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Post by paycheckgurl on Apr 26, 2010 19:07:10 GMT -6
Prepare to be bored! well, not too much hopefully. this is a paper i just wrote for my educational psychology class. it's less than 350 words, so it shouldn't take more than a minute to read if you are interested. but i couldn't blame you if you aren't, lol. Learning paper
People go to school to learn, but many times they do not. What enables students to learn what is being taught? There are several things that help children learn. The first thing needed for learning to occur is proper discipline in the classroom. Many times in public schools, teachers try to teach certain things in class, but the students are ignoring him and doing whatever they want to. Many times he is unable to make them pay attention to him because the school has given him no power through discipline. The teacher does not command the respect he needs to teach properly because he cannot discipline the students. If students who do wrong are punished, learning will increase. Another thing that I think is essential to making sure students is learn is getting them involved in the class by asking questions. If students sit and listen to the teacher but are never asked either recall what the teacher is taught or expound on a certain subject, than they are much less likely to learn. Several types of questions can be asked, and all help increase learning. Recall questions can be used to make sure that students still remember what the teacher taught earlier. Probing questions make the student think and apply material learned to certain problems or situations. These are especially helpful in my first teaching field, science, as a means of making sure the students can use some of the more difficult concepts that are taught. Finally, students learn more in science when demonstrations are used. Many times concepts in higher sciences such as physics are extremely hard for the students to understand if they only hear about it. Good demonstrations help students to understand principles by letting them see a concept in action. Knowing how students learn can help teachers whose students are struggling. Although there are more principles to learning, I believe that these are some of the most important. I plan to put them in place when I teach so that my students always learn everything that they are able to.
I got bored half way through! I'm going to say I disagree with you here. Creative and originial lessons that don't make you say "why do have to learn this" are a way students should learn. See: connections to the real world and no pointless assignments....*glances at the above*
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Post by paycheckgurl on Apr 26, 2010 19:09:42 GMT -6
Oh, and I liked the Uncle Ben What If, very touching. I must have missed it back on the TV.com days...huh.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Apr 26, 2010 20:40:10 GMT -6
I got bored half way through! I'm going to say I disagree with you here. Creative and originial lessons that don't make you say "why do have to learn this" are a way students should learn. See: connections to the real world and no pointless assignments....*glances at the above* You just made me read through it out of curiosity. So, time for my opinions: 1) crade, you write much better stories than essays. Don't become an essayist EVER. 2) .... Well, you touched on all the basics, but I have to agree with PCG that there's more to it than that. If a student pays attention in class and does what they're supposed to, they'll get good grades, but it doesn't mean they're gonna get anything out of it. There needs to be cooperative environment between teacher and student, and usually a rigid class structure is only going to bore the students - they're not going to learn if they don't CARE. And THAT is the hard part of teaching - making the students care.
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Post by cradleman on Apr 26, 2010 21:05:43 GMT -6
I'm going to say I disagree with you here. Creative and originial lessons that don't make you say "why do have to learn this" are a way students should learn. See: connections to the real world and no pointless assignments....*glances at the above* You just made me read through it out of curiosity. So, time for my opinions: 1) crade, you write much better stories than essays. Don't become an essayist EVER. 2) .... Well, you touched on all the basics, but I have to agree with PCG that there's more to it than that. If a student pays attention in class and does what they're supposed to, they'll get good grades, but it doesn't mean they're gonna get anything out of it. There needs to be cooperative environment between teacher and student, and usually a rigid class structure is only going to bore the students - they're not going to learn if they don't CARE. And THAT is the hard part of teaching - making the students care. I only had 150 words with which to write this. and generally in these kinds of papers i tell them what i want to hear. I got an A, so i'm not complaining. btw, spidey, i totally agree with you. if they don't care they won't learn, but like i said, i had a 150 words and it got cut. ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/sad.png)
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Post by spideyfan914 on Apr 26, 2010 21:18:58 GMT -6
Lol. Now I'm curious to see what I could conjur up in 150 words....
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Post by cradleman on Apr 26, 2010 21:19:47 GMT -6
it's more difficult than you would think.
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Post by cradleman on Apr 26, 2010 21:21:45 GMT -6
Oh, and I liked the Uncle Ben What If, very touching. I must have missed it back on the TV.com days...huh. thank you! ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) I wish someone else had the same reaction when judging it! lol.
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Post by Frostbite200 on Apr 27, 2010 14:32:28 GMT -6
Oh, and I liked the Uncle Ben What If, very touching. I must have missed it back on the TV.com days...huh. thank you! ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) I wish someone else had the same reaction when judging it! lol. I don't follow? ![???](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/huh.png)
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Post by cradleman on Apr 27, 2010 15:09:34 GMT -6
thank you! ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) I wish someone else had the same reaction when judging it! lol. I don't follow? ![???](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/huh.png) i lost to blake, i think. spidey said most of it was redundant, even though i wrote it so that anyone could understand it.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Apr 27, 2010 18:20:29 GMT -6
;D
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Post by sportsfan23 on Apr 28, 2010 13:31:35 GMT -6
we should get the what if? series back up again, but past the TSSM so we coul get more of a spread of ideas...we kind of ran out of ideas for topics of the tv show....USM what if?
