http://www.ncte.org/library/NCTEFiles/Resources/Journals/EJ/0866-oct97/EJ0866Walking.PDF
This article is about using movement and manipulatives (things to touch) to help the learning process with disabled students.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Theme for English B (not really)
Theme for English 305
The professor said,
Go home and write
a poem tonight.
And let that poem come out of you-
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if that's simple?
I am eighteen, with ADD, born in Mt. Kisco.
I went to school in Carmel, then Fredonia
to this college of the arts.
I am possibly the only one with ADD in my class.
The hallway from the classroom leads to a sidewalk
into campus, then I cross the street
and follow the sidewalk to my dorm
where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and play a game
and write this poem (eventually):
It's not easy to know what is enjoyable for you or me
at eighteen, my age. But I guess I'm what
I like and feel and hear, Carmel, I hear you:
hear you, hear me- we two - you, me, speak on this page.
(I hear Fredonia too.) Me- who?
Well, I like to sleep, eat, drink, and be with friends.
I like to try, play, game and do fun things.
I like a videogame for a Christmas present,
or systems- Xbox, PlayStation, or Nintendo.
I guess having ADD doesn't make me NOT like
the same things other people like who can pay attention.
So will my page be empty that I write?
Being me, it will not be filled.
But it will be
a part of you, reader.
You are 'normal'-
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
AS I learn from you,
I guess you may learn from me-
although you're older- and normal-
and somewhat more able.
This is my poem for English 305.
The professor said,
Go home and write
a poem tonight.
And let that poem come out of you-
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if that's simple?
I am eighteen, with ADD, born in Mt. Kisco.
I went to school in Carmel, then Fredonia
to this college of the arts.
I am possibly the only one with ADD in my class.
The hallway from the classroom leads to a sidewalk
into campus, then I cross the street
and follow the sidewalk to my dorm
where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and play a game
and write this poem (eventually):
It's not easy to know what is enjoyable for you or me
at eighteen, my age. But I guess I'm what
I like and feel and hear, Carmel, I hear you:
hear you, hear me- we two - you, me, speak on this page.
(I hear Fredonia too.) Me- who?
Well, I like to sleep, eat, drink, and be with friends.
I like to try, play, game and do fun things.
I like a videogame for a Christmas present,
or systems- Xbox, PlayStation, or Nintendo.
I guess having ADD doesn't make me NOT like
the same things other people like who can pay attention.
So will my page be empty that I write?
Being me, it will not be filled.
But it will be
a part of you, reader.
You are 'normal'-
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
AS I learn from you,
I guess you may learn from me-
although you're older- and normal-
and somewhat more able.
This is my poem for English 305.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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