<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:02:00.194-06:00</updated><category term='methods 570'/><category term='genre project'/><category term='poem'/><category term='dickinson'/><category term='election'/><category term='journal'/><category term='diary'/><category term='emily'/><title type='text'>TESL Methods that will blow your mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-1446332797121396452</id><published>2009-04-13T12:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:59:35.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to class on 4-7-09</title><content type='html'>I always love learning tips for writing. Last week, Aaron (Chuck? Charlie?) gave an interesting presentation on using various writing skills. I enjoyed it because I had given a presentation the week before on pre-writing skills, and I got to use that information again when Aaron gave his presentation. It was kind of nice to hear a different take on that same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he presented, we got some questions answered about the research we're supposed to be conducting for our observations. What we decided we might want to find out (which is subject to change) is whether or not a student's country of origin affects his or her writing output. We noticed that many students write MUCH more than their classmates, so we want to find out why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-1446332797121396452?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/1446332797121396452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=1446332797121396452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/1446332797121396452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/1446332797121396452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/04/reaction-to-class-on-4-7-09.html' title='Reaction to class on 4-7-09'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-5980221879588361691</id><published>2009-04-06T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:33:47.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to class on 4-1-09</title><content type='html'>My presentation went well. I'm going to try a different tack this week, I'm going to post my verbatim comments from Esther on here for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice start about asking whom among your classmates have taught writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It might have been good to show your classmates your agenda before starting. It might be good to have a visual scaffold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nice activity to break your classmates into groups according to writing strategies. Nice to give your classmates a time limit to partner up and to finish the activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Good that you go around monitoring your classmates’ work. It would be good to have a time reminder, and you just did that. Interesting activity. Good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little nervous before I started presenting. Last semester, Veronika and I worried greatly about each slide in our gigantic powerpoint presentation, and we labored to cram as much information into our 30 minutes as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't bore the class with powerpoint lecturing, and I decided to let everybody talk and share with everybody else their ideas on how to incorporate the ideas presented in the book with a curriculum. For the most part, a lot of positive feedback was received, and except for Adib's skanky picture, most of them were ideas I would use in my own class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-5980221879588361691?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/5980221879588361691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=5980221879588361691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5980221879588361691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5980221879588361691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/04/reaction-to-class-on-4-1-09.html' title='Reaction to class on 4-1-09'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-4036645848691706073</id><published>2009-04-06T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:16:51.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for 4-6-09</title><content type='html'>Jeez, is it already a week into April?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jodi, I was struck by the idea of having students create photo illustrated essays. The students bring in some photos from home. Then, they organize them into an order that can be used to tell a story. They glue them down or mount them onto something, and then they share the story with the class. After sharing orally, they write the story they want to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I like this activity is because it's one of the requirements of the Photography merit badge and I have  quite a bit of experience in using it. It also employs a very good pre-writing technique, and shows students a very good way to organize their thoughts .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-4036645848691706073?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/4036645848691706073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=4036645848691706073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4036645848691706073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4036645848691706073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/04/readings-for-4-6-09.html' title='Readings for 4-6-09'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-1689745999051390044</id><published>2009-03-30T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:21:14.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to class on 3-30-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;Urban Dictionary &lt;/a&gt;defines an  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asshat &lt;/span&gt;as "one who is oblivious to the world around them, lacking common sense". That's what I felt like when I showed up two weeks ago and didn't have a presentation ready. I wrote down the wrong date in my binder, never bothering to double check it against the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, learn how an effective teacher can improvise a "plan b" when something doesn't go as planned. Esther didn't miss a beat and she gathered all the students together for a roundtable discussion on how to get students excited about reading, and what sorts of troubles and issues they can and will run into while learning to read. The discussion was lively and educational as well, and I'm glad I got to hear what everybody had to say about reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-1689745999051390044?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/1689745999051390044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=1689745999051390044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/1689745999051390044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/1689745999051390044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/04/reaction-to-class-on-3-30-09.html' title='Reaction to class on 3-30-09'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-4634684832972238849</id><published>2009-03-30T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:32:21.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for the last week of March</title><content type='html'>I love writing. I don't often think that I'm an amazing writer, but I do often feel as though I'm a proficient writer at the very least. Because of this, I was especially interested in this week's subject of writing.&lt;br /&gt;In the P&amp;amp;B book, there are several different techniques which can be used with beginning to intermediate writers to teach the writing process and the organization of thoughts. Being the amazingly ADHD person that I am, I really enjoyed how the different techniques were presented. It was almost like a list, and very easy to follow.&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in middle school and using the idea of clustering to come up with ideas. Maybe I could use this in my presentation tonight? Even though I had used clustering,  I had never heard of mapping being used the way it is in this book. I REALLY like the idea of having a prompt in the middle, and then clustering the ideas around it. Even thought I'm a kinesthetic learner, it always helps to see the ideas on paper before me. It helps keep me focused, and the mapping and clustering techniques are chaotic enough to appeal to my nature, and they're organized enough to keep me focused on the task at hand and help me come up with better, more coherent writings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-4634684832972238849?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/4634684832972238849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=4634684832972238849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4634684832972238849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4634684832972238849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/03/readings-for-last-week-of-march.html' title='Readings for the last week of March'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-8598069966867892190</id><published>2009-03-23T17:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:30:22.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for March 23rd</title><content type='html'>I've never been able to read as fluently in my L2 as I can in English, and I've always been very envious of those who can. It was always a little bit of a sore-spot seeing my fellow students read and understand fluidly while I struggled to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;Like Thea, I have trouble stopping and deciphering every word. I read in an ESL textbook that it's best to reread as many times as it takes to get the "gist" of the meaning instead of deciphering every word. It's IMPOSSIBLE to keep up with that much input and still figure out what you're reading about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-8598069966867892190?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/8598069966867892190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=8598069966867892190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/8598069966867892190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/8598069966867892190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/03/readings-for-march-23rd.html' title='Readings for March 23rd'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3453703868589695300</id><published>2009-03-16T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:19:30.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week</title><content type='html'>Class was interesting tonight. I really liked how Mariya led a half-hour discussion with two questions, something which I could not accomplish. I suppose if I had to, I could fudge it, but I need more than that to take a half hour. I don't have the focus. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I would want to correct students as they made errors, because I think the hardest thing would be staying consistent. I think I would give up after a while, but it would make students rely on me too much, and if I stopped correcting them, they would have a very hard time discerning whether or not they had stopped making mistakes, or if I had merely stopped correcting them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3453703868589695300?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3453703868589695300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3453703868589695300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3453703868589695300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3453703868589695300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-week.html' title='Last week'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3594377634455499531</id><published>2009-02-23T17:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:25:26.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment to Jodi</title><content type='html'>Jodi - I can't comment on your blog for some reason, so here's the comment I left:&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahahahaha, I love the joke. What about having the students write their own jokes? That may be more useful (or usefuler) for advanced students, but still pretty great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3594377634455499531?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3594377634455499531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3594377634455499531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3594377634455499531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3594377634455499531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/comment-to-jodi.html' title='Comment to Jodi'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-4810657861522002210</id><published>2009-02-23T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:21:40.