Podcasts. The word just sitting there on the blank screen makes me anxious. Everything does these days, I suppose.
Now that the screen isn't blank anymore, perhaps I can explore this issue in more depth.
I can imagine a classroom where children are not taught by work books and sheets created by PhDs in far off places under fluorescent lights, in little cubicles, eating Lean Cuisine hot from the microwave. They, instead, are listening to a podcast of a live actor reciting a soliloquie on stage at the Shakespeare festival in Ashland, Oregon. They can listen to an author talk about his / her text or someone else's text, for that matter.
I am exausted by fill-in-the-blanks and D.O.L. and I have only been in the classroom for a week. Give me fresh. Give me new. Give me a world outside of this building and outside of this town where inspiration lies waiting.
Monday, September 3, 2007
2015
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Seriously, I can't believe how exhausting teaching is.
You survived your first week! Cheers!
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