Ok, serious-time now.
I’m under the sneaking suspicion that my students need worksheets. I’ve been giving them worksheets for classwork/ homework and it has gone over well-relevant questions, library silence, heads down working, wheels turning, soon to build a better democracy. It almost seems that over the years students are conditioned to this type of work. I feel that students see worksheets as a primary way of learning. Does this mean that they devalue our think, pair, share discussions? The worksheet wasn’t a fill in the blank-thing it asked some difficult critical questions. Has anyone else had this experience with worksheets-the uncanny level of silence that sweeps over a rowdy sixth-period class when they are given a worksheet task?
Oh, also did anyone discuss the VTech shootings with their students? I did and got some really mixed reviews. We used this to lead into Keats with the ‘life-cut-short theme.’ After the initial discussion on Tuesday, my students got really pretty pissy about having to read an article related to the shooting, write a response and then discuss. It seemed that every other teacher in the school had been using the tragedy as a teachable moment, thus burning out my students. Just wanted to see what reactions others got.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Monday, April 9, 2007
OMG. Spring Break
Day One of my Spring Break.
I’ve been looking all over for a Budweiser Bikini brief bathing suit, but to no avail. I’ve got my “U.S.A. No. 1” beer bong out of my foot locker. I’m getting ready to head down to Ft. Lauderdale, me and my pals are working on are base tan here in So Cal, so we don’t embarrass ourselves down at the MTV block party. We are getting all ready to go.
But neither I nor any of my friends are going to do this. We like to stay drunk close to home.
I’m getting ready to look for work in Los Angeles, which means cutting my hair to its proper 1950 trim. Shining shoes, and remembering words and names to drop-Christensen not Schafer, differentiation, standards, etc.
All of my visits will be cold calls, and I’m sure all my years of bullshitting have lead up to these moments when I look a principal dead in the eye and speak eloquently about how I push each students Zone of Proximal Development. ZPD-was that really the simplest term for this. I’m gonna drop Vygotsky bombs all up in these crap factoriesl-wish me luck.
After this it’ll be planning the next units.
I’ve been looking all over for a Budweiser Bikini brief bathing suit, but to no avail. I’ve got my “U.S.A. No. 1” beer bong out of my foot locker. I’m getting ready to head down to Ft. Lauderdale, me and my pals are working on are base tan here in So Cal, so we don’t embarrass ourselves down at the MTV block party. We are getting all ready to go.
But neither I nor any of my friends are going to do this. We like to stay drunk close to home.
I’m getting ready to look for work in Los Angeles, which means cutting my hair to its proper 1950 trim. Shining shoes, and remembering words and names to drop-Christensen not Schafer, differentiation, standards, etc.
All of my visits will be cold calls, and I’m sure all my years of bullshitting have lead up to these moments when I look a principal dead in the eye and speak eloquently about how I push each students Zone of Proximal Development. ZPD-was that really the simplest term for this. I’m gonna drop Vygotsky bombs all up in these crap factoriesl-wish me luck.
After this it’ll be planning the next units.
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