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That one reading for that one week</title><content type='html'>I think one of the worst exercises for teaching an l2 is having the students read a pre-written script to each other. I've always known that stronger connections are made if students are made to think in the l2 "on the fly" rather than reading a prescribed piece. As long as it was written in English characters, I could READ anything handed to me. I would probably learn nothing, but I could form the letters together to make noise that sounded like words. I would much rather be placed on the spot to form a conversational phrase than anything else, and I feel that would be much more efective at cementing knowledge than prescribing a script.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-4810657861522002210?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/4810657861522002210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=4810657861522002210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4810657861522002210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4810657861522002210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/that-one-reading-for-that-one-week.html' title='That one reading for that one week'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-6987496070808368286</id><published>2009-02-16T14:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:41:02.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class from Febtober ninth</title><content type='html'>I love words. I've always loved words. When I was young, I would often speak in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spoonerism"&gt;spoonerisms&lt;/a&gt;, much to the annoyance of my poor mother and teachers. I used to read books on secret codes and how to speak in&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pig_latin"&gt;Pig Latin&lt;/a&gt; and other pseudo-languages because I loved words. Naturally, last week's presentation by Rachel and Officer Stephanie really reached out to me. I was partnered with Lillian, and between the two of us we learned some new words and puzzled out the meanings of others. I was inspired to go home after class and google "Top Ten weirdest words" and see what I could find. I found a list with the words they used with the class, along with some choice other words. Click &lt;a href="http://is.gd/jJhO"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see that list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-6987496070808368286?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/6987496070808368286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=6987496070808368286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/6987496070808368286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/6987496070808368286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/class-from-febtober-ninth.html' title='Class from Febtober ninth'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-5723104346305098637</id><published>2009-02-16T13:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:25:18.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're sleeping on the couch tonight!</title><content type='html'>Even though we are all in school to become teachers, this program teaches us much more than simply methods of education. There are always delicious little snippets of information which can be used in our daily lives. MCM, for examples, tells us that most days, we listen roughly twice as much as we speak, and almost five times as much as we write! Interestingly enough, this could be potent fodder for fights with that special someone. Take the following dialogue as an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: I told you last week we were going to spend today finding out how many shoes I have that match my purses! You never listen! I hate you! You're sleeping on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Well, my beautiful wife, according to Marianne Celce-Murcia, we listen TWICE as much as we speak. Why, today alone I've engaged in bi-directional listening 17 times, and autodirectional listening this morning when I was asking myself what I wanted for breakfast! I listen to you five times more than I write to you! Doesn't that count for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: I'm sorry, you're so brilliant and handsome. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what happened there? I totally defused a potentially hostile situation just by using information I acquired during my education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few questions I had during the reading though. Is reading considered unidirectional or autodirectional? Is autodirectional listening considered a constant? As in, am I CONSTANTLY engaged in autodirectional listening, and can I be engaged in bidirectional listening (or a conversation) and autodirectional listening simultaneously? Or do we switch from one to the other? I will have to watch for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-5723104346305098637?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/5723104346305098637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=5723104346305098637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5723104346305098637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5723104346305098637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-sleeping-on-couch-tonight.html' title='You&apos;re sleeping on the couch tonight!'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-4310499436307234566</id><published>2009-02-10T02:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T02:08:12.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time + Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="twa_title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;h2&gt;Time + Distance&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 1.3em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/standard/images/twa002/icons/audio.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,duci,dv,klkn,dbco,he6,5vem" style="color: rgb(122, 11, 13);"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,duci,dv,cl48,v0a,he6,5vem"&gt;Leslie Monsour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea you pour is black and strong.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't taste like tea to me;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been away too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It isn't jasmine, spice, oolong;&lt;br /&gt;It tastes like an apology—&lt;br /&gt;This tea you pour, so black and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where's that old fork with the bent prong?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the hemlock tree?&lt;br /&gt;Have I really been gone that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I hear the saddest song;&lt;br /&gt;It has no words, no tune, no key.&lt;br /&gt;The tea you pour is black and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're careful to say nothing wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You seem too eager to agree...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been travelling far and long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And now it's clear, I don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;I watch you sash your robe, as we&lt;br /&gt;sit, sipping tea that's black and strong.&lt;br /&gt;I went away too far, too long.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-4310499436307234566?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/4310499436307234566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=4310499436307234566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4310499436307234566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4310499436307234566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-distance.html' title='Time + Distance'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3246556318264630785</id><published>2009-02-09T17:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:31:29.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't "Hey Smidt" me!</title><content type='html'>What a discussion. Apparently I'm a strange breed, being a native speaker who corrects without mercy. Most of my friends know that when they're around me, they need to watch their grammar and colloquialisms, since I would rather be taken out behind Morris Hall and beaten senseless with a Brook Trout than be caught using bad grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing I enjoyed discussing was how teachers are addressed in different cultures. Esther made a comment that she doesn't mind being called "Dr Smidt" or "Esther" but being called "Smidt" really gets her blood a'boilin'. The biggest comment which stood out to me from class was her saying "You can call me Esther, but don't 'Hey Smidt ME!' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt moderately smart because I referenced a conversation that Bekir and I had early last semester about personal boundaries. In Turkey (his home country) it's considered VERY offensive to step back when one enters your personal space. I think I would die in such a context. I like having my space, and I can't bear for casual acquaintances or strangers to enter it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3246556318264630785?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3246556318264630785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3246556318264630785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3246556318264630785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3246556318264630785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-hey-smidt-me.html' title='Don&apos;t &quot;Hey Smidt&quot; me!'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-5057049427097082423</id><published>2009-02-09T17:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:24:46.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for week whatever</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed how Chapter 22 of HDB was laid out. I'm a kinæsthetic learner, so reading material never really quite does it for me, but when forced, I can process the material if there are a variety of formats which I can follow, and chapter 22 with its charts and illustrations helped me with that process. It helps to remind me to keep my students interested in whatever we're learning about, and to not just spit a bunch of text at them. Similar to Jodi, I also enjoyed the sample exercise 1 which suggests using reala to teach posession. I also find some things difficult to teach with ink and paper, and using reala would hit the spot in such a context.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-5057049427097082423?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/5057049427097082423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=5057049427097082423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5057049427097082423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5057049427097082423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/readings-for-week-whatever.html' title='Readings for week whatever'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3359659859126793348</id><published>2009-02-04T03:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:02:14.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for 2-4-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="episode_title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                       &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Of The Terrible Doubt Of Appearances&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="twa_title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;h2 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 1.3em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/standard/images/twa002/icons/audio.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,drdy,dv,3spk,x9y,he6,5vem" style="color: rgb(122, 11, 13);"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/a&gt; To this poem&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;p class="author"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,drdy,dv,5ev0,78l7,he6,5vem"&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;!