I am really behind in the times. Who would have thought that so much would change in 14 years? Apparently, teachers are even teaching differently. So, I am not current on anything. This does not bode well for someone who is a self-acknowledging control freak.
It's confession time: I am officially corrupting children. Not the ones I'm in class with, but rather my own and any who are lucky enough to visit.
The assignment was to learn how to give a reading assessment to kids. No one was interested: not my own children, my nephews - no one! So...I went into my stocking stash. For each "test" they took they got to pick out a piece of chocolate. They were lining up to help me!
I have no morals and hate failure. Oh well, what's a few cavities when my grades and my pride are at stake. (Please don't call the authorities.)
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Day Two, Continued...
Hurray! The assignment is actually on the computer and I completed it. Sadly, I cannot figure out how to submit my completed work to the professor. If I do not give it to her electronically, then my score will be lowered. Are there any groups out there for the discrimination against technologically-challenged people? Hmmmmm
Day Two
On the first day of school, we were told by the professor to check Blackboard (which I now know is capitalized) for our first homework assignment at 8:00 a.m. today.
I checked. I got into Blackboard since I now have a username AND password.
I can't find the homework. I know it's a quiz. It says it right there on the assignment page. I clicked what I think I should to see the quiz. It's blank, just like my mind is at the moment.
I have e-mailed the professor in the hopes that it was a mistake on her part, but I am not holding my breath. I have until midnight to complete the assignment that doesn't exist.
This could be a difficult semester since my Blackboard has been erased!
I checked. I got into Blackboard since I now have a username AND password.
I can't find the homework. I know it's a quiz. It says it right there on the assignment page. I clicked what I think I should to see the quiz. It's blank, just like my mind is at the moment.
I have e-mailed the professor in the hopes that it was a mistake on her part, but I am not holding my breath. I have until midnight to complete the assignment that doesn't exist.
This could be a difficult semester since my Blackboard has been erased!
My First Day
I have finally taken the plunge and decided to go back to school again (just like the song in Grease 2.) The decision has been based on both financial reasons and that at my age I still have a bit of Don Quixote in me and like the challenge of tilting at windmills. So, I'm beginning my journey to ultimately become a reading specialist in schools!
DAY ONE
I entered the classroom that was filled with 19 year olds who were going to change children's lives. Almost each one looked like they were going on a special date following class. I showed up in a sweatshirt, jeans and tennis shoes. I had just left my 7 year old throwing up in the toilet with a babysitter.
As the other students pulled out their syllabi and began speaking about various professors, I sat by only the other non-traditional student.
"Where did you get your syllabus?" I asked.
"On blackboard," she responded.
"Where is the blackboard? Is it in the hall?" I inquired as I pictured a huge blackboard with folders all over it to hold the entire Education College's class papers.
"It's on-line. Aren't you registered?"
With her look of incredulity, I realized that I just jumped into the deep end. I had shown up on my first day with a new Mead notebook and a mechanical pencil filled with lead. What more would I need?
Apparently a password.
Now I am trying to orient myself with papers filled in electronically and nothing being accepted in person. I feel like I am in the middle of a science fiction movie I watched when I was a child. I've gone from Grease 2 to War Games. Oh no, I'm dating myself again!
DAY ONE
I entered the classroom that was filled with 19 year olds who were going to change children's lives. Almost each one looked like they were going on a special date following class. I showed up in a sweatshirt, jeans and tennis shoes. I had just left my 7 year old throwing up in the toilet with a babysitter.
As the other students pulled out their syllabi and began speaking about various professors, I sat by only the other non-traditional student.
"Where did you get your syllabus?" I asked.
"On blackboard," she responded.
"Where is the blackboard? Is it in the hall?" I inquired as I pictured a huge blackboard with folders all over it to hold the entire Education College's class papers.
"It's on-line. Aren't you registered?"
With her look of incredulity, I realized that I just jumped into the deep end. I had shown up on my first day with a new Mead notebook and a mechanical pencil filled with lead. What more would I need?
Apparently a password.
Now I am trying to orient myself with papers filled in electronically and nothing being accepted in person. I feel like I am in the middle of a science fiction movie I watched when I was a child. I've gone from Grease 2 to War Games. Oh no, I'm dating myself again!
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