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I was amazed today as a bold Kindergarten student approached the teachers' recess bench to complain about planetary injustice that he had observed on the playground.
"Dose guys ova deya ah dwopping theya fun bands into da main sewa line! Dey not taking caya of pwanet oath. Is de onwy wiving pwanet!"
Translation: "Those guys over there are dropping their fun bands into the main sewer line! They're not taking care of planet earth. It's the only living planet."
"Amazing that someone so young could recognize ecological injustice, even from the confines of the playground," Sir Coolman commented.
"Yes. Do you think adults will ever catch on?"
"That, my dear, remains to be seen," he said, and faded back into the glass.
While online today, I was messaged by Sir Coolman to network with others. I later found this cool site and did my very first blog hop. A blog hop is when bloggers share links and visit each other. It's a simple and cool concept.
After participating, Sir Coolman asked what I could pull from the experience to apply in the classroom. "Anything at all?"
"Well, this general idea is important in various aspects of life. Share and share alike, I suppose. Everybody wants lots of blog traffic. But few are willing to give traffic to others. In this way, everybody gets some of what they want and can come across some really excellent blogs, and..."
"I didn't ask anything about how this blogging experience can help you to create generalizations about blogging! My focus is..."
"I know. Education."
"Then you should also know that I am expecting you to communicate a way you can transfer this experience into the realm of teaching."
Honestly, I hadn't given it that much thought. But something soon became apparent. "When teachers work together, each willing to make minor sacrifices for each other, the whole school benefits. Sharing tips, advice, or information that can help someone are all very valuable things to pass along. Sure beats gossip!"
"Much better," he said. "Next time let's see if we can stay to the point."
While online today, I was messaged by Sir Coolman to network with others. I later found this cool site and did my very first blog hop. A blog hop is when bloggers share links and visit each other. It's a simple and cool concept.
After participating, Sir Coolman asked what I could pull from the experience to apply in the classroom. "Anything at all?"
"Well, this general idea is important in various aspects of life. Share and share alike, I suppose. Everybody wants lots of blog traffic. But few are willing to give traffic to others. In this way, everybody gets some of what they want and can come across some really excellent blogs, and..."
"I didn't ask anything about how this blogging experience can help you to create generalizations about blogging! My focus is..."
"I know. Education."
"Then you should also know that I am expecting you to communicate a way you can transfer this experience into the realm of teaching."
Honestly, I hadn't given it that much thought. But something soon became apparent. "When teachers work together, each willing to make minor sacrifices for each other, the whole school benefits. Sharing tips, advice, or information that can help someone are all very valuable things to pass along. Sure beats gossip!"
"Much better," he said. "Next time let's see if we can stay to the point."
I am a princess. That's the bottom line. God is King. He's my Father. I'm royalty.
It has become apparent to me that all females should experience being royalty. At least once in her life, every little girl should know that she is a princess. Add to this knowing that your God's princess, and you've got the beginnings of high feelings of self-worth.
Tyndale recently released its My Princess Bible, a colorful board book made for little girls. While it's not an actual Bible, it is a small collection of some of the interesting women of the Bible and how they fulfilled God's call on their life.
Each story contains two fill-in statements for an adult to write the name of the little princess who owns the Bible. The statements correspond with the actions of the person in that story.
The illustrations in this are culturally sensitive. The bright, vivid cover shows a rainbow of princesses featured in some of the Bible story. In fact, the seemingly most prominent woman on the book's front cover is actually Queen Esther. I was impressed with how noticeably dark her skin is. The book also shows smaller princesses - little girls playing dress-up in royal garb. Like that grown-ups featured in the book, they too represent a wide array of cultures. However, I was disappointed with the darkest little girl's appearance. She looked...inexpressive. She looked like she didn't know where she was or that she was a little afraid of the artist in the same way a child might not feel comfortable with a photographer. Perhaps this was the effect the artist was trying to accomplish. Either way, they still managed to create an excellent visual presentation of the women in the stories presented.
Overall, I would definitely consider purchasing this book for a little girl ages 2-4. It's a great addition to any preschool library. I hope that Tyndale will follow this lovely collection with one similar for every little prince.
As required by the US Trade Commission, Tyndale House Publishers provided me with a free copy of this book.
I am a princess. That's the bottom line. God is King. He's my Father. I'm royalty.
