Life of Todd

May 29, 2006 at 16:21 o\clock

co-op thing to print

by: Todd

Summative Assignment for Subject Based Co-Operative Education

Cordelia Sturtevant – J.F. Carmichael

 

1.                  The task was to teach a language lesson to a grade five class. My lesson was on spelling Spanish based words. I had to prepare my lesson including typing up spelling lists, researching some of the words, and preparing the actual presentation/ teaching part.

2.                  I had taught one other spelling lesson prior to this one, and for that lesson Mrs. Merry taught it to one class first while I observed, and then I taught it the next period to the other class. I have observed several spelling lessons before that as well, and I mark the spelling tests. I have also, outside of co-op, taken a Spanish class, which gave me some useful background for this lesson.

3.                  Before I taught the lesson I worked at home on my computer, typing up the 22 words to put on the board during the lesson. I also used the internet to find pictures of some of the words, such as ‘mesa’ and ‘burro’. For my lesson I brought in some sombreros and Mrs. Merry and one of the students wore them. I used the whiteboard in my lesson both to write on and to stick things on using magnets.

4.                  I was assigned my task one week before my lesson, so I had one week to prepare. I was given half an hour at co-op to type up the spelling lists for the students, print them off, and cut them apart. The lesson itself could be at maximum half an hour.

5.                  In my lesson I first explained some of the common rules for Spanish/English spellings, using examples from the spelling list provided. Then the class did the pre-test, and then they corrected their mistakes. Finally, we discussed the ending sounds of the words, and what letters usually make those sounds.

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Feb 20, 2006 at 05:00 o\clock

Why I want to be a teacher

by: Todd

little name and number here

Tittle would be good too

The farther one gets from regulated, cookie-cutter, pre-ordained ordinary life of which academia is the epitome, the closer one gets to the out-of-the-ordinary, the fantastic, the inexplicable, the experiences that are living rather than existing, about which time and time again it is said ‘I would do that again in a heartbeat,’ ‘That was such a learning experience,’ ‘That was incredible.’ The classroom is no substitute for real life. It must therefore be real life. If we cannot teach anything other than figures and dates and methods to the next generation then our efforts are pointless.

We must not merely provide information, we must teach. We must accept our collective responsibility as mentors and guides to our fellow human beings in all things. We are all learning constantly, and therefore we must all be teaching constantly. If English is taught by a man with a short temper, will a child learn to spell, or to never speak up? If math is taught by a woman with no authority, will a child learn to add or to ignore the rules?

To be a teacher is an awesome responsibility. It is the responsibility of changing the world, of creating the future. If an adult does not know the history of his country, who is he to vote for our leader? If an adult cannot express herself clearly and correctly in written English, why on earth would anyone give her employment?

As teachers, we have a vitally important job in our society.  We must teach. We must teach in equal measure English and confidence, math and logic, history and foresight. We must teach clearly and with skill, with great enthusiasm and great patience. We must be always learning, from other teachers and from every other opportunity God gives us. We must learn about politics by watching the weather, we must learn about God by listening to music, we must learn about our students by taking notice of everything they do. And as we learn we must teach. Every question asked must be answered, with truth and attention to the interest and comprehension of the listener. Every revelation must be passed on, every discovery shared. That is the only way to teach. Recitation of facts does not teach. Tried and true methods must be tried again, to test whether they still are true for this time, for this class, for this student. New methods must be invented, new games, new experiences, new lessons, and new tests.

We need to find ways of enticing students until they are eager to learn and eager to soak up information. Then we must give them information. We must give them the information they want, the information and the skills and the attitudes they will need to survive, to live life to the fullest every second, to learn always, not merely the information they need to pass a test, memorized once and then forgotten. We cannot afford to teach worthless information, and worth must be judged by the student and a teacher with the foresight to see the future of this one student, to see what they will need to know tomorrow, next year, as they take their last breath.

We must teach, yes, and we must also share, and learn, and inspire, and coach, and explain, and explain again, and push, and cajole, and entice, and surprise, and understand, and question, and answer, and comfort, and guide, and predict, and change, and try, and apologize, and live, and love. That is what it is to teach. It is the least we can do.

Teaching is the most challenging task in all the world, if it is to be done well, and it is also the most rewarding. I have tasted that reward in small doses, and I know I can never be anything but a teacher, in some capacity or another. And so I write this, hoping that I can continue my education as a teacher with you.