-- --&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;              &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of the terrible doubt of appearances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      shining and flowing waters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      these are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      the real something has yet to be known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      and mock me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      aught of them,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      indeed but seem) as from my present point of view, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      might prove (as of course they would) nought of what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      points of view;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      my lovers, my dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      holding me by the hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      reason hold not, surround us and pervade us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      silent, I require nothing further,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      identity beyond the grave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3359659859126793348?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3359659859126793348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3359659859126793348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3359659859126793348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3359659859126793348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-for-2-4-09.html' title='Poem for 2-4-09'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-2395152920850896778</id><published>2009-02-03T03:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:05:01.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for 2-3-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="episode_title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                       &lt;h2&gt;I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ&lt;/h2&gt;                      &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="author"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,dqnn,dv,5ev0,78l7,he6,5vem"&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="width: 639px; height: 38px;" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;div class="twa_title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 1.3em;"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/standard/images/twa002/icons/audio.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,dqnn,dv,eld6,kbcy,he6,5vem" style="color: rgb(122, 11, 13);"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 1.3em;"&gt;         &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- END AUDIO AND DOWNLOAD LINKS --&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;!-- LINK AND TITLE SPACING --&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; font-size: 12px; font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;" colspan="3" height="10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;                     &lt;!-- --&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;               I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday&lt;br /&gt;     morn I pass'd the church,&lt;br /&gt;Winds of autumn, as I walk'd the woods at dusk I heard your&lt;br /&gt;     long-stretch'd sighs up above so mournful,&lt;br /&gt;I heard the perfect Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard&lt;br /&gt;     the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of my love! you too I heard murmuring low through&lt;br /&gt;     one of the wrists around my head,&lt;br /&gt;Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells&lt;br /&gt;     last night under my ear.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-2395152920850896778?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/2395152920850896778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=2395152920850896778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/2395152920850896778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/2395152920850896778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-for-2-3-09.html' title='Poem for 2-3-09'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-6563035420690949830</id><published>2009-02-02T20:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:23:31.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to class on 2-2-09</title><content type='html'>One thing that will always stick with me from tonight is Esther's wedding story, and how well it contrasts with traditional American wedding values. She was telling us about her matron of honor, and what she went through to get her to be in that position. Her fiancee at the time was dumbstruck by the fact that she was not going to &lt;i&gt;ask&lt;/i&gt; her friend to be her matron of honor because her friend simply knew. She knew it would not be an issue. Had she asked, her friend may have been offended because their bonds of friendship did not allow for assumed knowledge like this.&lt;br /&gt;Such discussions really open my eyes to subtle cultural differences like this, and really make me want to be a better teacher and understand the different contexts my students are coming from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-6563035420690949830?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/6563035420690949830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=6563035420690949830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/6563035420690949830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/6563035420690949830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/class-on-2-2-09.html' title='Reaction to class on 2-2-09'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-2749675944601181283</id><published>2009-02-02T17:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:25:34.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for February 2, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;'Faith' is a fine invention...&lt;/h2&gt;                      &lt;p class="author"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,dpzo,dv,z5p,7r6z,he6,5vem"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;!--                        (from &lt;em&gt;The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson&lt;/em&gt;)                        --&gt;                              &lt;h2&gt;I like a look of Agony...&lt;/h2&gt;                      &lt;p class="author"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,dpzo,dv,z5p,7r6z,he6,5vem"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith" is a fine invention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith" is a fine invention&lt;br /&gt;When Gentleman can see—&lt;br /&gt;But Microscopes are prudent&lt;br /&gt;In an Emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a look of Agony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a look of Agony,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know it's true—&lt;br /&gt;Men do not sham Convulsion,&lt;br /&gt;Nor simulate, a Throe—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to feign&lt;br /&gt;The Beads upon the Forehead&lt;br /&gt;By homely Anguish strung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-2749675944601181283?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/2749675944601181283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=2749675944601181283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/2749675944601181283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/2749675944601181283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-for-february-2-2009.html' title='Poem for February 2, 2009'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3218335156397283381</id><published>2009-02-02T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:19:07.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A rolling stone...</title><content type='html'>When looking back at last semester, it's very apparent that I saw school differently at each end of the semester. At the beginning, I was about an inch away from clawing my face off with the anticipation of how much work needed to be done. By the end, I managed the work much more efficiently and I was a LOT less stressed. It seemed that the more work I did, the easier the work became. One could make the metaphor that I was pushing a giant stone, and once I got to the end of the semester, the momentum seemed to carry me through. Now I have to start all over, since the stone came to a standstill and filled itself with beer and holiday cookies over the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice getting back to class and seeing presentations again. Last semester, class was my oasis. I loved and still love going to class. Oftentimes, my classmates will remark that I seem to be in an exceptionally good mood &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL THE DAMN TIME.&lt;/span&gt; It's not that I'm in a good mood all the time, it's just that going to class PUTS me in a good mood. It's hard to miss the fact that sometimes I'm squirrely in class and it often appears that I'm completely unaware of the task at hand, but nothing could be further from the truth. Through the hardships of advanced academia come very tight-knit friendships which are very hard to break. I feel very lucky to have found such friends and I also feel very lucky to have the chance to work with them every week. To me, getting to go to class is worth every minute I have to spend reading or doing what appear to be menial assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I dreaded last semester that I'm not dreading this semester is the class presentation that everybody is assigned. Last week, Brian (Bryan?) bravely volunteered to do his first. I liked his use of an outline on the overhead, which gave me something to reinforce the topic and purpose of the discussion and task to be accomplished. I thought he did a splendid job of teaching us about what people other than our book authors were saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3218335156397283381?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3218335156397283381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3218335156397283381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3218335156397283381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3218335156397283381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/rolling-stone.html' title='A rolling stone...'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-7686021844240026861</id><published>2009-02-01T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:26:41.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for February 1, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="episode_title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                       &lt;h2&gt;Bright Sun after Heavy Snow&lt;/h2&gt;                      &lt;p class="author"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&amp;amp;s=fj6,dpvj,dv,jq5v,9n03,he6,5vem"&gt;Jane Kenyon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;!--                        (from &lt;em&gt;The Boat of Quiet Hours&lt;/em&gt;)                        --&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;              &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A ledge of ice slides from the eaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; piercing the crusted drift. Astonishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; how even a little violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eases the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In this extreme state of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everything seems flawed: the streaked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pane, the forced bulbs on the sill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that refuse to bloom...A wad of dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rolls like a desert weed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; over the drafty floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Again I recall a neighbor's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; small affront — it rises in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like the huge banks of snow along the road:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the plow, passing up and down all day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pushes them higher and higher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The shadow of smoke rising from the chimney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; moves abruptly over the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The clothesline rises in the wind. One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wooden pin is left, solitary as a finger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it, too, rises and falls.