What’s your learning style? Do you prefer learning in a group and in an interactive setting? Or one-to-one? Do you retain information best through lectures, or visuals, or simply by reading books?
Learning in a group while it seems to be a good way to learn, it gets boring when one know it all continues to talk forgetting there are others who may have something to say about the subject.
I encountered this in meetings when two teachers would start talking about unrelated things and waste everyone’s time, those were the times I felt we were not learning much.
As regards one-on- one it only happens when one has specific problems which is dealt by the instructor after school hours. I didn’t have to stay after school.
If there was anything I missed I’d either read books to find my answer,or read my notes, most of the time I take notes of important points during the lecture then read them later to make sure I know what the topic was about.
I prefer to read books, to me books are the best way to learn, I can read it alone in my room with no interference from anyone!
The World series starts tonight! In your own life what would be the equivalent of a walk–off home run?( For the baseball averse, that’s a last minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory).
I scored that dramatic victory when at the last minute my name was drawn to win one of the posters that our guest author came to visit our school at the end of our five day workshop.
All the teachers that attended the workshop came from different parts of the United States, I was the only one representing Gander, Newfoundland, Canada.
Our guest author came on the last day of the workshop, he was an artist as well.He drew a number of posters as he was telling the story of the latest book he had written.
The posters were placed in a box, our names were placed in another box, the idea was to pick a name from the box and give one poster to each one whose name was called.
The chances of getting one was not good for me, there were a lot more teachers than posters. Mr. and Mrs. Halloran wanted me to win one since I was the only one from Canada. Every time a name was picked Mr. Halloran jumped to see whose name came up. he looked at me and said, “there’s a few more you still have a chance.”
I think my name was the last one picked, Mr. and Mrs. Halloran were more thrilled than I was, it was a great day for me!
When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?
This prompt is rather hard for me to answer. Actually my classmates didn’t tell me they were proud of me when I did well in my exam. To tell you the truth they gave me looks which meant they were jealous.
Next in line my teachers,they said I should study harder to do better. That didn’t mean they were proud of me.
My little students said they loved me but did not say they were proud of me. Isn’t it different from being proud?
I remember my father once said, he was proud of me because I was the only kid among his kids, who remembered the name of his ointment. That was the time he had a severe pain somewhere in his body. He needed the ointment but without the name how would anyone get it for him. It wouldn’t get me too many points just for that.
I went to a workshop in Elmhurst,it is a place near Chicago. There were three hundred of us at that workshop. There were teachers from all over the United States. I was the only one from,Newfoundland,Canada. I wore a sari. This caught the attention of all those who attended the workshop.
We were asked to introduce ourselves When I stood up and said I was from Newfoundland,Canada,all eyes were focused on me.The workshop was run by a husband and wife team, the Hallorans. They were glad to have me in their midst. I was given all kinds of opportunity to speak. I loved the attention.
The workshop lasted for five days. In the end they had a guest speaker,he was an author of several books for children. At the end of his speech,he was provided an easel with large papers where he started sketching amazing pictures. Our names were placed in a large box, he picked the names,as he completed his artwork. I knew the Hallorans wanted me to have one. I think there were thirty or thirty five pictures. The names were picked one at a time,I could see disappointment on the face of Mr. Halloran,my name wasn’t picked and there were only two left,suddenly my name was called.Mr Halloran was so happy he came up to me and said,’I am so glad you got one’!