... and other things you might call black.
Last night I got my midterm (The Midterm of Doom) back. I got 63 out of 70 points. Not being bright enough to immediately figure out that 7 points of 70 would be a 90%, I had a little panic, did the math on a calculator and realized that I had a 90%. For one split second, I was relieved that I didn't have a 'B' or worse. I shifted directly to consternation, frustration, aggravation, and whatever other 'ation' word you can think of.
I got the lowest 'A' possible.
THE LOWEST 'A' POSSIBLE! A TRAGEDY! A CALAMITY! WHAT COULD I DO?!! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!!!
As I glanced through the exam, I could see that it looked like the only reason I had points deducted was due to not citing enough authors. I grabbed that bone and didn't want to let go. She didn't tell us we had to cite EVERYTHING! She just said to know the theorists.
Well, this little internal diatribe went on all the way home and for some time afterward. All along, I kept telling myself it didn't matter, it was still an 'A,' blah, blah, blah.
At the same time, I was frustrated with some of my classmates because they were complaining (the nice word for it) about the work we still have left to do in the last few weeks of class. "I'm tired of spending all my weekends doing work." "Why do we have to do all this?" In my mind I was rebuking them. "What did you expect? It's grad school. This has been on the syllabus the whole semester."
It wasn't too long into my "I didn't know I had too cite every little thing"-diatribe that I realized that at least a portion of my rebuke could apply to myself. "What did you expect? It's grad school."
I hate when things get turned back on me like that. Especially when I do it to myself!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I have no idea what to write about...
...but I have a little time on my hands and nothing due tomorrow. (Whoopee!)
The last couple of days I've seen this woman. She is sooooooo tan that she looks abnormal. Do you remember the butter tan from Seinfeld? Kramer starts using butter to tan with and he gets so brown and toasty and Newman hallucinates that he's a giant roast chicken.
Well, she looks like that except without the golden hue. She cold give George Hamilton a run for his money.
Actually, she looks darker than this picture.
I just don't understand the appeal of being that tan.
Of course, she could be somewhere right now typing a post about this woman she's seen the last two days with wet hair, a shirt that doesn't fit, and no makeup. She might be typing right now that she doesn't understand how someone could let themselves go out in public looking like that.
That would be ironic, wouldn't it?
The last couple of days I've seen this woman. She is sooooooo tan that she looks abnormal. Do you remember the butter tan from Seinfeld? Kramer starts using butter to tan with and he gets so brown and toasty and Newman hallucinates that he's a giant roast chicken.
Well, she looks like that except without the golden hue. She cold give George Hamilton a run for his money.
Actually, she looks darker than this picture.
I just don't understand the appeal of being that tan.
Of course, she could be somewhere right now typing a post about this woman she's seen the last two days with wet hair, a shirt that doesn't fit, and no makeup. She might be typing right now that she doesn't understand how someone could let themselves go out in public looking like that.
That would be ironic, wouldn't it?
Friday, April 11, 2008
In this in between space. . .
No. You're right. This is not a picture of me in my blue M&M costume. Why it is so difficult for me to get to this, I don't know. But it is coming. I promise!
Last night I turned in my research paper on the impact of Proposition 227** for my linguisitics class. So, as is my usual practice on Fridays, I am metaphorically horizontal for the rest of the day. I should be studying for my big test in my Monday class and preparing my tutoring log for that same class. But I'm not.
I thought I'd finally give the answers to my reading quiz. Here goes:
What is a diphthong?
Diphthongs are types of vowels where two vowel sounds are connected in a continuous, gliding motion. They are often referred to as gliding vowels. Examples: oil, hour, toy.
What is a schawa?
Represented by that funny, upside "e" symbol, the schwa is that "uh" sound. It is the sound a vowel makes on an unaccented syllable. All the vowels can make this sound and it is the most common sound in English. Examples: apart, secretary, population.
What is the Control R?
Your kids might know this at the Bossy R. Essentially it means that the "r" controls the sound of the vowel. Examples: store, start, flower.
What is a digraph and what makes it regular or variant?