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-7686021844240026861?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/7686021844240026861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=7686021844240026861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7686021844240026861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7686021844240026861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2009/02/poem-for-february-1-2009.html' title='Poem for February 1, 2009'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3356395462219125427</id><published>2008-12-05T12:10:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:25:15.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='methods 570'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genre project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Blogito, ergo sum (I blog, therefore I am). A Diary Entry.</title><content type='html'>I like putting things in Latin. Even the most menial phrase can make you sound impressive and well-educated if you say it in Latin. Exempli gratia: Non somnuo, ergo sum. Google translate THAT one out, dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weekend passes, I'm making a list and checking it twice, but instead of names of children who will be receiving gifts this year, my list contains APA formatting tips, multiple genres of research papers based upon using humor to teach, linking them together, and organizing the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the project, I often reflect back to elementary school when we had an arts and crafts project to accomplish in a group. Our teacher would assign the task that we needed to accomplish, and then within that group we were each supposed to assign specific roles. There was a cutter (the person who cut the paper), the gluer (the person who glued the paper), the writer, and the leader. I often shied away from the leader task, since it involved keeping track of too many things at once. Reliably, I was forbidden to be the writer since my handwriting is terrible, so I was often the cutter or the gluer. That fact was fine by me. With those tasks I had a very concrete goal which left very little room for mistake by interpretation. The writer drew the shapes, and I cut them, or I glued them on the paper. It required accuracy, and I accomplished it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this project, I often thought back upon those days when everyone in the group had an assigned role within that task. It's harder with this project because each person needs to fulfill each role. There is no single task for each person to accomplish, and there are very few concrete requirements for each task. This has caused me some frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week of November tenth gave us a small amount of relief. Rachel and I got together on Sunday to flesh out our final genres, and we determined that we would have Thea do a personal essay about using humor in her teaching, and Mitch was to conduct an interview with one of his associates. Naturally, the interview was not without its suspicious hitches. First the interviewee didn't write back, then the changes didn't save, then the e-mail wouldn't attach, and Mitch seems to like to take care of the problem and THEN communicate to us the details. The lack of a willingness to communicate which is present some of the group members often leads to hair pulling and teeth gnashing. We'll see how these final genres go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3356395462219125427?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3356395462219125427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3356395462219125427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3356395462219125427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3356395462219125427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogito-ergo-sum-i-blog-therefore-i-am.html' title='Blogito, ergo sum (I blog, therefore I am). A Diary Entry.'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-7444691984852656454</id><published>2008-12-02T17:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:08:48.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so Lutheran...</title><content type='html'>Since I'm Lutheran, I have an inborn, genetic sense of guilt. Catholics get Original Sin, Lutherans get Original Guilt. In no small way, this guilt affects every aspect of my daily life; from work to Internet browsing, it's there. And every time I see the little "Blogger" bookmark on my Internet browser, I feel just a little bit guilty.&lt;br /&gt;"I could be Blogging right now" a nagging voice inside my head will say. So, guilt, be slaked for another week. Here is a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class seems to end with frustration and confusion lately, and I can't decide what's making me feel worse: The amount of work I have to do for each class or the confusion surrounding the assignments. Everything seems to make sense while I'm there but then I sit down and try to accomplish what was discussed in class, and I suddenly, everything I "figured out" in class seems to disappear. Is anybody else feeling this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-7444691984852656454?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/7444691984852656454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=7444691984852656454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7444691984852656454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7444691984852656454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-so-lutheran.html' title='I am so Lutheran...'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-7510821824178050230</id><published>2008-11-17T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:46:31.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our list from tonight</title><content type='html'>1. Create an alternate ending. &lt;br /&gt;2. Act out the story&lt;br /&gt;3. Paraphrase the story&lt;br /&gt;4. Rewrite the story as a poem&lt;br /&gt;5. Write an essay calle d “MY happiest day”&lt;br /&gt;6. Write a story from the girl’s point of view&lt;br /&gt;7. Write the story from the point of view of the other teachers&lt;br /&gt;8. They could give advice to the teacher&lt;br /&gt;9. They could fix the mistakes of the teacher&lt;br /&gt;10. They could fix the mistakes the girl made in the essays&lt;br /&gt;11. Write about what they would have done if they were in the teacher’s place&lt;br /&gt;12. They could write the story as a song&lt;br /&gt;13. They could draw the story as a comic&lt;br /&gt;14. Write about how they would have coached the girl&lt;br /&gt;15. Make it into a motion picture event&lt;br /&gt;16. Make the story into a powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;17. Rewrite the story in a different setting&lt;br /&gt;18. Rewrite the story in a different time period&lt;br /&gt;19. Reverse the roles of the student and the teacher&lt;br /&gt;20. Complete the story of the girl&lt;br /&gt;21. Scramble the order of the story and make it make sense.&lt;br /&gt;22. Write about what they would do if they were the other teachers&lt;br /&gt;23. Act the story without words&lt;br /&gt;24. Write an outline of the story&lt;br /&gt;25. Write a conclusion of how the teacher should change&lt;br /&gt;26. Draw a picture of the girl and the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;27. Continue the story from where the story ends.&lt;br /&gt;28. Write the backstory of the teacher&lt;br /&gt;29. Brainstorm ideas about teacher-student relationships&lt;br /&gt;30. Interpretive dance&lt;br /&gt;31. Write a personal reflection on the story in your blog.&lt;br /&gt;32. Rewrite the girl’s stories&lt;br /&gt;33. Discuss what makes a good teacher&lt;br /&gt;34. Think about what makes a good teacher&lt;br /&gt;35. Discuss good teaching habits in groups&lt;br /&gt;36. Write an essay about your favorite teacher&lt;br /&gt;37. Share the essay with the class&lt;br /&gt;38. Analyze the minimal pair problems the student ran into&lt;br /&gt;39. Make a board game out of grammar issues found in the story&lt;br /&gt;40. Make a collage &lt;br /&gt;41. Make a collage of the words found in the story&lt;br /&gt;42. Make a collage of the words containing mistakes found in the story&lt;br /&gt;43. Write a news report about this&lt;br /&gt;44. Write a script for a news report&lt;br /&gt;45. Write an interview with the teacher&lt;br /&gt;46. Make Vietnamese food and write down the recipe. &lt;br /&gt;47. Make some cakes&lt;br /&gt;48. Go through and underline the words you don’t understand. Make different definitions for them&lt;br /&gt;49. Find the date July 12, 1976&lt;br /&gt;50. Listen to the story on a tape.&lt;br /&gt;51. Record yourself reading the story and critique it.&lt;br /&gt;52. Beat your partner with a hose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-7510821824178050230?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/7510821824178050230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=7510821824178050230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7510821824178050230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7510821824178050230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-list-from-tonight.html' title='Our list from tonight'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-1567301378974336653</id><published>2008-11-17T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:11:45.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for this week, whatever number it is</title><content type='html'>I lost track of the weeks. So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it weren't mentioned in the reading, I would still want to mention here what concept I've appreciated the most from this year: The K-W-L concept. It's so simple, and it can do so much for helping a teacher who is trying to determine how his or her students will respond to the topic being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like what was presented on Sheltered Instruction. This framework is incredibly useful for anything from building an entire curriculum down to designing a specific lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part I enjoyed was the section on group work. As I've said before, group work is not my forté, so it's always interesting to read about why it works and how others are MAKING it work. Within that, the buddy system stood out to me for a few reasons. The first reason is that in &lt;a href="http://www.scouting.org"&gt;Scouting&lt;/a&gt;, use of the &lt;a href="http://www.scouting.org/BoyScouts/AdvancementandAwards/2008RankUpdates.aspx"&gt;buddy system&lt;/a&gt; is required of all scouts. Second, this helps students play on the strengths of their classmates, and build their own learning goals within themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-1567301378974336653?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/1567301378974336653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=1567301378974336653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/1567301378974336653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/1567301378974336653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/readings-for-this-week-whatever-number.html' title='Readings for this week, whatever number it is'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-7172775454689526971</id><published>2008-11-17T15:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:45:28.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/author.php?auth_id=1239"&gt;David Budbill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes when day after day we have cloudless blue skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warm temperatures, colorful trees and brilliant sun, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it seems like all this will go on forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I harvest vegetables from the garden all day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then drink tea and doze in the late afternoon sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in the evening one night make pickled beets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and green tomato chutney, the next red tomato chutney,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the day after that pick the fruits of my arbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and make grape jam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when we walk in the woods every evening over fallen leaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through yellow light, when nights are cool, and days warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I am so happy I am afraid I might explode or disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or somehow be taken away from all this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at those times when I feel so happy, so good, so alive, so in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the world, with my own sensuous, beautiful life, suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think about all the suffering and pain in the world, the agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and dying. I think about all those people being tortured, right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my name. But I still feel happy and good, alive and in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the world and with my lucky, guilty, sensuous, beautiful life because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know in the next minute or tomorrow all this may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taken from me, and therefore I've got to say, right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what I feel and know and see, I've got to say, right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how beautiful and sweet this world can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-7172775454689526971?