Read Alouds: This week was my read aloud I chose three poems from Shel Silverstein’s “A Light In the Attic”. I read “There’s A Polar Bear In My Frigidare”, “Tusk Tusk”, and “Ladies First”. My only reasoning behind my choices was the fact that the poems were my childhood favorites. Silverstein is a great way to introduce poetry to elementary school children because all of his poems are creative and are accompanied by kooky drawings to keep the kids attention. I would break down the poems with the kids in order to teach them rhyme scheme and oneamonapea. Lauren read Picky Miss Pickle which was a nice story about an old woman who only wears and wants things that are pickled colored. This could be a moral book that teaches kids that the world does not revolve around them, and that compromise is a big key to success in school. The artwork in the story is really what caught my eye and I would use this book in the classroom to start an art lesson.
Wednesday’s class was a walk in the shoes of a person with a disability. The various activities gave me a new appreciation for the obstacles that individuals have to overcome in order to function. The first activity was a blindness activity. We had to fold a shirt, flip to a page number in a book, and identify fridge magnet letters while blindfolded. To top it off we had to do a trust walk in which we walked a good distance with a guide. At Dutch Fork we have a student with a visual disability and to think that she has this obstacle every day shows the strength she must possess. The other activity that I found interesting was the distraction activity with the math and the maze. Mental disorders such as this make it nearly impossible to learn. I’m usually a stickler for those people who claim that they have trouble concentrating because a lot of the time its just an excuse because they dont want to work, but for those with actual disorders I feel for. It is impossible to learn when everything going on around you is amplified ten fold.
In Oregon teachers are still teaching cursive in the third and fourth grade but once in the fifth grade students are expected to write legibly cursive or print.
Personally, my cursive sucks. The only time i use cursive in in Calculus, Signing My Name, and the SAT/ACT written agreement. Other than those times i cannot remember a time when I used legible cursive. And even if i tried I pity the poor individual responsible for trying to decipher that chicken scratch. I believe cursive should be taught throughout school because it is a vital part of written language. Now with modern technology students rarely have to write, I do not want to lose the simple elegance of legible writing. And right now the outlook is grim.
Quote of the Week:
The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.
As we progress though our Teacher Cadet experience I believe we will find this quote to become truer and truer. Also we will begin to identify teachers in our life that fit the description of each category. The goal of every teacher cadet should be to aspire to inspire.
This week my main observation has been how well the 7B teacher cadet class has meshed. Initially, we were all pretty friendly, I knew about a third of the class well but had never even spoken a word to the other 2/3s. The third month into school I can say with confidence that I know something about every person in the class, and If pared with one of my fellow cadets would expect them to be as gregarious as I am because I feel like were rubbing off on one another. Each person in our teacher cadet class has something special to offer us and to learn from and I cherish the fact that I have another half a year to soak every possible good thing up.
Well Mrs. Jackson, I;m in love. I think shes the one. Shes beautiful, keeps herself in good shape, is super smart, but very expensive. Shes a decent cook and is always outdoors it seems. Maybe I should stop you here and tell you that Im not talking about a girl… In fact Im talking about Furman University! I went this past weekend to Fall for Furman the annual sales pitch to prospective students. I met my admissions counselor, financial aid representative, and even the president Rod Smolla. I guess its a bit cliché to say “It was love at first sight” or the classic “It just felt right” but in actuality it did. Going with my father was very interesting because he is a very logical, skeptical, and down to earth guy. So after every speaker I got to hear about all of the “holes” in the presentation and how the Powerpoint title “Financing a Furman Education” actually means “Your going to be in debt up to your eyeballs after fours years of studying art preservation”. Like I said my dad likes to be a realist. I was surprised to find though that at the end of the tour while we were eating lunch he told me out of all the colleges weve visited(even clemson) he could see me at Furman the most. To sum it all up, Im done waffling. I love the location, I love the professors, I love the opportunities, and I love the atmosphere.