This is really a four part answer, not a two part one. There are vowel digraphs and consonant digraphs.
A consonant regular digraph is two letters that make a sound that isn't produced somewhere else. Examples: chair, share, there.
A consonant variant digraph is two letters that make a sound already produced in the language. Examples: phone, laugh.
A vowel regular digraph is when two vowels make one sound and it is a long sound. Your children might know this as "When two vowels do the walking, the first one does the talking." Examples: knead, breed, cleave.
Finally, a vowel variant digraph is when to vowls make one sound that isn't long, but isn't necessarily short. Examples: bread, blue, shoe.
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I have to tell you that this class, Teaching Reading to Elementary Students makes my head spin. It is tons and tons of information, most of which I will not need teaching reading to community college students. It is really an entirely different thing.
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Does anyone know of a good source to get some page divider icons for a blog post? You know, those cute little scrolly looking things so I don't have to use asterisks? (I suspect Alpha DogMa might be able to help me here.)
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This week has been the kids' spring break. A total bummer for them. Why? Because Paul is out of town, the banking account is running on fumes, I've had tons of school work, and almost everyone of their friends is out of town. Most years, we take part of the break and head up to Vegas (one of my least favorite places) to spend a few days with Paul while he is at a trade show. There's always next year.
Marley has been doing some charting: How many days is Daddy gone? What time did I find my towel? and so on. She also wrote some information about her house and about her. She posted it on her very own blog. It is a private blog, so I can't direct you there, but I will quote it here:
It is dirty.
My room is dirty.
My brother's room is clean.
My mom and dad's room is clean.
The living room is clean.
The bonus room is clean.
The bathroom is dirty.
The dining room table is dirty.
The kitchen is dirty.
This is a little piece called "Marley."
I live in a dirty house.
Very, very dirty.
This is a picture of me:
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Well, I'm back off to my black hole of case studies, Discourse analysis, the reading wars, etc. Five more weeks until school is out!!!!!!
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**Proposition 227 was passed in 1998 by 61% of California voters. It made bilingual education illegal. Waivers allowing exceptions are allowed, but only 7-9 percent of English language learners use those waivers to get primary language instruction. It was a very heated issue. After the first year of implementation, the proponents of the proposition declared it a resounding success based on improvements in test scores. Ten years later, there are some overall improvements but the gap between English learners and English only students is still large. A host of reforms enacted around the same time may be the reason for the actual improvements: ELD standards, standardized testing, reduced class size, etc. I could go on and on, but then I might as well just post my paper!!!!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Bullet Points
Mammogram today. . . Ouch!
Left my carpool kid at school today. . . D'oh!
Continued research on the positive and negative impact of California's Proposition 227 which made bilingual education illegal. . . Yawn!
Lessons from Teaching Reading to Elementary School Students - A quiz for you all:
What's a diphthong?
What's a schwa?
What is the Control R?
What is a digraph and what makes it regular or variant?
I guess that's it for now.
P.S. In response to request to see me in a blue M&M suit. . . It's coming, pinky swear!
Left my carpool kid at school today. . . D'oh!
Continued research on the positive and negative impact of California's Proposition 227 which made bilingual education illegal. . . Yawn!
Lessons from Teaching Reading to Elementary School Students - A quiz for you all:
What's a diphthong?
What's a schwa?
What is the Control R?
What is a digraph and what makes it regular or variant?
I guess that's it for now.
P.S. In response to request to see me in a blue M&M suit. . . It's coming, pinky swear!
Monday, February 18, 2008
Because it's there...
In the comments of my last post, several people asked me why, exactly, my daughter was dressed as a blue M & M.
The answer is simple... because I happen to own a blue M & M costume.
A few years ago, Marley insisted that I dress up for Halloween. I was planning on refusing her demand until I came across the aforementioned costume on sale. All it required was that I pull it on over my regular clothes. A few days ago, while rummaging around in a closet, Marley pulled it out and his been playing with it ever since. My favorite thing she does is use it like a fort. She curls up in it, all puffed out--the costume, not her--and just hangs out.
I was hoping to post a picture to go along but she won't cooperate. I'll have to stalk her.