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/7172775454689526971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=7172775454689526971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7172775454689526971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7172775454689526971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-poem.html' title='Another Poem'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-2664630484724064079</id><published>2008-11-10T23:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:29:54.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I wasn't in class tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SRkXgcK3NvI/AAAAAAAAACI/01oECKPwHWc/s1600-h/0820071322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SRkXgcK3NvI/AAAAAAAAACI/01oECKPwHWc/s400/0820071322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267267085271512818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a picture of my lovely baby car sitting on the lot. I love my car. A lot. Not many grad students have a Volvo, but I'm one of the privileged few who has the luck of driving a snobby liberal car while listening to MPR on the way to Grad School. I rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snobbycar, as I sometimes call her, has been sick lately. I've had an inkling due to the fact that when I turn too far, her wheels scrape the body of the car and throw everything out of alignment. About two weeks back, she got real sick (yeah, bad grammar, deal with it) and I brought her in. My extended warranty covered the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sway arm&lt;br /&gt;Bushings&lt;br /&gt;Ball joint&lt;br /&gt;Steering Stops&lt;br /&gt;Alignment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, it came to about 1500 dollars worth of work. I had to pay 200 because of a technicality and a deductible. In all, not a bad deal.&lt;br /&gt;But one does not simply &lt;i&gt;call a guy&lt;/i&gt; when Volvo parts are needed. Oh no. Mr Mechanic called Volvo in Minneapolis and they didn't have the parts. Nobody in the surrounding states had the parts. Nobody at Volvo North America had the parts. So they called Sweden. At this point I overheard Mr Mechanic talking to his other Mechanic worker bees in a panicked voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We don't speak Swedish, and he doesn't speak English!&lt;/i&gt; I heard. &lt;i&gt;How are we going to order these parts if we don't speak Swedish?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now pay attention, because this is where it gets good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing of their plight, I snuck into a phone booth* and changed into my Captain Awesome outfit. I stepped out of the phone booth and stood for a moment so they could fully drink it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Captain Awesome doesn't speak Swedish, but he speaks Norwegian! They're mutually intelligible! I'll save the day!&lt;/i&gt; I cried in a manly voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After speaking very slowly to the man on the other end of the phone, I managed to get across what parts we needed. I don't know what sway arms or bushing &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt;, and I sure as hell don't know how to say "Steering Stop" in Norwegian, but with the help of the mechanics I managed to describe the parts to the man on the other end of the phone. After getting all of that straightened out, I asked him very casually (but in a manly way), &lt;i&gt;How does one say "Sway Arm" in Swedish?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He casually replied &lt;i&gt;Du sier det "Sway arm!"&lt;/i&gt; I guess it's good to know that in Sweden, they don't change the names of car parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. After waiting a week for the parts for Snobbycar to show up, they fixed it and I assumed that I would shortly be on my merry way. But when I got to the driver's seat and turned her on (as I am so adept at doing), I thought to myself &lt;i&gt;My, that's a strange loud noise! And my, that's a strange surging sensation! And &lt;b&gt;my oh my&lt;/b&gt; that's nowhere near the horsepower I had before!&lt;/i&gt; After hearing out Mr Mechanic's end of the tale on why it wasn't their fault that the engine didn't want to work after they did 1500 dollars of work to it. After sitting at home chewing it over and Googling the symptoms, I brought her to Tires Plus to see if she would even make it to the dealer in Minneapolis. 160 dollars later, they said yes. Yes she will.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the damage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Mass Airflow sensor: 500 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Two Oxygen sensors: 1050 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Six Spark Plugs: 192 Dollars&lt;br /&gt;One Timing chain: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;600 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* May be exaggerated. Maybe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-2664630484724064079?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/2664630484724064079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=2664630484724064079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/2664630484724064079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/2664630484724064079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-wasnt-in-class-tonight.html' title='Why I wasn&apos;t in class tonight.'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SRkXgcK3NvI/AAAAAAAAACI/01oECKPwHWc/s72-c/0820071322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3243313262996172020</id><published>2008-11-10T15:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:10:51.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for week twelve</title><content type='html'>Reading about Content-Based instruction made me realize how much I buy into that idea. Even though I'm a grammar nut, I've always believed that content-based learning is a much more effective way to teach a new language than by constant correction and an emphasis on being "right" over conveying an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along those same lines, I believe that a natural acquisition setting is much more effective than a structure-based setting. Since students get to focus on the language for several hours a day instead of just in short snippets, students will get stronger and more immersive experience with the target language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The structured setting doesn't appeal to me as much due to the fact that there is more pressure on the student to be correct, and there is less emphasis on accurately conveying an idea. The communicative setting is more appealing to me but I still don't like the idea of only exposing the students to the target language for 60 minutes a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3243313262996172020?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3243313262996172020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3243313262996172020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3243313262996172020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3243313262996172020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/readings-for-week-twelve.html' title='Readings for week twelve'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-5951250195506393854</id><published>2008-11-10T13:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:50:52.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Week 11 class.</title><content type='html'>Wow. I feel so overwhelmed. When I first read about the portfolio at the beginning of the semester, I didn't fully grasp or appreciate the magnitude of this project. Combined with the Multi-Genre Research project, it seems as though I'm in for a long few weeks. I'm glad that I can work with a partner on this, that makes it a little less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Bekir gave a stirring presentation. I thoroughly enjoyed how they presented their information and engaged the class. The way they got us into groups was very effective, and I felt that overall, I learned a lot more than I would have by simply listening to a lecture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-5951250195506393854?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/5951250195506393854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=5951250195506393854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5951250195506393854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5951250195506393854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/reflections-on-week-11-class.html' title='Reflections on Week 11 class.'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-4316385026649835208</id><published>2008-11-09T15:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:45:14.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; How To Be a Poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/author.php?auth_id=1441"&gt;Wendell Berry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to remind myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make a place to sit down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sit down. Be quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You must depend upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;affection, reading, knowledge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skill—more of each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;than you have—inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work, growing older, patience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for patience joins time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to eternity. Any readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who like your work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doubt their judgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Breathe with unconditional breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the unconditioned air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shun electric wire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Communicate slowly. Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a three-dimensioned life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay away from screens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay away from anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that obscures the place it is in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are no unsacred places;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are only sacred places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and desecrated places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Accept what comes from silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make the best you can of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of the little words that come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of the silence, like prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prayed back to the one who prays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make a poem that does not disturb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the silence from which it came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-4316385026649835208?