BYEEEEE

Nice working with you guys!! You rock.
And seems though I'm all done with exams now, I'll be thinking about you guys the rest of this week.....while doing this:

Compie time

Computer time in high school meant one thing. AIM. As soon as I got on the computer, I'd download instant messenger and talk to everyone else who was online. Which was usually no one. Because they were in class. In my Computer class we would usually do lessons that allowed us to learn the basics of certain computer programs. The teacher would never talk and as soon as the bell rang (for the class to begin) everyone would be doing their own thing, which usually meant me instant messaging my friend one desk over about how so and so was flirting with my boyfriend at the football game (or something equally as ridiculous.) But other than my business tech. class, computers were usually used for researching or typing papers. The internet was still pretty new to me then, so I usually did the assignment that was given to me. Did I mention how lame I was in high school?

Technology Affects the Classroom

When it comes to influencing students, technology is arguably the biggest factor. Whether its blogs or video games, students are constantly finding new ways to communicate and entertain themselves. As teachers, it's important to take these things into consideration. Appealing to our students interests is the ultimate way that we are going to get them interested in what we are teaching.




IM BRINGING COOKIES FOR THE POTLUCK. Get excited.

Poetry Slam Workshop Example

Here is a good workshop for a poetry slam I came across:

http://www.ala.org/ala/yalsa/teenreading/trw/trw2003/TheNPoetrySheet2ndversion.pdf

Portfolios

Hey guys! I know not all of you got my syllabus and everything for my indy teach, so I'm just reminding you that I posted it a few blogs back. If you need it at all for your portfolio, feel free to print it off. Just dont print all my other blogs off and blackmail me later. =)
Have a great day!

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...when I post random things.





So why d'you have to lie?
I take it I'm your crutch
The pillow in your pillow case
It's easier to touch

And when you think you've sinned
Do you fall upon your knees?
And do you sit within your picture?
Do you still forget the breeze?

And she may rise, if I sing you down
And she may wisely cling to the ground
Cause I'm lately horny
So why would she take me horny?

What's the point of this song?
Or even singing?
You've already gone, why am I clinging?
Well I could throw it out, and I could live without
And I could do it all for you
I could be strong
Tell me if you want me to lie
'Cause this has got to die

This has got to stop
This has got to lie down, down
With someone else on top

You can both keep me pinned
'Cause it's easier to tease
But you can't make me happy
Quite as good as me
Well you know that's a lie.
-Damien Rice

Handle and Barrel

(This is my poem for the Johnny C's Poetry Slam assignment. You're SUPPOSED to read it out LOUD. Not the same picture as John's, but similar.)

From the perspective of the gun:

Handle and Barrel

I’m just a tool. I don’t make the decisions.
I do what I’m told, what I’m built for.

I shoot.
I kill.
I murder.

But tell that to this man.
This man on the other side of my barrel, that can
Do all but cry when he looks at me dead on.

Part of me, the inside of me
Wants to turn, burn, rocket this bullet
Out and hear the churning and the roar
My settling of the score
Makes.

I don’t want to kill.
But this is why I’m built.

Not to tell wrong from right
Day and light from dark and night.
I do what I’m told, what I’m built for.
Not one thing more.

I’ll work hard when the time is right.
Then get put back in my shallow desk drawer
Compile dust and try to remember the lives lost on my account.

But I wont remember.
I’m a tool. I don’t make the decisions.
I do what I'm told, what I’m built for.
Nothing more.