am curious about the power point project just because internet assessment might have been one of the most difficult research topics I have ever tackled. The library media specialist looked at me like I was crazy when I asked her for assistance on the topic.
I never realized that there were ISTE technology standards in education. For one, most schools do not meet these standards. Many schools do not have the facilities to accommodate the full spectrum of educational technologies. Even more schools teach in traditional modicums - book and test assessment - as opposed to internet based, interactive learning. That would explain why these standards are not enforced.
The bigger question is when are our public schools going to be overhauled so there is a general consensus on how to productive educate the youth. Education is at a crossroads; as for technology, schools must be able to provide their students and teachers with the means to utilize technology as a supplement to their instruction.
The lesson plan sites are great resources - the lesson plan project will help me in an area where, overall, I have little experience. I particularly liked Thinkfinity - it offered interactive resources for teachers. Their exhibit on the election and the mechanism of voting was impressive. It actually assisted me with my sociology paper. It was coordinated with the Smithsonian website.
I also liked the Columbia Education Center's setup. It was easy to search, especially within the subjects. It offered a minimal amount of web-based lesson plans. When I looked at some of the English lesson plans, they were rather generic. In high school, I always remembered the more creative assignments over the less original, more rudimentary exercises.
These sites are great tools, but a teacher should draw on a variety of areas in order to create a coherent, engaging lesson plan.
The Giants are bringing it to the Cowboys and I still have a sociology paper to write - cheers to FU rugby too.
A Game of Solitaire and the Toilet Seat:: Knowing When You're too Young to Grow Up.
“You see, Angeee,” my father said. “This is why I always say leave early. We would’ve beat this shit weather if you had got your ass in gear.”
I didn’t know whether to say sorry or fuck you, so I just sat quiet as my mother stroked my bowing head. A quick shoulders/back work out gave me a slight hunch that my mother might have confused for dejection.
“Italian leather is so soft, Dave. Have you ever felt Italian leather,” Grandma said to my father, who wasn’t going to respond, until my mother pinched him. Grandma really was tapped, I thought to myself.
“Dave, my mother just asked you a question,” my mother said with the authority of a wife who actually has sex with her husband.
"And I would have answered her if you gave me a friggin’ chance. My mind is on driving,” he stammered. Sucking wind like a smoker on the track, my father calmed himself down enough to answer grandma. “Liv, I used to haul furniture, come on. And we have one in the house, a sofa. You know, in the living room. You were sitting on it today.” My father was particularly agitated today and he had absolutely no time for grandma’s meanderings.
“Italian leather, Andrew, do you know how soft it is,” grandma said, as she looked straight ahead. Her face didn’t even move and I wondered if she was already dead and her voice merely a recording.
My father weaved in and out of lanes like aBoston
I was compelled to have the last word in my fruitless, running argument with my father. “This weather sucks,” I muttered under my breath as we pulled up to the check in. “I shouldn’t have even signed up for this fuckin’ trip, I swear. Sucks. Absolutely sucks.” The rain now splashed down on the car in waterfall increments I did not want to move.
“Ange, stop already!” my father’s voice began to rise. “Would you have rather been the person everyone was waiting for?”
“I would have rather been the person who called in to cancel his ticket,” I spitefully commented, knowing that this would surely get him steamed.
“Well next time, you pay for your own goddamn trip!” he growled, and before I could respond, he looked at me in his rearview and said, “Just get the fuck out of the car.” Our goodbyes would have to be said over the phone.
With a huff, I slid the van door open, grabbed my duffle bag and rejected my mother’s reaching eyes. Before the door even had time to click closed, my father skidded out and nearly side swiped a bus. And the rain remained persistent as I stood outside the terminal and tried to turn my head 360 degrees to capture every instance of life. Or maybe I wanted to break my own neck, I’m not sure.
I didn’t know whether to say sorry or fuck you, so I just sat quiet as my mother stroked my bowing head. A quick shoulders/back work out gave me a slight hunch that my mother might have confused for dejection.
“Italian leather is so soft, Dave. Have you ever felt Italian leather,” Grandma said to my father, who wasn’t going to respond, until my mother pinched him. Grandma really was tapped, I thought to myself.
“Dave, my mother just asked you a question,” my mother said with the authority of a wife who actually has sex with her husband.
"And I would have answered her if you gave me a friggin’ chance. My mind is on driving,” he stammered. Sucking wind like a smoker on the track, my father calmed himself down enough to answer grandma. “Liv, I used to haul furniture, come on. And we have one in the house, a sofa. You know, in the living room. You were sitting on it today.” My father was particularly agitated today and he had absolutely no time for grandma’s meanderings.
“Italian leather, Andrew, do you know how soft it is,” grandma said, as she looked straight ahead. Her face didn’t even move and I wondered if she was already dead and her voice merely a recording.
My father weaved in and out of lanes like a
I was compelled to have the last word in my fruitless, running argument with my father. “This weather sucks,” I muttered under my breath as we pulled up to the check in. “I shouldn’t have even signed up for this fuckin’ trip, I swear. Sucks. Absolutely sucks.” The rain now splashed down on the car in waterfall increments I did not want to move.
“Ange, stop already!” my father’s voice began to rise. “Would you have rather been the person everyone was waiting for?”
“I would have rather been the person who called in to cancel his ticket,” I spitefully commented, knowing that this would surely get him steamed.
“Well next time, you pay for your own goddamn trip!” he growled, and before I could respond, he looked at me in his rearview and said, “Just get the fuck out of the car.” Our goodbyes would have to be said over the phone.
With a huff, I slid the van door open, grabbed my duffle bag and rejected my mother’s reaching eyes. Before the door even had time to click closed, my father skidded out and nearly side swiped a bus. And the rain remained persistent as I stood outside the terminal and tried to turn my head 360 degrees to capture every instance of life. Or maybe I wanted to break my own neck, I’m not sure.
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Happy Birthday Andrew...
I'm sorry to hear that the workload has not eased up a bit. Just try to do the best you can.
You had some good comments about the use of technology in school. You are so right about your comment: "Education is at a crossroads; as for technology, schools must be able to provide their students and teachers with the means to utilize technology as a supplement to their instruction."
The lesson plan sites should be very useful to you, especially when you do your student teaching.
Oh well...enjoy your birthday. See you on Wednesday. Good luck on your PowerPoint.
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