What Makes For Good Teaching

A good teacher engages and inspires you to learn new and different things. Teaching is a form of learning, teachers learn from their students. If a teacher is dull and boring, the students will most likely misbehave. Now if you have a teacher who is excited and creative you will have more great responses and better learners.

I have had teachers who literally do nothing in class; they just sit there talking at you. they are BORING, in my mind I am now thinking of a million other things that I could be doing rather than sit here and pretend to pay attention. Now I am no idea what we should be doing in class or for homework, whelp that is what happens.

I have had great teachers who keep you entertained and enlighten. No long lectures and full of bull topics, but actual creative interaction. Making me wants to listen and also they listen to me. A good teacher talks with you not to you.

What you wanted your reader to know

In My writing I wanted the reader to understand my point of view then and my view now as an adult. not only did I want them to know about how I learned to draw a star, but how I learned to never forget how people can impact your life.

Notes Ken Robinson

• human creativity, no idea what is going to happen, Children are vast.
• education takes us into a future that we cant grasp.
• no one will not what the world will be in five years all kids have tremendous talents and we squander them.
• important of education.
• kids will take a chance, they are not frightened of being wrong.
• by the time you are an adult your lose that sense. we are educating kids out a creativity.
• do you think of Shakespeare as being a child?
• every education system on earth has the same hierarchy why do we not dance more like we make children learn math what is education for.
• who succeeds?
• who wins?
• professors live in their heads. are education system is predicated for predictability full on benign advise.
• highly intelligent brilliant people think that they are not.
• academic inflation, rethink our view on intelligence.
• creativity creates great Ideas. woman are way better at multitasking.
• if a man speaks his mind in the forest and no woman hears it is he still wrong? (LOL)
• our only hope for the future is to adopt a new human ecology for the future. the gift of human imagination .

How I Learned To Draw a Star (Rough Draft)

My uncle was a very militant person; he joined the navy soon after his eighteenth birthday. He was between 5’10” and 6’ tall, medium build, hair was short and always combed, he wore thick coke-bottle glasses. His name Jack, Uncle Jack was my father’s brother. Uncle Jack was known to all of us little kids as mean uncle Jack, it felt like he never smiled or was happy for that matter, we were always in trouble it seemed.

Uncle Jack was a strict and reserved man, he never had any biological children, but he had 3 step children and fifteen nieces and nephews. I guess now that he adored children because he always had a house full of them. My Uncle Jack would come over every baseball and Football game and watch with my dad. He would be at every birthday party and holiday that was something he was very good about.  He would watch me and my brothers and our cousins, he would have 3 or more of us at a time. He lived in Indianola tribal housing and had lots of neighbors that all of us knew, when you are tribal you know everyone; mostly because they are all your relatives or close to your family. We usually had a good time at uncle Jacks, yes we all did get yelled at and even received a whooping for acting out, but mostly a nice time over there. Even though he was strict we really had a lot of childish freedom. We had set times to be back at his house for dinner or lights out; we could watch TV or movies. Some of my favorite memories are the movies that he had for us to watch, and why I have deep appreciation for very unusual or weird things. I and most of my cousins saw a lot of Jim Henson’s work outside of The Muppets; I loved The Dark Crystal, Labyrinth, and the TV show Dinosaurs. It was at his house I was introduced to these movies and shows that are now my favorites. I also first saw Disney’s Nightmare before Christmas with him and my Aunt; this all explains my very different interests in dark movies.          

Now to the good stuff. I was about six years old, it was around November 1997. I was sick, and it was cold outside. I remember that the leaves were changing and falling, the air was brisk and I was HOT! I had about a 104.7 temp and (I have massive ear problems, what a thing to be stuck with) so naturally I had a double ear infection to top off the fever and chills, to put it out there I was miserable! Oddly I remember my dad was the one who was taking me to the doctor, he and my Uncle Jack had made plans to go either Lowes or Home Depot I cannot recall which, but I was coming too.

My dad had a black two door ford long bed truck, the seat was a bench seat and had to pull down seats in the back. In 1997 having a full back four point harness car seat was not required
(I don’t even think that was a thing back then) like it is today. So there I am in my small booster with a long fat arm trapping me in the seat wedged between my dad and my uncle Jack. We had to go to the doctor’s office which mine was located in Kingston, I remember the drive and the remorse that both my dad and uncle felt for me that day. I could barely hear them talking, my ears were so muffled and plugged that I really could not understand what they even said. It was like the teacher in Peanuts wah, wah, waahh, wahhhh. My dad dressed me that day so of Couse I was wearing my giant purple coat and head to toe thermals, with a pink and purple shirt and matching pants (at least I matched! Even then I was a diva) and my pink furry lined boots. Nothing was going to make me cold wearing all that. Oddly enough this was the only time in my life that I had short hair so he didn’t have to bother with that except I had to have a bow (of course, can you say diva!). It felt as if the drive took forever, but I know that it was twenty minutes or so. When we arrived I was seen very quickly and of course to pour salt on the already smarting wound my father is notorious for asking the doctor “is Brittany up to date on all her shots?” oh yay my dad should get the world’s best dad award. I know that he was always making sure I didn’t need extra doctor visits and un-needed illnesses beyond the common cold or the seasonal flu. After my worry about needles (since I can hear the word needle through doors down) was ceased due to I was all up to date (yay!) I had to endure something else I hated equally. Since the age of three months till now I have had more ear infections I lost count. One thing I cannot stand is ear drops, but having an ear infection as a child you have to endure them. I protested and tried to bite the doctor I was forcibly detained and given liquid hell. Now the tears have subsided and the popping in my ears as slowing stopped I could finally hear everything. Walking out of the doctor’s office after getting a dose of Tylenol and some antibiotics I was given the green light ride along to the store.

