My second assessment of :The Blog:
I have grown to enjoy blogging. I haven't changed my mind that blogging requires emotional exhibitionism, I have learned how much to show before I get too embarassed. For example, the experience I had with my yearbook staff this week makes a good story, and I don't need to feel bad after I write it.
Somehow my Yearbook staff figured out (oh yeah, I told a couple of students that I "trusted") that this past Friday's deadline was a class deadline, not a publisher deadline, so it would not incur any late charges if we missed it. They must have forgotten, however, that they all signed contracts that require them to drop the class at the sememster if they miss a deadline. 5 of the 7 groups missed the deadline, so now I have 18 of 26 students that will have to drop the class if I enforce my rule. Included in those 18 are 3 of my editors.
There, see? The story acknowledges my own misguidedness (what the hell made me tell ANYONE that this wasn't a publisher deadline?) while venting my frustration. I have decided, by the way, that ranting is my reason for blogging.
Blogs are emotional and artisitic playgrounds (or dumping grounds) that the world can witness live. Blogging is voyeurism, Jerry Springer and Heloise's Helpful Hints, depending on where you look.
From a pedagogical standpoint, I believe strongly in stream-of-consciousness writing, and blogs are stream of consciousness. Blogging is great for reflection, and as a person who requires a lot of navel gazing to get through the day, I would suggest it to anyone who is stressed and can type more than 20 words per minute. By the way, according to that online test, I type 32 wpm and should consider a class.
Somehow my Yearbook staff figured out (oh yeah, I told a couple of students that I "trusted") that this past Friday's deadline was a class deadline, not a publisher deadline, so it would not incur any late charges if we missed it. They must have forgotten, however, that they all signed contracts that require them to drop the class at the sememster if they miss a deadline. 5 of the 7 groups missed the deadline, so now I have 18 of 26 students that will have to drop the class if I enforce my rule. Included in those 18 are 3 of my editors.
There, see? The story acknowledges my own misguidedness (what the hell made me tell ANYONE that this wasn't a publisher deadline?) while venting my frustration. I have decided, by the way, that ranting is my reason for blogging.
Blogs are emotional and artisitic playgrounds (or dumping grounds) that the world can witness live. Blogging is voyeurism, Jerry Springer and Heloise's Helpful Hints, depending on where you look.
From a pedagogical standpoint, I believe strongly in stream-of-consciousness writing, and blogs are stream of consciousness. Blogging is great for reflection, and as a person who requires a lot of navel gazing to get through the day, I would suggest it to anyone who is stressed and can type more than 20 words per minute. By the way, according to that online test, I type 32 wpm and should consider a class.
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