It has become apparent to me that all females should experience being royalty. At least once in her life, every little girl should know that she is a princess. Add to this knowing that your God's princess, and you've got the beginnings of high feelings of self-worth.
Tyndale recently released its My Princess Bible, a colorful board book made for little girls. While it's not an actual Bible, it is a small collection of some of the interesting women of the Bible and how they fulfilled God's call on their life.
Each story contains two fill-in statements for an adult to write the name of the little princess who owns the Bible. The statements correspond with the actions of the person in that story.
The illustrations in this are culturally sensitive. The bright, vivid cover shows a rainbow of princesses featured in some of the Bible story. In fact, the seemingly most prominent woman on the book's front cover is actually Queen Esther. I was impressed with how noticeably dark her skin is. The book also shows smaller princesses - little girls playing dress-up in royal garb. Like that grown-ups featured in the book, they too represent a wide array of cultures. However, I was disappointed with the darkest little girl's appearance. She looked...inexpressive. She looked like she didn't know where she was or that she was a little afraid of the artist in the same way a child might not feel comfortable with a photographer. Perhaps this was the effect the artist was trying to accomplish. Either way, they still managed to create an excellent visual presentation of the women in the stories presented.
Overall, I would definitely consider purchasing this book for a little girl ages 2-4. It's a great addition to any preschool library. I hope that Tyndale will follow this lovely collection with one similar for every little prince.
As required by the US Trade Commission, Tyndale House Publishers provided me with a free copy of this book.
As I implied yesterday, saying good-bye to someone you love dearly, even when they're just going on a trip to another part of the world, is difficult. With children, the effects can be much more devastating.
When a child suddenly experiences a temporary loss of someone they love, it is bound to affect them emotionally, socially, academically, and sometimes even physically. The child's loved-one may not be present for a number of reasons: military deployment, incarceration, illness, job-related travel, hiding from legal troubles, gang- or mob-related hiding. The children who come to our public schools may face any one of these issues. The effects of this loss on the children can lead to a number of conditions: decreased performance in school, increased problem behaviors in school, and more.
While it is easy to become upset when a student lashes out at the teacher with some form of emotional outburst, it is important to remember this: all actions have a cause. People do things for a reason. Unless you have an idea as to why a student is acting a certain way, sometimes the best way to combat disruptive behavior is to follow a number of these suggestions:
Breathe deeply. When you release, let your anger go out with it.
Talk calmly and realistically with the student.
Offer positive reinforcement for appropriate behavior.
Offer some form of creative or expressive outlet as an academic choice for the student.
Teachers must remember that, no matter how much we love our students and want to help, we are, in most cases, not qualified to act as an actual counselor. If you notice that a child is having difficulty coping with the absent of a parent, refer them to the school psychologist or counselor. Likewise, if you're not exactly sure how to help a student or what your actions should be, don't hesitate to ask a trusted teacher, a teacher-mentor, or school counselor.
Below are a few articles and resources I've located that deal with helping children with displaced parents.
As I implied yesterday, saying good-bye to someone you love dearly, even when they're just going on a trip to another part of the world, is difficult. With children, the effects can be much more devastating.
When a child suddenly experiences a temporary loss of someone they love, it is bound to affect them emotionally, socially, academically, and sometimes even physically. The child's loved-one may not be present for a number of reasons: military deployment, incarceration, illness, job-related travel, hiding from legal troubles, gang- or mob-related hiding. The children who come to our public schools may face any one of these issues. The effects of this loss on the children can lead to a number of conditions: decreased performance in school, increased problem behaviors in school, and more.
While it is easy to become upset when a student lashes out at the teacher with some form of emotional outburst, it is important to remember this: all actions have a cause. People do things for a reason. Unless you have an idea as to why a student is acting a certain way, sometimes the best way to combat disruptive behavior is to follow a number of these suggestions:
Breathe deeply. When you release, let your anger go out with it.
Talk calmly and realistically with the student.
Offer positive reinforcement for appropriate behavior.
Offer some form of creative or expressive outlet as an academic choice for the student.
Teachers must remember that, no matter how much we love our students and want to help, we are, in most cases, not qualified to act as an actual counselor. If you notice that a child is having difficulty coping with the absent of a parent, refer them to the school psychologist or counselor. Likewise, if you're not exactly sure how to help a student or what your actions should be, don't hesitate to ask a trusted teacher, a teacher-mentor, or school counselor.
