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final project- ozobot video!

Video with and by the lovely Jess, Michaela, Bree (and me)!

A little bit about our Ozobot Inquiry:

Inquiry Question:

  • How can we incorporate and implement ozobots into our classrooms to help facilitate learning? 

What are the pros, cons, and risks?

  • Learning curve 
  • Training
  • Need to understand how to use it as a teacher
  • Cost 
  • Need to program the Ozobots 
  • Teaches coding 
  • Hands-on learning 
  • Fun 
  • Utilize into classroom routines and cross-curricular 
  • Engages different types of learners 
  • Students can break the Ozobots 
  • Small spaces can be crowded 
  • Could be used inappropriately 

What is the relationship of your topic to teaching and learning?

  • Can be used cross-curricularly 
  • New skill for students 
  • Can motivate students to be creative and explore new technology 
  • Can be a great jumping off point for students who wish to go into computer science (STEM, coding, etc.)
  • Learn about robotics, math, and programming 
  • https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gojJR0Rs5n0&t=2s
  • Pattern recognition 

Notes:

  • Makerspace 
  • Make an instructional video 

joanna lake

I was very inspired by Joanna’s talk and took extensive notes that are posted below. She ignited the idea that I might actually enjoy teaching middle school. There were so many creative teaching approaches and ideas that she taught us.

Take attendance using a mood board. E.g. guinea pigs. Can show verbally/non-verbally. Mediaeval owls. Link them to the curriculum. Class-created bulletin board. Let students have lots of control. Ss get to design the room. Feel-good Fridays, write each other letters and notes. Start low risk, a question such as “how do you feel about this grade?” build up throughout the year. Have an olympics- mental, physical. Include drawing at bottom of pages. Use memes. Start each day the same. Joke of the day/class playlist/would you rather. Do a student survey. Surveymonkey. What type of learning works best for you? How do you like to sit? You can never have too many visuals. Visual schedules. When coming back from lunch- calming music, individual reading. Share your interests with you pets. Picture of you at their age. Model what each of the proficiency scales looks likes (emerging,, developing, proficient). Peer-review. “Scale”, “why”. Co-create rubrics. Show a sample you made- ask them what they observed. Flipgrade- add stickers. When include digital media, shy students can be themselves. Flipgrid. Freshgrade- digital portfolio site. WordPress- portfolio. Parents can comment on the work. Assessment- submit their best wokr to freshgrade. Add a comment about why they chose those things.Make a coat of arms to represent your identity. Sandwich writing- instructions on how to make a sandwich, using transitional words. Use mentor texts. Start with getting them to write creatively about themselves to get to know them better. If ss are talking over you- use hands, count down from 5. Timer on the board. Tone bell. Thank them for listening, seeming alert and putting your things away. Content is suggestions. Competencies (skills) are what we’re looking for. Imad suggested a youtube movie: Humans.

march 18

Once again we were introduced to some really great sites. 

  • Common Sense Education- plickers, kahoot. Resources and reviews. 
  • Google Earth
  • Google Classrooms
  • Second Life- virtual characters
  • Gather Town- video chat. 2D animations.
  • Double, Kubi, VGo.
  • Massive Open Online Courses. 
  • IXL.com
  • Minecraft
  • Wombo

Other notes: The pandemic has shown us that online learning cannot fully replace face-to-face learning. The 5 Rs: decolonizing and indigenizing online learning- respect, reciprocity, relevance, responsibility, relationships.  Learning Analytics- can be intrusive. You can set up your own google classroom and take a course to familiarise yourself with it.

I played Minecraft for the first time and it was really fun. I understand the appeal, finally! It was fairly easy to use which I appreciated. I am not confident enough to use it in an education context, but perhaps at some point I will be. My colleague Cori has published two books that serve as parents’ guides to Minecraft, which she said I could borrow!