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/4316385026649835208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=4316385026649835208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4316385026649835208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4316385026649835208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem.html' title='Poem!'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-8788660934718885860</id><published>2008-11-04T12:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:53:54.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dickinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><title type='text'>Happy Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success is Counted Sweetest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/author.php?auth_id=1586"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success is counted sweetest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; By those who ne'er succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To comprehend a nectar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Requires sorest need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Not one of all the purple Host&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who took the Flag today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can tell the definition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So clear of Victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  As he defeated — dying —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On whose forbidden ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The distant strains of triumph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Burst agonized and clear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-8788660934718885860?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/8788660934718885860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=8788660934718885860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/8788660934718885860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/8788660934718885860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-election-day.html' title='Happy Election Day'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-6312480715134216611</id><published>2008-11-03T11:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:09:30.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>I'm still hooked on this daily poem from &lt;a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/"&gt;The Writer's Almanac&lt;/a&gt;. I never was much of a poetry fan, but ever since I actually studied it, I've started to really appreciate it. I don't expect this to count as one of my blog entries for the week, but I'll keep posting these nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By &lt;a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/author.php?auth_id=1474"&gt;Pat Schneider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned&lt;br /&gt; that life goes on,&lt;br /&gt;or doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;That days are measured out&lt;br /&gt;in tiny increments&lt;br /&gt;as a woman in a kitchen&lt;br /&gt;measures teaspoons&lt;br /&gt;of cinnamon, vanilla,&lt;br /&gt;or half a cup of sugar&lt;br /&gt;into a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have learned&lt;br /&gt;that moments are as precious as nutmeg,&lt;br /&gt;and it has occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;that busy interruptions&lt;br /&gt;are like tiny grain moths,&lt;br /&gt;or mice.&lt;br /&gt;They nibble, pee, and poop,&lt;br /&gt;or make their little worms and webs&lt;br /&gt; until you have to throw out the good stuff&lt;br /&gt;with the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It took two deaths&lt;br /&gt;and coming close myself&lt;br /&gt;for me to learn&lt;br /&gt;that there is not an infinite supply&lt;br /&gt;of good things in the pantry.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-6312480715134216611?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/6312480715134216611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=6312480715134216611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/6312480715134216611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/6312480715134216611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-1512096919740826599</id><published>2008-11-02T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:27:04.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for week eleven.</title><content type='html'>I actually learn from Mechanical Drilling. I don't like it, I don't prefer it, and I don't endorse it, but somehow it makes me learn. I've actually thought a lot about it, and I think it's because I can look for patterns in the words, and as long as I can discern meaning from the words, I can try to figure out what is being said and what I'm being taught. This is definitely an advantage for me, and I enjoy the fact that I have this ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-1512096919740826599?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/1512096919740826599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=1512096919740826599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/1512096919740826599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/1512096919740826599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/readings-for-week-eleven.html' title='Readings for week eleven.'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3899608732537360974</id><published>2008-11-01T17:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:07:48.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to week ten class</title><content type='html'>I often joke that I sit in the back of the class because I'm Lutheran. If you've ever been in a Lutheran church, you'll notice that they fill from the back to the front. We Lutherans are a modest, sensible people and we don't like to draw attention to ourselves. This is a proven, scientific fact. Any good Garrison Keillor fan knows this. But there is also a darker, more sinister reason I sit in&lt;br /&gt;the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the ADHD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that stuck out to me from class this week was Thea's comment on ADD/ADHD students. She said that the worst thing to do to an ADD student was to stick them in the front. When I was a little kid, I would often get put in the front of the class because it didn't appear as though I was paying attention when in reality, I was paying attention to EVERYTHING! It's far easier for me to sit in the back and watch everything that's happening in front of me than it is for me to sit in the back and twist around to see everything that's happening &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that discussion, I also really enjoyed Mai and Kizuna's presentation. The game got me up and moving, and got me engaged in the content being presented. Kizuna and Mai worked together seamlessly and played very well off of each other's personalities, and all around I throughly enjoyed their presentations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3899608732537360974?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3899608732537360974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3899608732537360974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3899608732537360974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3899608732537360974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/11/reaction-to-week-ten-class.html' title='Reaction to week ten class'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-4989083019569280447</id><published>2008-10-28T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:41:37.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be well, do good work, and keep in touch</title><content type='html'>Every morning, the poem for NPR's radio show &lt;a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Writer's Almanac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; comes to my inbox. The poem is a quiet moment that I have to lok forward to every day, and today's was no exception, especially given what we discussed yesterday in class while we were discussing ADD/ADHD.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about reading and hearing The Writer's Almanac is the way that Garrison Keillor ends it with "Be well, do good work, and keep in touch". Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tuning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By &lt;a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/author.php?auth_id=2437"&gt;Christine Rheine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I try to tune out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boom! boom! boom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   from the shooting range two miles from my house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     and think of the people who live next door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  to the targets, or in the din of London and Berlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   where nightingales now sing fourteen decibels louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     to be heard by mates, quintupling the pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  in their lungs. I've never heard a nightingale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   but I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; came from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nausea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bulls-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; names the goal for some blurry desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bullseye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a band in Norway playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gung-ho rock and roll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   like the kid down the street whose car speakers rumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     through his closed windows and mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  drums pummeling our insides. If I told him I once hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   among redwoods, heard ghostly calls in the stillness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     branches somewhere in the canopy sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  moaning as they swayed, would he say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the way my sons have mumbled it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     intending that I shouldn't—or maybe should—hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  all talk target practice, ricochet and sashay, headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   and heartache, duck and cover. In a fable, Lion realizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     too late his vulnerability, the tunnel of his ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  tiny Mosquito zooming in. Out beyond Pluto, Voyager's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   golden disc offers mud pots, thunder, footsteps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     a Brandenburg Concerto and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johnny B. Goode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Was the very first song a hum or a shout, laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   or weeping? When my friend, at forty, praised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     her cochlear implants, she complained about work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  the ringing office phones—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do people concentrate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I consider her vacations—wind surfing, rock climbing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     marathons—how different now that she hears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  each splash and scrape, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of heavy exhalation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I wish I could adorn my ears the way warriors in India did, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     with metallic green beetle wings, an iridescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  clacking and tinkling at the Feast of Courage. Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   if we could hear bread rising, dew forming, the budding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     of raspberries, the tear of a cocoon, a minnow's pulse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  our own cells growing, dying. When my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   kisses my ear, I love the swoosh, the quiver, his breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     sand driven by wind, my whispered name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-4989083019569280447?