Nov 2, 2005 at 05:03 o\clock

Kafka notes

by: Todd

 

Kafka’s The Metamorphosis is generally considered to be a work full of symbols and representations. (The nature of the work is such that it could be argued that there are no double meanings, but for the purpose of these notes will be exploring some of the possible alternate meanings of objects and actions anyway.)

The myriad possibilities for interpretation of the symbolic items and moments in the novella are possibly intentional, exploring a sort of ‘choose your own deeper meaning; interactive style of literature as part of the 20th century quest for new art. It is also possible that we, as ‘00s readers may merely be missing some significant clue which would make the one true interpretation of these symbols clear.

Whatever the reason, there are many potentially symbolic items and images in The Metamorphosis and we will here note a few of them and give the possible explanations we found to be the most credible. These symbols and images serve many purposes in the novella, helping to define characters and themes, and providing a gateway into Kafka’s deeper meanings, whatever those may or may not be. As noted, the work is open to many interpretations and so, as you will see we have not tried to outline a grand theme but rather to give some examples to show how such interpretations may be formed. Please explore the work to draw your own conclusions.   

The bowl of milk given to Gregor early on (end of pg. 1092, beginning of pg. 1093) is a strong image of the cataclysmic change Gregor has really undergone. The smell of a bowlful of fresh milk, his favorite drink, with slices of white bread floating in it wakes him from his ‘deep, coma like sleep’ he retreats to after being forced back into his room for the first time. Kafka describes Gregor as being quite passionate and emotional, ready to ‘[laugh] for joy’ and ‘immediately dipp[ing] his head into the milk, almost to over his eyes.’ Since this not only is more emotion than we have yet seen from Gregor but also is in a hopeful, cheerful vein, the reader is lifted with Gregor into a sudden, irrational euphoria. This is, if course, Kafka being Kafka, drowned and lost in Gregor’s ‘disappointment…soreness…repulsion’ as he discovers not only that drinking is difficult due to the wound in his side, (and as Gregor remembers his physical ache the reader is reminded of the heartache felt when Gregor’s own father deliberately inflicted pain on his son,) but that this favored drink is now repulsive. This clean, white, wholesome food is unpalatable to this scarred, dark, verminous bug. This emphasizes Gregor’s transition to something other, and to an other which is detestable, a crawling creature who cannot even like milk.      

 

 

The scene in which Gregor’s father hisses (pg. 1092) is also a striking image. The first time Gregor is seen by his manager, his father reacts by picking up the newspaper and chasing him back to his room. Throughout this process he is described as ‘hissing like a wild man’. This hissing confuses and frightens Gregor, (‘if only his father did not keep making this intolerable hissing sound!), as do his father’s swift aggressive movements in driving Gregor back into his room. There area few related ways of looking at this scene. First, it could be seen as a role reversal, Gregor the confused and frightened man being attacked in what he thought was a safe place by a being he had considered harmless which is now become animal, unfamiliar and aggressive. Second, this could be seen as part of an ‘id versus ego’ interpretation of the entire novella, portraying both Gregor and his father as territorial animals, with Gregor’s father hissing and shouting and jumping and beating back the trespasser, this other male, and in this way protect his women (who stand by and do not interfere in this scene).

 

 

All of the character in this novella could be said to be symbolic of various ideas and groups, including feminism, repression, stereotypes, and soldiers. One of these possible symbols is the manager, as a sort of ‘everyboss’ pr the higher classes in general. Gregor provides him with excellent, dedicated service for years, and in return the manager (who is never given a name) sends out his minions to ensure that this service never flags, and, when it does, is quick to assume he has the right to invite himself into a private, uncomfortable family moment at the Samsa house, ignoring all but that he is loosing money. He is portrayed as routinely placing himself above all others by sitting on his desk, and at the same time being oblivious to the world around him, sending messengers out to do his checking up and being rather symbolically hard of hearing.  