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Post by spideyfan914 on Apr 29, 2010 15:36:38 GMT -6
We still never did "What If the Spider Never Escaped the Cage?" I had an epic idea, but it kind of got too big - I'll probably just write it on my own sometime.... eventually.... maybe....
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Post by sportsfan23 on Apr 29, 2010 16:05:07 GMT -6
what cage? lol...
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Post by cradleman on May 13, 2010 0:09:57 GMT -6
A Requiem for Miss Isabella I was ten when I first saw her. Her eyes were a deep brown, filled with longing and despair. Her fur looked soft and begged to be petted. She was only about six inches long, and trapped behind those cage doors she looked so pathetic. It was then that I knew that I just had to have her. My parents tried to walk on as all parents do, and act as if they did not hear me, but I was persistent. They eventually caved, though, and bought the kitten. I was delighted, and clutched her to my chest as I attempted to pick a name for her. As a ten year old child, I was terrible at picking names for anything, especially pets. That poor kitten was saddled with one of the worst monikers that I have ever bestowed on any cat I have owned, the name Miss Isabella. I do not recall even now why I chose to name her that, nor do I know exactly what my reasoning was, but I’m sure that it was as sound as any ten year old child’s reasoning can be. As a child, Miss Isabella was sadly my only friend. To this day, I’m not sure if it was because my overly large glasses were acquired much too soon, or because my pants rode just a little to high around the waist, but I had absolutely no friends at school. I dreaded school, and it became a house of horrors for me. Although I loved to learn, I feared going each day because of the bullies that always harassed me. When I came home, however, none of the drama that school embodied really mattered. I would hurry though my schoolwork as fast as possible each day, pick up Miss Isabella, and then run outside to play. I tormented her so much throughout those first few years, but she put up with everything. I think that maybe it was because she thought she owed me something for saving her from that cage as a kitten, but then again maybe she just loved me because she could. Whatever the reason, she never fussed at anything I did, and would just purr and sit in my lap as I played. We would play on the swings together, and I’d laugh as the breeze from the swing caused her to make funny faces. I held her tightly as I slid down the slides at the playground, and sometimes I would just let her run around as I chased her until we both grew weary. My favorite thing to do with Miss Isabella though was to go fishing. I still remember the first time she went, she crawled into the tackle box that my dad had just emptied and my dad accidentally shut her in it. As I went to cast the line only a minute later, I looked around for her, and when I didn’t find her I went into mini-panic mode. After about two or three minutes of frantic searching and calling out “Miss Isabella!” like fools, my dad and I finally heard her meowing inside the tackle box. He unlocked the lid and she slowly stuck her head out so that the lid rested on the back of her neck, blocking her body from our view. Though I’ve owned many cats now, I still feel as if that was the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen. Every time I went fishing after that, she would always assume that same position in the empty tackle box, with her head just barely peeking out to watch me work my magic. Occasionally I would catch a small fish, and instead of throwing it back I would turn and toss it to Miss Isabella as a reward for putting up with me. Occasionally the fish would flop furiously enough to get away into the lake before she pounced on it, but it usually ended up as a royal feast for a feline princess. As Miss Isabella grew older, we tried more and more to keep her in the house. I would still take her outside once every few days to play and have fun with her, but both my parents and I knew that she was getting a step slower, and we wanted to keep her safe. The fishing trips that had happened every week for her as a kitten turned into every month, and then finally every two months. By the time she was about six years old, I finally had a few friends, but she remained my best friend in the whole world. Although many people would be ashamed of saying something like that, for me it comes rather naturally. For years, she was my only friend, and I would never consider her anything less than the best friend that I ever had. Tears still spring to my eyes as I think of the last day I spent with Miss Isabella. She was eleven, and she was dying. I knew it, and when I finally talked to the vet about it, it hurt me inside more than anything in life ever had. He told me that Miss Isabella had cancer and that she was going to die within the month, there was simply nothing for him to do about it. He said she would soon begin to suffer immensely, and he asked me if I wanted to euthanize her in order to prevent the suffering. The tears welled up in my eyes with his words; I didn’t want her to die. She’d always been there for me, even in my darkest of times, and now there was nothing humanly possible for me to do to save her. I selfishly wanted to have her live out her life naturally to give me more time with her, but I knew that wasn’t fair to her. I eventually looked up at the doctor through the tears clouding my vision, and choked out the words that I didn’t want to come. I said that Miss Isabella was too good a friend to suffer, and I asked him to end it quickly when I came back the next day. He agreed and shook my hand, then showed Miss Isabella and I to the door. The next morning I sprung out of bed far earlier than usual. I quickly went