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Voicethread brings photos to life

Voicethread is a cool program that allows you to add comments to digital photos. I used Voicethread to add audio to photos I took during a visit to the Hartwick Pines State Park, which is located in Grayling, Michigan.

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Voicethread allows others to add their comments to your narrated slides as well. You can view my Hartwick Pines Voicethread:

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What is a Voicethread? It can house an entire group discussion. To see an example, watch this video.

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Voicethread costs about $60 a year for a professional or a class subscription. Educators can have up to 2 GB free, and anyone can get up to 3 Voicethreads free of charge. You can find out more about pricing here.

Updated to add: Here is a resource that discusses using Voicethread for assessment. This involves an art teacher.

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Writing Between the Lines

Tech AI: Tuesday, June 16

We just read a report from the National Council of Teachers of English, and we are supposed to be thinking about “21st Century Literacy,” what we read and where we are going.

It reminded me of a talk I had with Justin’s teachers on the bus ride home after a field trip. They were talking about the amount of writing the fourth graders do, and they said the amount is much higher than it was just five years ago. Most of all, the teachers wanted to know what I was seeing in students coming to college. Were they ready to write?

In my mind, students are more aware of writing than ever before. They write more, but they don’t always recognize what they do is writing (blogging, texting, e-mailing). The way they write may enforce some bad habits (like spelling and shorthand), but it also gives them a lot of experience (even experience they may not realize) about writing for an audience. They’ve accidentally sent e-mail to the wrong person or written something and pressed “send” when still angry.

But I think students know more about writing than they realize. They need some help putting what they know into a framework, and I think this is what is already happening for those younger kids — the one’s Justin’s teachers were talking about.

When I grew up, English was a mystery. I was told to write something, and I did. It was graded, and it was over. I didn’t do a lot of thinking about it. I was often given very specific steps to accomplish, but I never thought about asking why. I remember this most when I was in a class where I had to write a research paper. The teacher was R.J., and I never really liked R.J. He wanted us to use index cards. We had to write a single fact on each index card, and we had to turn in something like 25 index cards.

R.J. never told us what to DO with the cards. He didn’t tell us how to search through the cards or organize the cards, or use the cards to create an outline and eventually our paper. He just wanted 25 cards. I did it, and I was too dumb back then to know to ask “why?” I remember the paper we wrote in that class was long. Some kids claimed they put sentences in the middle of their paper like, “RJ, if you read this, tell me, and I’ll give you $20.” RJ never said anything, the kid claimed. I never actually saw the phrase in the middle of the paper, but they said it was there. This was back when you really typed your paper and had to use white-out to fix your mistakes (the mid to late 1980s).

Last year, my middle daughter had to write a paper. Her teacher required she use index cards. Why? I still didn’t ask the teacher, although I did mutter to my daughter about it. In fact, my daughter actually lost 25 or 50 points because she didn’t bring her index cards in on time. (They were a day late.) I did ask the teacher about that, and I just gave up. I don’t know if this teacher did the things RJ didn’t — helped the kids organize and utilize the cards to create the paper. I just know that for my daughter, it was just like it was for me 20 some years ago — it didn’t matter what I wrote on the cards or why I was writing on the cards. My focus and my daughter’s focus was just finding 25 things to put on the damn cards and be done with it.

But that was the past, and I am trying to figure out what teaching English composition (and teaching research writing) looks like in the 21st Century. As I was reading the article from NCTE, I started thinking about conversations I wanted to start with my students in the beginning of the class. I even opened a document and wrote some of them down. Here they are:

National Day on Writing – October 20 – add into syllabus.
Define writer.
How much writing do you do each day?
When you write, do you have any special requirements?
Where do you write?
Do you write more or less than your parents did when they were your age?
Which class did you write the most in?
What type of writing did you do in that class?
Do you enjoy writing?
What is one of your strengths as a writer?
What is one of your weaknesses as a writer?
What writing counts?

I have more to say about this, but I am out of time.

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Bubbles*

bubblesI arrived at my computer this morning to discover a green bottle of bubbles waiting for me. I thought maybe Maureen had brought me a present along with the to-do list with my name at the top next to the words “work widgets.” More work. The to-do list was sitting right next to the bubbles, and my name stood out. I thought it was from Maureen, but upon closer inspection I noticed the “from the desk of Heidi L. Sura” on top. OK, I can deal with Heidi giving me a list of things to do before 8 a.m.

It’s a good thing because Maureen was going to end up on my shit list if she had brought the to do list. After all, here she was blabbering away about the to-do list and all the things they were going to add onto it for me to do. Plus her books were all over my space, and yesterday, well yesterday was pretty bad — she brought chocolate. And she didn’t bring the cheap chocolate you can ignore. No, not Maureen. She brought the Dove chocolate and Bliss chocolate in all kinds of flavors.

Plus Maureen is the one who told me about the podcast walk/run thing, and I was up early this morning and walking/running, and I realized Ferris is a very hilly campus especially when you are going up hill when the little chimes sound indicating you should start running.

It’s a good thing I like Maureen. And chocolate. It is probably also a good thing Maureen has a good sense of humor and tends to be a little sarcastic herself. I think I need more coffee this morning, plus now I have bagel seeds in my teeth. I bet Maureen brought the bagels, too.

Edited to add: Maureen shared her writing first, and she talked about being a kid vacationing at her uncle’s cabbage (cottage). Apparently, someone (a brother?) wasn’t pronouncing words well, and he even called Maureen “mean because he couldn’t pronounce his rs.” Right. That is why. You betcha.

Edited again to add: The bubbles were actually from Lavon. Thanks, Lavon!

But this was supposed to be about bubbles this morning. The other day at the Little League game (because all of my days in June seem to involve Little League games), there was the cutest little kids chasing bubbles. One large bubble flew out over the ball game and way up into the air. Autumn, Steve and I watched it go, and we were amazed by how long it lasted. We thought it would pop any moment, but it kept going all the way across the field, pass the outfield and into the tree line where after thinking it just might escape, it finally popped against the branch of a tree. It was nice to take time out to watch a bubble float on the air.

I used to buy bubbles by the gallon. My kids loved blowing bubbles when they were little, and I have a hard time saying that without thinking about that stupid joke involving Bubbles the clown, but I shall move past, drink more coffee, and continue. Anyway, I’d buy the stuff by the gallon. We didn’t just use the bubble wands in the jar of bubbles. We also had toys that blew bubbles. I think there was a lawn mower. I’m not sure. But now bubbles are the small jars again.

And I need more coffee.

*This post was written as the writing prompt for Crossroads Writing Project’s advanced institute for technology: Day 2

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