Below are a few articles and resources I've located that deal with helping children with displaced parents.
Today, I attended a small Bon Voyage party for my friend who is moving to Macedonia. After church, I ran home and freshened up before heading to the party. Another friend of mine was hosting it and he showed his culinary talents by preparing bar-b-qued ribs, arroz con pollo, and salad. It was really delicious. He outdid himself.
My friend informed us of his attempts to learn the Macedonian language. He's able to read the script well; so well, in fact, that he can't read the English version of Macedonian words. He's a tenderhearted individual, and I think he will get along ok...but he's also known for being a jerk as well.
During the party, I kept feeling really tired. It wasn't until I got home that I realized I was a little depressed about my friend leaving.
It's not very comforting that his international flight takes place on September 11th. But I will simply keep him - his life and his soul - in my sincerest prayers. I have seen time and time again that God does answer them.
Today, I attended a small Bon Voyage party for my friend who is moving to Macedonia. After church, I ran home and freshened up before heading to the party. Another friend of mine was hosting it and he showed his culinary talents by preparing bar-b-qued ribs, arroz con pollo, and salad. It was really delicious. He outdid himself.
My friend informed us of his attempts to learn the Macedonian language. He's able to read the script well; so well, in fact, that he can't read the English version of Macedonian words. He's a tenderhearted individual, and I think he will get along ok...but he's also known for being a jerk as well.
During the party, I kept feeling really tired. It wasn't until I got home that I realized I was a little depressed about my friend leaving.
It's not very comforting that his international flight takes place on September 11th. But I will simply keep him - his life and his soul - in my sincerest prayers. I have seen time and time again that God does answer them.
Considering how hard it is for me to loose a friend for a measurable period of time, how tragic must it be for a child who looses a loved one, even for a short amount of time?
A scratchy nose irritated me from sleep this morning. When I opened my eyes, I saw why.
There was an "a" on my face. I thought it was an ant, at first. But when I put on my glasses, I saw thousands of letters running in and out of the book I'd fallen asleep reading the night before.
So, naturally, I ran and grabbed Sir Coolman form my drawer. I showed him the tiny little letters running and tumbling about like a swarm of insects. He looked more worried than I thought he should for something as seemingly harmless as letters. After observing things, a bright blue light shot from the face of the mirror and every letter was back in place on the pages of my book.
"How did this happen?" I asked him.
"Someone purposely released them from the pages." A wave a worry flashed across his face.
"The same "someone" who sent me the dragon warning, I suppose."
"Most likely," he said. "But don't loose any sleep over it."
"Too late for that," I told him before we began our day's session of learning to teach.
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A scratchy nose irritated me from sleep this morning. When I opened my eyes, I saw why.
There was an "a" on my face. I thought it was an ant, at first. But when I put on my glasses, I saw thousands of letters running in and out of the book I'd fallen asleep reading the night before.
So, naturally, I ran and grabbed Sir Coolman form my drawer. I showed him the tiny little letters running and tumbling about like a swarm of insects. He looked more worried than I thought he should for something as seemingly harmless as letters. After observing things, a bright blue light shot from the face of the mirror and every letter was back in place on the pages of my book.
"How did this happen?" I asked him.
"Someone purposely released them from the pages." A wave a worry flashed across his face.
"The same "someone" who sent me the dragon warning, I suppose."
"Most likely," he said. "But don't loose any sleep over it."
"Too late for that," I told him before we began our day's session of learning to teach.
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Blogging has not be around long enough yet to have generated a large amount of articles of notable scholarly merit which discuss the most functionally appropriate procedures and practices. But since these are boring anyway, and experience seems to be the best teacher, I am happy to report a fantastic resource for bloggers. Blog Guidebook is a fantabulous community of women who blog. In addition to connecting users with like-minded bloggers, the site offers valuable blogger-tested tips, videos, and more. It's definitely worth the click.
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I came in quietly tonight.But despite my attempts to just have a night where I went straight to bed, Sir Coolman lit up my room.I pulled the mirror from the drawer to see his face.“And how did things turn out?”