 

The image of door comes up many times in this work. Sometimes someone wants to open it, ‘Gregor, open up, I’m pleading with you’ (p.1085) ‘...but the door was not opened again, and Gregor waited in vain.’ (p. 1093), other times people want it closed ‘the door was slammed shut with the cane’ (p. 1092) ‘he could not dare open the door’ (p. 1100) or they just don’t care about the door one way or another ‘Gregor found it very easy to give up the open door’ (1105). This door could be symbolic of freedom, a standard for doors, showing how Gregor desires freedom but is restricted and confined and hurt by his family who will do all in their power (the father especially) to deny him freedom. It could fit in with any of the many interpretations, for instance Gregor as a mentally handicapped person, as a symbol of social acceptance (the open door): when the world believes him normal it is their goal to open the door and to do otherwise would be unthinkable, but as soon as he is determined to be abnormal that door is resolutely shut and kept shut by all. By the time they are willing to open the door it is too late, and Gregor, sick and in pain has retreated into himself and is dying without anyone noticing.     

 

 

May 20, 2005 at 18:59 o\clock

Tok essay topic

by: Todd

Topic #5. Do questions like "Why should I be moral?" or "Why shouldn't I be selfish?" have definite answers, as do some questions in other AoKs? Does having a definitive answer make a question more or less important?

May 20, 2005 at 18:51 o\clock

note to self

by: Todd

winplot

radians

graph!

Apr 14, 2005 at 17:26 o\clock

Vote for Cool

by: Todd

If you vote on the voty thing, and wish to give an explanation, feel free to comment here to do so. Or leave a guest book entry. I'm just curious.

By the way... 'Cool' is measured in buffaloes. Your standard 'cool' is twenty buffaloes, 'ool' is fifteen, and so on. SA averages thirty to fourty most days, JD claims to be 17. He's confused. How many buffaloes are you ?

It's a lot of fun to let one or two friends in on the cool scale, then ask people how many buffaloes they think they are, without giving any explination, then laugh at them if they say less than twenty at least. That was what we did with JD, and then we explained and laughed some more. Bwa-ha-ha. 

(That last bit sounds kind of mean. It's not meant to be. Only do it to people you are willing to explain the scale to after, and who will get the joke and laugh with you after, as JD did.)

 

Mar 10, 2005 at 17:34 o\clock

Dusty Play

by: Todd

Loofah, take a look at this. It may work, with some editing... Kind of sweet, funny, whatever...

http://www.perspicacity.com/elactheatre/workshop/plays/pfolie01.htm

Feb 24, 2005 at 17:45 o\clock

French pres no.... NO MORE!

by: Todd

Yes! French presentation is done! Done I tell you, done! Never again! Huzzah!

                                            

And there was great rejoicing in all the land...

 

 

So, no more deadly french stuff ever (until the stupid exam ON MY BIRTHDAY)Oh well... C'est la vie!

Feb 17, 2005 at 17:10 o\clock

ToK pres Links

by: Todd

http://www.mala.bc.ca/~johnstoi/essays/courtenay1.htm

http://www.ucmp.berkeley.edu/history/evotheory.html

google: define : science, evolution, God, etc.

Jan 14, 2005 at 15:16 o\clock

Read This First

by: Todd

Okay, fine. The point of this is sort of to be a way for me to have my info for school projects and such with me where ever I am, as I'm in the middle of a move plus having no email access at school. I can just put things on here durring E.E.(A very pointless class during lunch twice a week for writing a 5000ish word essay for next Thanksgiving (Cnd.)or some time) or whatever and copy paste at home. Or direct friends to usefull dates etc. And a computer is harder to loosre than a piece of paper, so I won't loose dates, etc. I also like to ramble, so voila. aww, so cute...

Jan 11, 2005 at 20:04 o\clock

Translation site

by: Todd

http://world.altavista.com/     -Translator

 

Jan 11, 2005 at 19:52 o\clock

German Wethers

by: Todd

Is a 'werther' a writer? (In german) 'Jugend' is young, right?

Jan 11, 2005 at 02:43 o\clock

Return Of The Homework

by: Todd

Yay to my excelent Daddy who found my homework! Now it's done and printed etc. Yay!

Jan 10, 2005 at 23:48 o\clock

Return of the Net

by: Todd

Yay! The computer is back! It no longer has any of my half-finished homework on it, but at least I have internet access again!  And thank goodness for this site. I should use it more, and as long as it doesn't crash, it's all good.

Jan 10, 2005 at 23:46 o\clock

Purple and Red

by: Todd

Thank you purple person! And other purple person! And all three of you red people!