Let's Start from the Very Beginning....
It's nearly Thanksgiving and a few students are falling behind. The class loves to talk and disrupt and see who can get away with throwing something or calling out something inappropriate. Even with helpers in the room, the students who love to make a scene are up to their usual antics. What to do?
Well low and behold, we have Whole Brain Teaching to implement this week before Thanksgiving break.
Class...Yes, Rules, and Teach will be introduced. Funny, this feels like sheltered instruction a bit doesn't it?
So does a teacher implement this with four different groups or try it out on half the classes to see how it's received?
Monday's plan, implement the first three aspects of WBT with the younger students. Watch and learn, then try it out on the older students on Tuesday. Slowly introduce the concepts and see where the "buy in" is at.
The question is, for teaching Computer Application skills, in this case spreadsheet components within Excel, how should the info be presented. Do I use the smart board and give a step by step sequence and then have them teach their partner? Ah! That might just work!!
Tune in later this week to hear how this goes with 9th - 12th graders who love to get out of their seat and love to talk!!
With care,
the Up River Princess
aka Jody
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Welcome to Sandbox Dreams
Where does your "happy place" reside?
As a child, the sandbox was my "happy place". This homemade fort that my father build for my sister and I housed an upstairs that served as fortress and lookout, and a downstairs that was a simple squared sandbox. The fact that it had a roof proved to provide a great shelter during the spring and autumn months when the rains would rush through the Pacific Northwest. During the hours of play, we would create the San Juan Islands complete with a tide (garden hose running full strength) until our father would come and put a stop to the fantasy. This box was the place I would pretend to be an owner of a pizza parlor. This box was the place where my dog would hide and I would walk past in a frantic search for her to find a three inch tail attached to a Boxer's sprawled body wagging; her version of hide-and-go-seek. This sandbox was filled with dreams of what adulthood might be like.
As a child, the sandbox was my "happy place". This homemade fort that my father build for my sister and I housed an upstairs that served as fortress and lookout, and a downstairs that was a simple squared sandbox. The fact that it had a roof proved to provide a great shelter during the spring and autumn months when the rains would rush through the Pacific Northwest. During the hours of play, we would create the San Juan Islands complete with a tide (garden hose running full strength) until our father would come and put a stop to the fantasy. This box was the place I would pretend to be an owner of a pizza parlor. This box was the place where my dog would hide and I would walk past in a frantic search for her to find a three inch tail attached to a Boxer's sprawled body wagging; her version of hide-and-go-seek. This sandbox was filled with dreams of what adulthood might be like.
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