“Before I even got there, the place was packed.”Starting at 6:00 PM, parents had filled the parking lot of Longleaf to attend the first Open House event of the year.Because of the number of students and family members, the school hosts two separate Open House events: one for VPK – 3rd grade, the other for students in grades 4-6.
I had had the opportunity to observe, and occasionally provide input, during the first night of Open House.But unlike the mainstream classes, the class I am observing has less than 10 students.Because of this, specific times were provided to individual families so that an even that was more like a parent-teacher conference took place for each student in the classroom.Because there is so much to talk about in regards to the progress and needs of these students, this was an excellent idea that enabled specific questions to be answered and input given.
“Did you come to any conclusions based on what you saw tonight?” Sir Coolman asked.
“Actually, yeah,” I assured him.During each session, I had noticed several components the teacher used which might make foundational guidelines for any future Open House events I attend.So I rattled off a short list of what I saw:
1.Be positive AND realistic.No matter how much we want our students to succeed, it is important to acknowledge both the strengths and needs in the classroom.The only way to help them grow is to acknowledge where they need some extra attention.
2.Address both social behaviors and academics.Especially for students with special needs, both of these areas are important.Social skills are one the absolute most important skills for students with special needs.
I came in quietly tonight.But despite my attempts to just have a night where I went straight to bed, Sir Coolman lit up my room.I pulled the mirror from the drawer to see his face.“And how did things turn out?”
“Before I even got there, the place was packed.”Starting at 6:00 PM, parents had filled the parking lot of Longleaf to attend the first Open House event of the year.Because of the number of students and family members, the school hosts two separate Open House events: one for VPK – 3rd grade, the other for students in grades 4-6.
I had had the opportunity to observe, and occasionally provide input, during the first night of Open House.But unlike the mainstream classes, the class I am observing has less than 10 students.Because of this, specific times were provided to individual families so that an even that was more like a parent-teacher conference took place for each student in the classroom.Because there is so much to talk about in regards to the progress and needs of these students, this was an excellent idea that enabled specific questions to be answered and input given.
“Did you come to any conclusions based on what you saw tonight?” Sir Coolman asked.
“Actually, yeah,” I assured him.During each session, I had noticed several components the teacher used which might make foundational guidelines for any future Open House events I attend.So I rattled off a short list of what I saw:
1.Be positive AND realistic.No matter how much we want our students to succeed, it is important to acknowledge both the strengths and needs in the classroom.The only way to help them grow is to acknowledge where they need some extra attention.
2.Address both social behaviors and academics.Especially for students with special needs, both of these areas are important.Social skills are one the absolute most important skills for students with special needs.
Despite yesterday's frightening letter, today was a wonderful day. It seems that the kingdom of Longleaf is beautiful place where students are nurtured as if the place were a greenhouse for children.
I was enjoying a series of recollections about the day with Sir Coolman when he stopped mid-sentence and smiled. "Well! It seems you will be enjoying a guest," he said and glanced towards the door.
Soundlessly, it opened. A tall stranger stood in the doorway. He looked tired, elderly, and appeared to be trying out for the part of Moses. "He...hello. Can I help you?"
"Oh he doesn't speak your language. you might want to hold your breath, however."
I didn't have time react before I was doused by a small cloud of tiny particulates, seemingly sand. Instantly, I was overwhelmed by an unwelcome scent-the unmistakable smell of morning breath. I tried blowing the particles away, sputtering to remove every grain that had managed to accumulate anywhere on me. Sir Coolman laughed. "I warned you," he laughed. "Had that happen to me once. Dear, dear, you must have been more tired than either of us had realized."
"Oh?" I said, irritated as I continued brushing away the stinky powder the stranger had thrown all over me. The stranger stood silently, as if waiting for something.
"In deed. That's the Sand Man, you know. He doesn't come for just anyone or any minute reason. And my...what a fierce strength he works. So, I suppose you'll be no good for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow, then."
"Wait! You're just gonna leave me here with this guy?"
"Of course, dear. He's here to make certain that you have quality resting and are rejuvenated for the morning. Look out!"
Apparently, my brushing sand away was not what the Sand Man wanted, and he hit me with another, even bigger cloud of what must have been his most potent product.
"Sweet dreams, darling," I heard Sir Coolman say, his voice fading from view as did the view of the stranger tiptoeing from my room as I lie stretched out on my bed.