2050- After the Natural Revolution (a short story)

My students are laughing at me. Again. That’s fair. I’m 60. I get it. Not supposed to be cool. I remember when I was a middle schooler, Miss Wexter, that old hippy, would tape toilet paper over the VHS where the subtitles were, because she didn’t know how to remove them. We were watching Sound of Music, her favourite, for the fifth time. We’d sit smiling at our crotches, at the Nokia phones we were making half-hearted attempts at hiding, their black-and-white screens flashing expensive, purposeless text messages. When my best friend Anne would make a snorting laugh in the middle of Edelweiss, Wexler would pull the plug out of the TV and rage. She’d yell at us ungrateful children that we would snap out of this phase, that mobile phones were just the new pokemon cards, except for the fact that these new toys were cancer-inducing. If anything important ever was to be said, it would be done so on a stationary phone, a letter, or face-to-face. Poor Miss Wexler. I wonder what happened to her, if she had the energy to rage against machines until her death. Perhaps that’s what these kids think about me. I try to hide my phone addiction from them, typing at the screen under my desk. I don’t even bother to bring my Tabtop to school anymore. It’s like they have an allergy to screens, or anything from the past. The only thing worthy of their written text is 100 percent organic, ethically sourced papyrus. Their favourites are the beet-died and herbal-infused. This trend started about 10 years ago, when more and more students started complaining about the white A4 of my time gave them headaches, and parents chipping in that their white blank shininess was almost the equivalent to, god forbid, screens! 

Today I am teaching a social studies class on the covid pandemic. This is the reason that they are laughing. I have dressed up as if it’s 2020. At least the laughter relieved some of the tension that first arose when the students walked in this morning. Seeing the tech devices I had hunted down, my old non-working Iphone and an equally dead MacBook which I borrowed from the library’s archives, they shuddered and hurried to their desks. No one, save for Cardamom, accepted my invitation to come up to the desk and touch them. For this special day, I was also wearing a wig, to hide my purple hair underneath. Back in the day, my hair was earth tone, or as you said then- natural. 

“Why was everyone’s hair so boring and unhealthy-looking back then?” asks Castor, hair currently black with red polka dots. 

“Well, people just liked it that way.”

“Did they only wear earth tone clothes too? Did they HAVE colour back then?”, asks Elf. 

Whether they are mocking me on purpose or just are blissfully ignorant, they are sure as hell annoying me. I take the wig off and decide to skip to the meat of the lesson. 

“Technology”, I say, letting the word linger in the air for a second, allowing for impact. “Has been a controversial topic ever since the pandemic ended in 2025.”

I turn to the large papyrus cloth that covers the whole wall behind me and get out my quill. I scribble ‘The Natural Revolution’ in large letters, and ask them what they know about it. Cardamom’s hand is as usual the first to go up.

“The Natural Revolution started in 2026. They discovered that 5G networks were making everyone sick and caused the pandemic. Also, the evil tech giants were wanting to much control, so the people took power back and threw out their technology.”

“Thank you, Cardamom”, I said. “I just want to point out, that some political parties believed 5G networks were behind covid, however, it has never been proven. Also, I know you’re a smart bunch, but just to clarify, since I’ve had to in the past, the tech giants weren’t actual, like, proper fairy tale giants
”

To my relief, the class laughs. So they’re not THAT ill informed, at least. 

Leopard puts his hand up and says:

“Once I went to this country, I don’t remember what it’s called, that has electricity and my head really hurt and I got skin rashes.”

“That happens to me when my mum doesn’t dye my hair with dandelion and lilac essence”, Castor chipped in. 

Their hairs are all coloured with natural dies. The trend started when I was in my early forties. It had begun in extreme naturals circles, where they believed the dye and essences sent nourishment back into your roots, your scalp, and then into your brain. Bullshit, if you ask me, which I still believe to this day. But you don’t want to be the only earth toned head on the continent. So I gave in, and have stuck with purple over the last decade. Around the same time, they made tie-dye unisex dresses mandatory for all government-funded staff. There, I didn’t have a choice. Miss Wexter might actually have liked this era more than me.

At night I take the pedal bus home. I’m lucky to get a back spot on the 30 person tandem, so no one sits behind me and can tell that I’m not pedalling. I’m 60. I’m tired. 30 years until retirement suddenly seems like a long time. 

tools, sites, concepts

Michael introduced us to some new sites, tools and concepts today. 

menti.com

Students can answer questions to prompts, and their replies will be collected anonymously and presented in beautiful patterns. 

mural.com

This requires no log-in and is very quick and easy. It is basically a site for virtual post-its where you can work collaboratively and see changes in real time.

Powerpoint tool

We were shown that if you simply have an image and a text on powerpoint, you can easily enhance the layout by just a few clicks. Powerpoint surprises once again! 

