Hey folks – I’ve asked you to read this online textbook. Your first summer assignment will be chapter 4. As I’ve also asked you to have a WordPress account so that you will be able to write online for the Hawk’s Claw, your next assignment will be to comment here and answer the following question -
Is online journalism better, worse, or just different than traditional print journalism?
Looking forward to your responses,
Ms. B
I went to Twist Craft Fair in Northampton this weekend. The very first thing I saw, a tiny, shining beacon of awesomeness, waiting just to be snagged by me. Me, who had gotten there as one of the first 100, just to snag a swag bag, there for me, was this most perfect thing.
nerd
Yes. A magnet that spells nerd- made out of- wait for it – Scrabble tiles. Yep, you’re hearing it – the nerd choir singing. The whole thing, the purchasing of the magnet, and the ensuing conversation with its creators, got me thinking. About how, while now, I may embrace my nerdiness, that at a young age, I may have hidden it far away. So tonight, in honor of letting the nerd flag fly, of being finally at age 33, comfortable with my self, a list of the top five things I’m an utter nerd about – with straight up nerdy abandon. Read more…
So I’m totally brushing the dust off this blog — I spent every day of my maternity leave from Jan. 1 on, writing over at my other blog. And there I talked about mama life, and Valley life, and all sorts of things that had to do with that life. My writing over there has waned a bit, so I thought I might start focusing on my teaching life over here.
So apparently, If you want to play along, you shouldn’t take too long to think about it. Come up with fifteen authors who’ve influenced you and that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.
ready – go -
Last Week. Friday. Twilight. Perfect weather. Driving home from a sojourn to Herrell’s, a sojourn that happens far too often, a sojourn for what my grumpa calls medicine, but is more often called ice cream. So we’re heading home- And I have the windows cranked down because the weather is warm, and I find James Brown on the radio, and I crank that up. And I turn around and dance with my 18 month old who is exemplifying funk while he boogies in his car seat. Yah, people are staring while we are stopped at the light. This does not bother my almost grown-up self. It would have bothered my 17 year old self.
After James Brown, I flip the radio from channel to channel trying to orchestrate the perfect soundtrack for the rest of our ten minute drive home. First, it’s a story about Julio down by the school yard, but then Dylan is singing “I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.” Bob gets it right every time. I listen to him croon while the sun roof is open to just let in the moon on me and my family — And I think of how I’m remiss to start school when there are nights like these to be had– But I’m so much younger now than I was in June, so it’s time to get in line for another go-around.
So, I’ll see you in just about a hundred hours.
Driving through town the other week other day, I saw this sign that said “help prevent summer learning loss”. Which of course was code for, come spend your money here, at our tutoring service, and we’ll help to make you smarter. Now I have no qualms against this particular tutoring service, it’s just I think there is so much to be learned and acquired in these warm days.
I could rumminate on and on, but instead I’ll just post a video, of your teacher learning something new during summer break. A couple weeks back, at AP camp, I, well I, I learned to shoot a gun. Seriously.
No summer learning loss here.
ps the first thirty seconds will give you the gist.