Now, about that mathmatics and Chinese thing...
Oddly enough, only one person asked me to elaborate on that.
Here's the gist, straight from the book:
"The discussion of Chinese orthographic effect on students' mathmatical performance is drawn from research conducted by Miura and her associates (Miura, 1987; Miura, Kim, Chang, & Okamoto, 1988; Miura & Okamoto, 1995). These scolars have claimed that numbers are inseparable from language; and, individuals becoming literate in Asian languages that have roots in ancient Chinese, such as Chinese, Japanese, and Korean, share a common numerical
language structure. In essence, the numerical names in these three languages are congruent with the traditional Base 10 numeration system. . . This group of researchers argued that spoken numerals (e.g., eleven, twenty, thirty) in an alphabetic language such as English, are not congruent with the Base 10 system, that is, the elements of ten and ones contained in these numerals are not apparent in the spoken word. Consequently, an alphabetic language system may not provide sufficient scaffolding for some children as they advance from single digits to multidigit concepts in learning place value. In comparison, children from Asian language groups whose numerals are congruent with the Base 10 system benefit more readily from the relationship between spoken numerals and the concepts." (from Sociocultural Contexts of Language and Literacy, Chapter 7, Ji-Mei Chang)
Before everyone goes getting all impressed with my being able to read this, not all of my reading is this technical. This particular article happened to focus a lot on the specifics of the Chinese language so that it could serve as background information in teaching Chinese ELL students (English Language Learner). Throughout most of this article, my eyes were pretty much rolled allllllll the way back into my head.
So, there you go. The answers to your burning questions. If you have anymore burning questions relating to the nature of reading, just let me know.
The answer is simple... because I happen to own a blue M & M costume.
A few years ago, Marley insisted that I dress up for Halloween. I was planning on refusing her demand until I came across the aforementioned costume on sale. All it required was that I pull it on over my regular clothes. A few days ago, while rummaging around in a closet, Marley pulled it out and his been playing with it ever since. My favorite thing she does is use it like a fort. She curls up in it, all puffed out--the costume, not her--and just hangs out.
I was hoping to post a picture to go along but she won't cooperate. I'll have to stalk her.
Now, about that mathmatics and Chinese thing...
Oddly enough, only one person asked me to elaborate on that.
Here's the gist, straight from the book:
"The discussion of Chinese orthographic effect on students' mathmatical performance is drawn from research conducted by Miura and her associates (Miura, 1987; Miura, Kim, Chang, & Okamoto, 1988; Miura & Okamoto, 1995). These scolars have claimed that numbers are inseparable from language; and, individuals becoming literate in Asian languages that have roots in ancient Chinese, such as Chinese, Japanese, and Korean, share a common numerical
language structure. In essence, the numerical names in these three languages are congruent with the traditional Base 10 numeration system. . . This group of researchers argued that spoken numerals (e.g., eleven, twenty, thirty) in an alphabetic language such as English, are not congruent with the Base 10 system, that is, the elements of ten and ones contained in these numerals are not apparent in the spoken word. Consequently, an alphabetic language system may not provide sufficient scaffolding for some children as they advance from single digits to multidigit concepts in learning place value. In comparison, children from Asian language groups whose numerals are congruent with the Base 10 system benefit more readily from the relationship between spoken numerals and the concepts." (from Sociocultural Contexts of Language and Literacy, Chapter 7, Ji-Mei Chang)
Before everyone goes getting all impressed with my being able to read this, not all of my reading is this technical. This particular article happened to focus a lot on the specifics of the Chinese language so that it could serve as background information in teaching Chinese ELL students (English Language Learner). Throughout most of this article, my eyes were pretty much rolled allllllll the way back into my head.
So, there you go. The answers to your burning questions. If you have anymore burning questions relating to the nature of reading, just let me know.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Ground Control to Major Tom...
commencing countdown, engines on...
I don't know why but this song popped into my head as I decided to do a quick post in the midst of two online class assignments.