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Despite yesterday's frightening letter, today was a wonderful day. It seems that the kingdom of Longleaf is beautiful place where students are nurtured as if the place were a greenhouse for children.
I was enjoying a series of recollections about the day with Sir Coolman when he stopped mid-sentence and smiled. "Well! It seems you will be enjoying a guest," he said and glanced towards the door.
Soundlessly, it opened. A tall stranger stood in the doorway. He looked tired, elderly, and appeared to be trying out for the part of Moses. "He...hello. Can I help you?"
"Oh he doesn't speak your language. you might want to hold your breath, however."
I didn't have time react before I was doused by a small cloud of tiny particulates, seemingly sand. Instantly, I was overwhelmed by an unwelcome scent-the unmistakable smell of morning breath. I tried blowing the particles away, sputtering to remove every grain that had managed to accumulate anywhere on me. Sir Coolman laughed. "I warned you," he laughed. "Had that happen to me once. Dear, dear, you must have been more tired than either of us had realized."
"Oh?" I said, irritated as I continued brushing away the stinky powder the stranger had thrown all over me. The stranger stood silently, as if waiting for something.
"In deed. That's the Sand Man, you know. He doesn't come for just anyone or any minute reason. And my...what a fierce strength he works. So, I suppose you'll be no good for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow, then."
"Wait! You're just gonna leave me here with this guy?"
"Of course, dear. He's here to make certain that you have quality resting and are rejuvenated for the morning. Look out!"
Apparently, my brushing sand away was not what the Sand Man wanted, and he hit me with another, even bigger cloud of what must have been his most potent product.
"Sweet dreams, darling," I heard Sir Coolman say, his voice fading from view as did the view of the stranger tiptoeing from my room as I lie stretched out on my bed.
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It's rather unnerving to be awakened before sunrise by a tiny knock on the window. Nevertheless, this morning found me already awake and in great turmoil. I'd just received a letter. It's contents were simple, yet they were extremely powerful:
Beware the dragons of Longleaf
As unsettling as it is to receive an anonymous letter warning of terrors lurking within the village where I will enter in the morning, I ran to my drawer and pulled the mirror from its box.
At the touch of my hand on its hilt, Sir Coolman appeared before me. He held an expression of deep concern. "No idea who sent it?"
"Someone wanting me to fail, perhaps."
The look on his face deepened. "Yes...yes, in deed," he said, more to himself than to me. Then he brightened a bit. "However, whether or not there are dragons or dragonflies which await you, your training has been adequate."
Instantly, I was in the middle of a bog enveloped in a gray haze of fog. To my left stood an enormous dragon. It stood on its hind legs, fangs bared, a guttural roar spewing from its diaphragm. And right next to it, buzzing in its most sincere fury, hovered a tiny dragonfly made its noisy dissatisfaction apparent. Then suddenly, the dragon, in its enormity, began to shrink. And within a few moments, both the dragon and the dragonfly were the same exact size, the dragon using its now miniature wings to stay in the air. I walked up to the both of them and aimed a can I hadn't previously noticed was in my hand. In bright letters printed around the can was the word "knowledge." I aimed, released the contents of the can onto the two of them. Instantly, they both fell to the earth, convulsing in death pangs until they were both still. The next moment, I was standing back in my room, holding the mirror. "Thanks," I told Sir Coolmam. "I'm sure now that I'm ready for anything, be it dragon or dragonfly."
And I most certainly am.
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It's rather unnerving to be awakened before sunrise by a tiny knock on the window. Nevertheless, this morning found me already awake and in great turmoil. I'd just received a letter. It's contents were simple, yet they were extremely powerful:
Beware the dragons of Longleaf
As unsettling as it is to receive an anonymous letter warning of terrors lurking within the village where I will enter in the morning, I ran to my drawer and pulled the mirror from its box.
At the touch of my hand on its hilt, Sir Coolman appeared before me. He held an expression of deep concern. "No idea who sent it?"
"Someone wanting me to fail, perhaps."
The look on his face deepened. "Yes...yes, in deed," he said, more to himself than to me. Then he brightened a bit. "However, whether or not there are dragons or dragonflies which await you, your training has been adequate."