Instructional Wrap

To make students think and inquire about a topic, you can put up an image and write/ask: What do you see? What do you know? What do you wonder?

SAMR

Stands for: Substitution, Augmentation, Modification, Redefinition, and is about how tech can enhance learning (e.g. google docs, recording a presentation, etc.)

Conversations

In my small group, we talked about how much we enjoyed ed camp, where one student got to teach others about an area of expertise. Kids can also do this, making them feel confident and empowered. We also thought that there should be more discussions during class for the younger grades, as learning is partly social, and it helps them think critically and creatively. However, instead of just instructing them to ‘reflect’, the teacher should provide a scaffold, such as prompts or guidance for the discussion. Some Talk Structures are: Think Pair Share, Snowball Conversation, Fishbowl Conversations

lecture by tracy humphries

Tracy had an eye-opening lecture about how tech and students with varying disabilities. Often disabled students can be denied tech, have outdated tools, or not enough access or knowledge to sufficiently use them. Even though tech is often used as a communication tool for these students, it can often be removed from students as a punishment.The parents of these students also want more access to and training in tech. For example, Fresh Grade is something seemingly simple and often used, yet it should not be assumed that all parents know how to use it.  

It seems in many cases that to access full support, the student needs to have an official designation, as this relates to funding. Unfortunately, there are huge waitlists for assessments, and students should not have to wait to access the proper tools to aid their learning.

Tracy mentioned ‘ableism’ which is a social prejudice against people with disabilities; thinking that they are less and that their designation defines them. As we live in a capitalist society, we are often valued by our work and our ability to work. 

We should have engaging, collaborative meetings with unions, principals, students and families to make sure these students are heard and helped. No one should be excluded or fall through the cracks. 

Right after this class, I went to visit my practicum placement for the first time. I am in a grade 1 and there were three students with varying disabilities. One of them was hard of hearing and had a hearing device. To help him, the teacher wore a microphone around her neck, that was connected to some speakers in the room. She said all of the rooms in the school had these, and they were often used in classes where no one had a hearing impairment, for the sake of the teacher not having to yell, and the students being able to hear even in the back. I thought this was great. It reminds me of something our class was told last year by some educators: If you find something that benefits one student, it will likely also benefit the rest of the class. The Grade 1s were doing a show-and-tell when I arrived, and the teacher gave the necklace-like microphone to one of the kids when it was their time to present, and they seemed really used to it. 

reading chapter 1 of my book

Listen to it here:

Anchor is a great recording site. It is also a great idea if you want to edit your text and flow, to listen to yourself reading your story. (Please disregard the title Hot Topics, Hot Takes- that was for a science project. Still figuring Anchor out!)

inspiration

We’ve all been there. In front of the blank screen, staring back at us daringly. And you wonder, what the hell do people write about? And as soon as you attempt a sentence, that nagging in your head changes to: nothing feels original, everything’s already been written!

At least, that’s how I’ve felt lately. What worked for me was to go back to the basics- remind myself of why I want to write in the first place. I think of all the books whose characters have inhabited my head and heart like old friends, of the songs so beautiful they make you dissolve. I made lists of some literary and musical inspirations, for next time that empty feeling strikes. Perhaps just looking at all the artists and author’s names will refuel me, or it can be remind me to listen or read their work to get that instant inspiration.

BOOKS

The Silent Patient, Alex Michaelides

The Neapolitan Novels (series of 4), Elena Ferrante

An Illustrated Treasury of Swedish Folk and Fairy Tales, John Bauer

The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

Some Things That Stay, Sarah Willis

Belonging, Nora Krug

Where the Crawdads Sing, Delia Owens

Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin

The Lying Life of Adults, Elena Ferrante

Maggie Cassidy, Jack Kerouac

Selected Poems of Anne Sexton

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

The Girls, Emma Cline

The Divines, Ellie Eaton

Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov

Blonde, Joyce Carol Oats

To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

The Catcher in the Rye, J.D Salinger

Oskyld, Åsa Ericsdotter

SmĂ€lter, Åsa Ericsdotter

Kim Novak Badade Aldrig i Genesarets Sjö, HÄkan Nesser

Doktor Glas, Hjalmar Söderberg

MUSICIANS

David Bowie

Lana Del Rey

Lou Reed

Iggy Pop

Francoise Hardy

Jacques Brel

Serge Gainsbourg

Dalida

Edith Piaf

Mando Diao

Weyes Blood

Frida Hyvonen

Hakan Hellstrom

Arctic Monkeys

Alex Turner

Leonard Cohen

Rufus Wainwright

Velvet Underground

Ted Gardestad

Thastrom

chapter 3

“The colours are so bright they are burnt to the inside of my eyes
”

Ida leant her temple against the cool window, eyes closed, tasting the words, smiling. Rain hammered against the glass, so steadily it blurred into a smooth humming in her head. 