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/4989083019569280447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=4989083019569280447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4989083019569280447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/4989083019569280447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-well-do-good-work-and-keep-in-touch.html' title='Be well, do good work, and keep in touch'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3112604170485027633</id><published>2008-10-25T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:00:09.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a buzz (reaction to class on 10-20-08)</title><content type='html'>I like giving presentations. In fact, I love it. Given the fact that I work best with pressure (as I've mentioned before) it makes sense that being in front of a group makes everything fall into place with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first presentation went very well, but Dr Smidt gave me some valuable feedback that I took to heart. Stephanie also used the feedback she was given in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; previous presentation, and between the two I think we came up with a pretty kick-ass lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the planning process, Stephanie did a very good job at reminding me that we need to cover ALL of the learning types, not just the ones that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; respond to. Keeping that in mind, we designed a very diverse lesson that covered kinaesthetic learners, aural learners, and visual learners.  Trying to keep the students active and interested throughout the whole process was a bit of an ongoing challenge, but since we're both flexible teachers, this was not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation was over and we had moved to the GLL, we started critiquing the genres of other groups, and we got ours critiqued as well. It was nice getting them reviewed because many of the other groups gave us ideas that we didn't have, and they saw problems that we hadn't caught before. Now that we are aware of those problems, we can fix them and have an even nicer presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3112604170485027633?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3112604170485027633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3112604170485027633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3112604170485027633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3112604170485027633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-buzz-reaction-to-class-on-10-20-08.html' title='What a buzz (reaction to class on 10-20-08)'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-209730883552747849</id><published>2008-10-20T16:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:27:38.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for week nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I say this every week, but HOLY CRAP, IT'S WEEK 9!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I was just tired this week or if I have a legitimate point, but this week's reading was drier than Sarah Palin's newspaper repertoire... ba-ZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading, a common theme kept recurring to me, one that I plan to touch on in my presentation with Stephanie tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALWAYS HAVE A PLAN B!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I'm not talking about birth control, I'm talking about your lesson plan. What if your students don't like what you're talking about? What if they don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; what you're talking about?&lt;br /&gt;What if they don't participate and your lesson is contingent on their participation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea was discussed in the reading, and another concept was brought up; one that I hadn't given much thought to before. The differences between macro and micro are pretty big, and if you take one into account but not the other then you'll have a pretty big mess on your hands. As I said before, I had never given those concepts much thought, but now I know I'll have to. One of the biggest fears I have surrounding teaching is my ability and motivation to create lesson plans, and this chapter is definitely helping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-209730883552747849?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/209730883552747849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=209730883552747849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/209730883552747849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/209730883552747849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/readings-for-week-nine.html' title='Readings for week nine'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-5211438793975514840</id><published>2008-10-20T16:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:19:20.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Class on 10-13-08</title><content type='html'>Class went well tonight. Smooth sailing through calm seas.&lt;br /&gt;There were two things I liked about class tonight. The first was Jodie's presentation. I REALLY liked the way she handled the different learning styles of the students. I liked the videos, I liked the worksheet, and I liked the way it all tied together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing we did in class which made me feel a lot better was discuss the multi-genre project with my groupmates. I lack focus in MANY areas of my life, and my groupmates and I were having trouble keeping our project going in one direction at a time. We managed to get a common thread to tie everything together and we now have two completed genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-5211438793975514840?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/5211438793975514840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=5211438793975514840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5211438793975514840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5211438793975514840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/class-on-10-13-08.html' title='Class on 10-13-08'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-3821031313168448605</id><published>2008-10-12T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:43:21.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for week eight.</title><content type='html'>I've had a very diverse history of language learning. Throughout all of my experiences, however, I only had one teacher who was a native of the target language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame (Hereafter abbreviated as Mme.) Hoveland was my French teacher my senior year of high school. I had taken (and enjoyed) beginning French the year before from an American woman who taught Spanish and French, and I was hoping my experience with Mme. Hoveland would be similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's eerie how the list on page 435 of MCM follows the differences I experienced VERBATIM! She was much more relaxed in her methodology, but she also had significantly higher expectations. A clear example of the contrast between her and my previous teacher was with spelling. Mme Hoveleand was far less patient with students who had problems with French phonetics, while Mme Kuettner (whom I had the year before) was very patient with poor spellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could bore you with the details, but I've had a few complaints about the length of my blog entries, so I'll cut this one short and see you all in class tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-3821031313168448605?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3821031313168448605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=3821031313168448605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3821031313168448605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/3821031313168448605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/readings-for-week-eight.html' title='Readings for week eight.'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-2839691557416544478</id><published>2008-10-12T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:18:16.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-genre project journal 1</title><content type='html'>My multi-genre group and I sat down together in class and discussed our timeline for our upcoming&lt;br /&gt;due assignments, and we fleshed out our own due dates (which of course, coincide nicely with Dr Smidt's due dates!) for when each of our genres are due. The first set is due this Wednesday (amongst ourselves) so that we can show each other what we've accomplished, and we can give and receive feedback on our drafts. It will be nice to have these "due" a little bit earlier than normal so we don't end up cramming it together at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm still a little intimidated by the magnitude of this project. The examples that we've looked at in class are 40-60 pages long! I don't know what I'm going to produce that will be that length, but I hope it's good, and I hope I pass....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-2839691557416544478?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/2839691557416544478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=2839691557416544478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/2839691557416544478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/2839691557416544478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/multi-genre-project-journal-1.html' title='Multi-genre project journal 1'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-9048084963762644432</id><published>2008-10-12T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:20:10.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to class on 10-6-08</title><content type='html'>Holy cow, we're already done with week 7. That means I will soon be halfway done with my first semester of grad school. At least 3 more semesters to go. You can do it, Ferguson....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed Rachel's presentation. Sometimes it's fun to introduce an element of competition to the class. As long as that competition stays friendly and doesn't cross any lines, I think it's a good thing that can be used very well to a teacher's advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really enjoy in class is coming up with a lesson plan. It's a little intimidating to think that I will eventually have to make a lesson plan for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single day&lt;/span&gt; that I will be teaching, but again, that's why I'm in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lesson plan was very thorough, and the lesson plan that we reviewed was also very thorough, at least after we got done picking it apart and changing it for a more advanced group. I'm definitely keeping these created plans to use in the future, because even though they got graded, they will still work in a classroom setting! This is definitely giving me practice for what I will hopefully spend the rest of my life doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I liked about class was the librarian who gave a synopsis of the electronic resources on campus. Like Dr Smidt, I never attended the freshman library orientation, so I was blissfully unaware of the resources at my disposal. The librarian showed us several different places we could look for information, and I intend to use that information to my full advantage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-9048084963762644432?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/9048084963762644432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=9048084963762644432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/9048084963762644432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/9048084963762644432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/class-on-10-6-08.html' title='Reaction to class on 10-6-08'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-6933825129223108755</id><published>2008-10-06T00:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:38:06.