to where Miss Isabella slept and opened the door to find her lying there looking up at me, just as cute then as when I had first seen her as a kitten eleven years before. I had already determined the day before to make her last day on earth the best day that she had ever had. I picked her up gently, stroked her head, and took her to the park one last time. Although I was twenty one, I played with her as if I was ten again. I took her down the slide, and I sat her in my lap as I swung to see the wind once again give her a funny face. I let her down and chased her around the park for as long as I could, then I picked her up and just held her tight to my chest, reveling in the sensation of feeling her purring contentedly. I then packed up and headed out to the lake for our favorite activity. She took her usual place in the empty tackle box, and I tossed the first fish I caught to her, this time a sizable bass. Although it was much larger than any fish I had given her before, she pounced on it as she had done the others, and had soon finished it off. I fished for another few hours until it was time to finally head to the animal hospital. I looked at her sitting for the last time in that tackle box, thinking of the first day I met her and I cried. I cried as I picked her up and held her tight, never wanting to let go. I cried during the drive to the vet, knowing what fate would soon befall her. I cried as I carried her gently into the building, knowing that she had no idea what was going to happen. I cried as I asked the man if I could watch Miss Isabella breathe her last breath, and I cried tears of mixed joy and sorrow when he said yes. I cried as the needle plunged home, and I cried as I watched that little chest rise and fall for the last time. And I still cry even today as I write about the best pet in the world, and the greatest friend that I will ever know.
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Post by Frostbite200 on May 13, 2010 22:42:51 GMT -6
Dude!, That hurt to read, my eyes are sore from the tissues. Well Done! ![](http://www.zanyimages.com/Sports%20Lovers/Well%20Done%20!.jpg)
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Post by Kranstin Kardashian on May 13, 2010 22:45:18 GMT -6
That picture knows just how I like my rodents...
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Post by Frostbite200 on May 13, 2010 22:51:37 GMT -6
That picture knows just how I like my rodents... I should have known! PS: I'm so gunna spam you with tons of links to rodents now!
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Post by cradleman on Jul 1, 2010 22:49:22 GMT -6
well, all the time yall have known me I've been in college and already a mostly polished writer(in grammar ways, at least). If yall have ever wondered what i wrote like when i was still just beginning, here's your chance. This is a story that i wrote as a description in eleventh grade. I found it not too long ago and am going to improve on it and make some major changes so that it is too my liking and I'll put that on here when i finish with it. but i figured first, yall could enjoy a very short story that still has all my beginner's mistakes in.
The Old House As I was exploring the woods on a camping trip, I stepped into a clearing and saw an old, broken-down house. The shutters, for the most part, had fallen off the house. Those that still remained were barely attached to the house, and the paint was so chipped and cracked that the color was indiscernible. The door hung at an angle, slightly open in the doorway; and it scraped heavily on the floor as it opened. Immediately to the right of the door was the combined kitchen and dining room. The remnants of some broken down dining furniture were still in the room. The cabinets were bare, with the exception of a million cobwebs. In the back of the kitchen was a hallway that ran to the left over to the living room. The living room did not house much just a termite-ridden wooden rocking chair, a moth-eaten couch, and a rusted kerosene lamp. The living room opened back up into the hallway that contained the door, but it also had a flight of rickety, unstable stairs. While they were extremely unsafe, they held on for at least one more passage. At the top of the stairs was a landing that had two bedrooms on the right, and at the far end on the left the door was closed to what appeared to be a walk-in closet. In the first room was what looked like the remains of a baby’s crib. The room had yellowing wallpaper with one window that looked out over what was once a backyard and into the darkness beyond. There was no bathroom in the house, but the rotting remains of an outhouse could be seen in the backyard. In the other bedroom were a molding mattress and a rusted safe with the door open. As the door to the closet was opened, an absolute horror betook the eyes. There in the closet were crammed three skeletons, including that of a young child. The child’s skull was shattered, and in the foreheads of the other two skulls were one nearly round hole apiece. I screamed as my mind comprehended the terrible tale which I had just seen, and I ran from the house, never to return again.
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Post by spideyfan914 on Jul 2, 2010 8:13:36 GMT -6
Wow, that is random and creepy. Not that many grammatical errors, though.... It doesn't really need too much editing.
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Post by cradleman on Jul 2, 2010 10:46:56 GMT -6
well not so much editing as converting it into a much longer and more complete story. This was done as a project for english class, and it was a description, so we had to describe something(in this case, the old house) and make a 2 page handwritten story about it. I got an A on the paper, but i've always wanted to revisit it and make it a more complete story.
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