Maja, loyal and needy as a dog, burrowing her pitched question into Ida’s elsewhereness again. 

“Kalle and Lars are going fishing for pike, they surface when it’s raining, they’re huge.”

Her little cousin, expecting a no, was nervously tapping the threshold with one foot. It wasn’t this or the melodramatic gloss in her brown eyes that made Ida get up- for Maja’s neediness was insatiable- it was rather the thought of perhaps having something worthy to write back to mamma about. 

They walked through the rain, two pastel specks in raincoats, down to where the boys were sitting. 

“We want to fish too”, said Ida.

Kalle glanced over his shoulder, Lars remained static. Something hot welled up in Ida, and she swallowed it back, tasting acid and salt. Her brother’s indifference stung differently when they were around others. 

You can have the bamboo rods”, Kalle offered.

The girls sighed, but accepted this natural order of things. 

“And you can have five worms”, Kalle said, “If you use another dock.”

“What other dock?”

“Find another one, we want the pikes here to ourselves.”

  Maja growled dramatically, and grabbed the extra can of worms from her brother. 

“But if you catch one we share it”, she yelled.

“Sure, sis”, Kalle called back, his words barely detectable, any potential trace of irony washed away in the rain. 

They went into the woods that lined the curved end of the shoreline, wanting to get away from the boys. They turned on a barely-trampled path down to the water. Down a slight slope, birches framed an opening, the lake shining in the shady forest, and a splintered, rotting dock therein. They settled carefully on each side of it, to not tip it over. They tossed their lines as far as they could, only to get them caught in algae. 

“It’s too shallow”, Maja said.

She sighed and changed positions restlessly until she finally gave up. 

“Let’s go to the boys”

How free she seemed; undefined by defeat. Her brother would let her join, and they would both inhabit a still, agreeable silence, until they raced home, rods fencing. 

Ida let Maja go, feeling mighty in her chosen loneliness, alone in the rain on a sinking dock. She wanted to cry, but the scene seemed too perfect to be anything but pathetic. She sunk into her coat and tightened her grip around the bamboo. She wouldn’t move. Not until the giant elder pike, emerged from the folktails, came biting the wriggling, impaled worm, until she’d snapped back its boar-sized head, and its rigour mortis spasms had ceased, and the blood spread on the dock, dripping through the cracks, and its intestines hung out of the kitchen bin, and the butter in the cast iron pan sizzled and steamed up each window, rosing their cheeks, as they toasted to her, washing the white meat down with burning schnapps, and it would be all they ever talked talked about this summer, and this summer would forever become that summer, and she would write to
 

Suddenly, a giant splash tore through the silence. Ida stood up, gripping the rod with both hands. It trembled in her grip, determinedly outstretched. Something surfaced from the ripples made next to the dock. It wasn’t a pike, but a girl. A blonde head bobbing to the rhythm of her breast strokes. When she circled back toward the dock, she suddenly noticed Ida, and started to splash, as if drowning.

“JĂ€vlar” the girl swore. “What are you doing here?”

She started to front crawl for the shore, and when the water reached just beneath her shoulders, she froze. Ida stared. It looked like she was naked. 

“This is MY swimming spot”, the girl yelled. “Move!”

The girl was shivering from the cold, and heaving from anger. She looked crazy. Ida grabbed her rod, hastily wrapping the line around it. She got off the dock, but turned around, and walked towards the girl in the water. She stepped in with her rubber boots. The girl looked defiantly at her.

“What’s taking you so
”

Ida had sunk her hand into the worm can, and made a fist with soil, feeling it wriggle with life. In one swift motion, she threw the dirt in the girl’s face. Then she turned and ran. Tears burned her eyes, from the rushing of her heart. When she reached the big path, she heard something behind her, a sound twisted by the rain. It was her; Cornelia, laughing. 

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