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Readings for week 7</title><content type='html'>Tension and anxiety are my drug of choice, second only to caffeine. On page 61, Lightbrown and Spada discuss how some students may respond better to certain levels of tension and anxiety, and also to certain levels of relaxation. Also, a technique mentioned in class (I think we all know to which one I'm referring) was studied for lowering inhibition in second language learners, although this may only demonstrate a performance increase in second language learners, and not actual acquisition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to my original point, tension and anxiety are the thread that hold me together, especially during times when focus is necessary. I will often have friends and family ask me if I can understand people speaking Spanish in the mall or grocery store or something, and I never can, because there is no tension keeping me focused on what is being said. If I'm in a conversation where I need Spanish, I'm always able to perform well, since the situation provides me with a small amount of tension that I can use to keep myself focused. It's interesting reading about these ideas and seeing them fleshed out and put into words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-6933825129223108755?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/6933825129223108755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=6933825129223108755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/6933825129223108755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/6933825129223108755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/readings-for-week-7.html' title='Readings for week 7'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-5032056787861227974</id><published>2008-10-04T16:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:04:50.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 5 class</title><content type='html'>Aaron gave a presentation that summarized what we read. Even though the class had already read the material, I always find it helpful to review what I learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One concept that tonight's class helped me put into words is the fact that reward can backfire. Yes, students may learn more/better if they are rewarded for their efforts, but the reward may often take the place of the motivation to learn. For instance: If students are given a task with vague instructions like "make flashcards" and are given a piece of candy for each flashcard they make, they may create low-quality flashcards in great quantity so that they can receive more candy. The point of the exercise is not to eat candy, but students will treat it as such. It takes a wise teacher to know when to cut off reward, or to know when to limit it to keep it from overtaking the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as Stephanie pointed out in class and in her blog, the reward can backfire if some students are left behind. If students are given a piece of candy for each correct math problem, the reward will be effective so long as the students are receiving roughly equal amounts of candy. But in her case, she was far behind the class, and started to lose hope, thusly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decreasing&lt;/span&gt; her motivation. Just as we learned a few weeks back, a teacher must observe the frustration level of the students to determine if the activity/reward is causing more bad feelings than good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-5032056787861227974?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/5032056787861227974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=5032056787861227974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5032056787861227974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/5032056787861227974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-5-class.html' title='Week 5 class'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-8965093095008630662</id><published>2008-09-28T23:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:06:01.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Class on 9-22-2008</title><content type='html'>I was initially pretty uncomfortable with the entire concept of this multi-genre project. I chose "humor in the TESL classroom" for my topic, and I was growing increasingly apprehensive about how we were going to report on using humor to teach English. But, my group and I talked it over, and I'm now feeling MUCH more comfortable with this as a topic. I think that this project is going to be rather enjoyable, and I'm really looking forward to the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from assuaging my fears on the multi-genre project, class made me (once again) very aware of the differences between undergrad and graduate school. Obvious differences aside, I always notice how much enthusiasm my fellow students have for school. It's obvious that they're there because they want to be, and not because they have to be. It's a nice change. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-8965093095008630662?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/8965093095008630662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=8965093095008630662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/8965093095008630662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/8965093095008630662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/09/class-on-9-22-2008.html' title='Class on 9-22-2008'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-43854370480425813</id><published>2008-09-21T23:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:07:32.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction to 9-15 class</title><content type='html'>I liked the activity we played in class. It gave me a chance to stretch my legs and get my blood flowing, and to meet more people. I didn't know the material as well as I thought I did, but I manged to figure out who my partner was supposed to be, thanks mainly to some generous clues. I also learned a very important lesson from Dr Smidt: Know how much is too much. As an ESL teacher, it will be my job to monitor my class during activities and determine if it's an effective and challenging activity, or if the students are merely becoming frustrated. While I didn't have any problems with what we did, I could definitely see how some students would become frustrated with such a task. I think Dr Smidt taught us all a very important idea that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; in the text, and I hope that I can remember to stay vigilant and remember to always observe how my class is feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-43854370480425813?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/43854370480425813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=43854370480425813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/43854370480425813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/43854370480425813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/09/reaction-to-9-15-class.html' title='Reaction to 9-15 class'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-8756519933623730322</id><published>2008-09-21T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:52:55.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading for week 5</title><content type='html'>I like lists. There's a website that I frequent which is called &lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt; that frequently displays "Top Ten" lists (such as &lt;a href="http://discussionleader.hbsp.com/davenport/2008/06/top_ten_reasons_for_top_ten_li.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; list of the top ten reasons for making top ten lists) and I enjoy them because they provide me with a format that is much easier for me to follow than traditional print. That's why I enjoyed chapter 7 of L&amp;amp;S so much. Even though a lot of content was given, I could follow it much more easily than plain text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 17 on the list caught my eye at the beginning of the semester, and again tonight. I've always know that anything can be taught to anybody, given the proper teacher, and I've often believed this to be true, even if the student doesn't understand the language of instruction. I tested my theory in my &lt;a href="http://teslblogofawesomeness.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-good-reaction-to-class-on-9-17.html"&gt;Wednesday evening class&lt;/a&gt; and even though it's far from a conclusive study, students can learn to use &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/download_picasa.html"&gt;Picasa&lt;/a&gt; even when they're instructed in a language they don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 16 also spoke to me. When I was in Madrid, I had a wonderful teacher named Sara (without an H!) who would always correct our grammar as the words left our mouths, giving us a chance to IMMEDIATELY correct ourselves. I loved that she did this, and she taught me a lot about Spanish and also about teaching and proper correction. This also tied in with number 12. Even though some students may feel discouraged when they are constantly corrected, I enjoy it and learn best from it because the context is still fresh in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-8756519933623730322?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/8756519933623730322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=8756519933623730322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/8756519933623730322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/8756519933623730322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/09/reading-for-week-5.html' title='Reading for week 5'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2620741247136723252.post-7790479845884839628</id><published>2008-09-14T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:10:36.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>f1r5t p05t!!!!111oneoneone</title><content type='html'>I didn't know what to expect during my first class. It was my first graduate level class, and I was very, very surprised at the amount of interaction between the Esther and the class, and as the class went on and various methods were mentioned, they stuck in my head because Esther was not only teaching them to us, she was USING them. Simultaneously, it was wonderful and fascinating to see a professor using the material being taught in class. My undergrad degrees were in foreign languages, so I saw the material being used on a daily basis, but there was little "practice" being taught. Spanish doesn't have a lot of "theory" attached to it, and one could argue that there is no approach to speaking Spanish, you just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few emotional breakdowns those first two weeks of class, caused by the amount of work I had to do for each of my three classes, and I had to do it with the spare time I had after working full time and being a decent member of my family. A large contributor to that pool of stress was my looming presentation on the assigned readings for the week. I was well aware that during undergrad, I put work off until the last possible moment. I work phenominally well under pressure, but I knew that had to change for grad school. All of that led me to volunteer for the first presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked being in front of the class. I like giving presentations, and I love being able to interact with groups. I thought the presentation went relatively well, but Esther gave me some advice that will help me hone my technique for next time. I'm aware that I don't work well in groups, and that habit reared it's ugly head during our presentation. I didn't let Veronika talk. I got nervous and mildly inspired, and I led the class on a wild goose chase of a discussion. During all of that, I nearly forgot there was someone else who was supposed to be helping me present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll have a better APPROACH and METHOD for next time. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2620741247136723252-7790479845884839628?l=kabiffftesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/feeds/7790479845884839628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2620741247136723252&amp;postID=7790479845884839628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7790479845884839628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2620741247136723252/posts/default/7790479845884839628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kabiffftesl.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1r5t-p05t111oneoneone.html' title='f1r5t p05t!!!!111oneoneone'/><author><name>El Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12700215232056916136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EAl4tTYogNw/SLsKDT-B1II/AAAAAAAAAAM/FAhU9xCSlFA/S220/HPIM2282.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