Instantly, I was in the middle of a bog enveloped in a gray haze of fog. To my left stood an enormous dragon. It stood on its hind legs, fangs bared, a guttural roar spewing from its diaphragm. And right next to it, buzzing in its most sincere fury, hovered a tiny dragonfly made its noisy dissatisfaction apparent. Then suddenly, the dragon, in its enormity, began to shrink. And within a few moments, both the dragon and the dragonfly were the same exact size, the dragon using its now miniature wings to stay in the air. I walked up to the both of them and aimed a can I hadn't previously noticed was in my hand. In bright letters printed around the can was the word "knowledge." I aimed, released the contents of the can onto the two of them. Instantly, they both fell to the earth, convulsing in death pangs until they were both still. The next moment, I was standing back in my room, holding the mirror. "Thanks," I told Sir Coolmam. "I'm sure now that I'm ready for anything, be it dragon or dragonfly."
And I most certainly am.
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I am happy to report that, when I woke up this morning to a knock on my door, the same messenger whom I'd sent to the kingdom of Longleaf stood before me with a reply in his hands.
The message informed me that I will be working directly with the head governess of the Special Division of Primary Students. I am so looking forward to it!
From what I can tell, the governess and I are almost identical on our beliefs as to the role of the teacher. It seems that we both view the filed of teaching much differently from that of presenting. We are not simply to present ideas to our students. We are to teach the student new ideas and skills. In order to do this, we must speak the inner language of each individual student. I will have the care of only 7 students, but I know that I have my work cut out for me...I'm so excited!!!!
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I am happy to report that, when I woke up this morning to a knock on my door, the same messenger whom I'd sent to the kingdom of Longleaf stood before me with a reply in his hands.
The message informed me that I will be working directly with the head governess of the Special Division of Primary Students. I am so looking forward to it!
From what I can tell, the governess and I are almost identical on our beliefs as to the role of the teacher. It seems that we both view the filed of teaching much differently from that of presenting. We are not simply to present ideas to our students. We are to teach the student new ideas and skills. In order to do this, we must speak the inner language of each individual student. I will have the care of only 7 students, but I know that I have my work cut out for me...I'm so excited!!!!
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This Sunday, I had the chance to hold a precious little baby girl in church. She may have been almost one year old at the most. Being that I had just been overwhelmed with information for my test, I couldn't help but watch all of the characteristics Piaget described in his theory.
What's perhaps most profound is the fact that, despite the fact that children have always done this, no one else had noticed the pattern and realized its implications prior. If they did, I don't know of this.
So, I wonder what else lies in everyday occurrences that have yet to be "discovered?"
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I tried distinguishing the difference between negative and positive reinforcement from tiny bits of information spread out before me. But unlike usual, I've had a difficult time thinking today, for some strange reason. When I pulled Sir Coolman from his box, he could sense this.
"Trouble using your brain again, eh?" I nodded my head. "Very well, then dear. Here's something to help you understand the difference between positive and negative reinforcement."
Don't ask me how he did it, but his reflective face was replaced with this video.
I thought about the mistake of the teacher near the end of the video in accidentally reward the student for acting out in class. "Something you think could happen to you, yes?" Sir Coolman asked.
"I sure do. But I think I've got a bit more 'withitness' than the teacher in the video. I generally know about all the crushes in the grade level I work in."
"It's good that the students feel comfortable enough with you to make this information clear. I don't think you would continue the same strategy of behavior management if it were obvious to you that it was having the opposite effect that you'd hoped it would."
I turned towards Sir Coolman in astonishment. "Was that...was that a compliment?"
I watched as his face faded from the glass. "Well, well...I suppose it is," he smiled before fading away completely.
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I am completely sold on the importance of daily reflection. I believe that it's essential to improving as a teacher. So, today, I decided to engage in reflection every day.
Of course, my decision was influenced by the fact that a daily reflective journal is required for Internship I. But I'm actually quite grateful for the extra push I needed to be SURE that I reflect every day.
I'm looking forward to next week, even though I'm still not exactly sure what to expect.
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I am completely sold on the importance of daily reflection. I believe that it's essential to improving as a teacher. So, today, I decided to engage in reflection every day.
Of course, my decision was influenced by the fact that a daily reflective journal is required for Internship I. But I'm actually quite grateful for the extra push I needed to be SURE that I reflect every day.
I'm looking forward to next week, even though I'm still not exactly sure what to expect.
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i have to admit.
i am still like a kid when dealing with goodbyes :(