Know we are off to Silverdale to go to the boring store. After about two hours of being pushed around the hardware store looking at everything from twenty different sized screws to new lawn mowers we were finally leaving for home. Once we got to our house my dad was unloading the truck and my uncle had been watching me doodle on the paper my dad had given me at the store he noticed I couldn’t draw a star, even though I made my best efforts as shown on the sad piece of paper. My uncle grabbed the pen and said “would you like to learn how to draw a star?” me of course nodding my head in shame that my miss matched triangles could not cut the rug as a star. He started to draw; he started at one point then continued up to another point and back down, not lifting the pen from the paper. He finished moving the pen up down and side to side, he finished drawing the star.

I grabbed the pen and started tracing the drawing that he had finished and after about four or five tries I had done it, I had successfully drawn a star. From that day one, I have always associated drawing a star with that cold day that my uncle Jack taught me to draw a star.

What I learned from this experience now that I am old enough to understand who my uncle was, that he was a nice man. Yes he was gruff and rough around the edges, but he was also loving and gentle. Now I know that he did help shape the person I am today, from my passion for the unusual movies and darkness, to drawing stars. I wish he was still here to see how I turned out, and to see how well I can draw a star now.

Malcolm X and Mike Rose Narrative’s

I enjoyed reading both “Learning to Read” By Malcolm X, and “I just want to be Average” By Mike Rose. Each one of them had their own flavor and writing style, but they both had similar objectives. Both Malcolm X and Mike Rose wanted the reader to know where, how, and why in their stories. They built a foundation for you to get the whole picture for the reader as if they are watching the story rather than reading it. Both authors wrote a small detailed of how they ended up where they were, and lastly they explained the why they wrote the story, why they thought it was worth sharing with everyone.

 

            The stories differ in the following ways; they are set in very different circumstances. One is in prison and the other is in high school. One is learning on his own and the other is in a not-so-formal classroom. One learns to enjoy learning and reading, while the other started out enjoying those things and slowly started not caring about learning or paying attention. The shift in each story is profound, one goes from a negative outcome to a positive one and the second goes from a positive to a negative and does a whole 360 and boom a positive.

 

            Both Malcolm and Mike wanted the reader to understand their personal story; they wanted to share the struggles they saw and overcame the obstacles to achieve what they wanted. Malcolm X and Mike Rose wanted to give each person their own inspiration and that there is really nothing that can hold you back from doing what you want to do.

Pre-Writing Excitement

I am not a strong writer, I remember when I was in elementary school my reading and writing teacher explained that there is no perfect process for thinking and writing, the only thing you can perfect is how the reader reads your thoughts, fears, and imagination.  That has always stuck with me through my school years and in writing papers. My pre-writing style is probably different than yours or it could be the same. I throw out words that support my title depending on my topic, I start jotting down different introductions, each starting with different words but meaning and telling the same story. After I get an intro I think about my conclusion or closing statement, and repeat the process of have several different versions of the ending. Once I have those completed I can just type, type out my thoughts, my memories, or my feelings. Touching the main points of the story but the bulk of the story is fun for me to just blurt out what is running through my mind. Finally I have to piece together this puzzle of words I have created; this is the fun part I get to play with what I wrote and bring out this beautiful story that I can mix and match how I want it to sound and what I want to be important. I know some people map their writing, or makes lists of topics or many other types of pre-writing. I have tried them all, but when I have to do it that way I am unable to have fun with my writing. To me that is what writing is about; it’s about fun with communication.

Learning To Blog

Starting this class I had no idea what I was in for, not knowing in which ways we will learn and interact as a class. Working in the technology field I have learned a lot, but by no means am I a technology guru. When I thought of blogging I found myself thinking on those people who always complain or are the bloggers who can type out there entire day in a sitting. I never thought it was this easy or that there are many types of bloggers; I started researching blogs and found that most site(s) I read every day were actually blogs (light bulb!). As you the reader are finding out I have had some learning curves with this blogging thing and am trying to grasp it to complete my work. I now know how to add to my blog without trying to create a whole new one (after learning to delete the multiple blogs I created in the process). I have also found that the words and idea are pouring out of me, the ideas on how to write after reading the Ed, Nar.'s and seeing the most important facts or most positive points the author(s) is trying to make comes out clear now. So getting the hang of this whole blogging thing is actually easy after some trial and error, but now I can blog with some confidence.

As I said before I am no technology guru and I may be able to come up with and white something out; I am in no way perfect, I have lots of errors in my writing that I am hoping to fix during this quarter. I also think my writing is awesome first draft, but only because I don’t see the errors that I am making so please let me know what I have done wrong I can only grow through mistakes.