I guess there is only so much analysis of the sociocultural context of literacy and learning using J.P. Gee's six contexts (cognitive, social, cultural, historical, institutional, linguistic) in regards to African American students and Chinese American students that a girl can do. . .
on Valentine's day!
And I still have the 30-year journey of literacy from a linguistic, psycholinguistic, cognitive psychology, and sociolinguistic perspectives.
Woo woo!
I do know more than I ever thought I would about the morphosyllabic nature of the Chinese writing system (not a logographic one as is commonly thought) and how it differs significantly from our phonemic alphabetic one.
I also know that the Chinese language is congruent with the Base 10 mathmatic system and that English is not.
I should probably stop before you all die of excitement and interest, shouldn't I?
At the risk of sounding like The Boy Who Cried Wolf, I am fairly scared over the amount of work I will have to do this semester. It will be much worse than last semester. Truly. Of course, in the face of so much reading, analysis, research preparation, etc., what am I spending too much time doing? Reading for pleasure.
I am procrastinator extraordinaire. I could compete in the Olympics of Procrastination and Time Wasting. I would win every gold medal.
Oh well, Marley is dressed up as a giant blue M & M and is bouncing off the walls. Paul is making dinner and Colin is making brownies. And the literacy journey awaits.
I just wanted to say hello.
Hello!
I don't know why but this song popped into my head as I decided to do a quick post in the midst of two online class assignments.
I guess there is only so much analysis of the sociocultural context of literacy and learning using J.P. Gee's six contexts (cognitive, social, cultural, historical, institutional, linguistic) in regards to African American students and Chinese American students that a girl can do. . .
on Valentine's day!
And I still have the 30-year journey of literacy from a linguistic, psycholinguistic, cognitive psychology, and sociolinguistic perspectives.
Woo woo!
I do know more than I ever thought I would about the morphosyllabic nature of the Chinese writing system (not a logographic one as is commonly thought) and how it differs significantly from our phonemic alphabetic one.
I also know that the Chinese language is congruent with the Base 10 mathmatic system and that English is not.
I should probably stop before you all die of excitement and interest, shouldn't I?
At the risk of sounding like The Boy Who Cried Wolf, I am fairly scared over the amount of work I will have to do this semester. It will be much worse than last semester. Truly. Of course, in the face of so much reading, analysis, research preparation, etc., what am I spending too much time doing? Reading for pleasure.
I am procrastinator extraordinaire. I could compete in the Olympics of Procrastination and Time Wasting. I would win every gold medal.
Oh well, Marley is dressed up as a giant blue M & M and is bouncing off the walls. Paul is making dinner and Colin is making brownies. And the literacy journey awaits.
I just wanted to say hello.
Hello!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
A Pox Upon My House and a Quiz Answer Revealed
Be it a Shakespearean character, Karma or just plain bad luck, my house has been stricken...
Monday night I got a migraine and yesterday I was nursing a migraine hangover most of the day.
I was stressing a little about dealing with my first day of the semester when I heard my son walk in (two hours before school was due to let out). He had called Paul while Paul was out running errands.
He was shivering and pale, complaining about a stomachache. I sent him to bed.
Great. Migraine hangover, sick kid and Paul was packing for an early evening flight.
I made it to school and survived just fine. Paul's parents came over to stay with the kids.
After classes, I took Colin's temp and then decided to take Marley's, just in case. It was 99.9. I talked myself into believing it was a fluke.
And now, it is 3something in the morning, Colin just finished throwing up, he's shivering again and I take Marley's temperature again. 102.something.
Crap.
Welcome to the Spring Semester.
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Many of you rightly guessed that I am the Mrs. Bennet of parental driving instruction. Some of you were kind and guessed more charitable answers. Alpha DogMa was creative and thought outside of the box--Miss Daisy was not a choice. Gratefully, no one suggested Nurse Ratched.
I don't know exactly what I thought I would be like, but I wasn't expecting to have fits of hysterical giggling as every muscle in the right side of my body clenched itself into multiple balls of clenchisity.
Seriously. I am ridiculous. Well, I'm less ridiculous about it now that I've had a little experience.
Fortunately, my son has taken this with an inexplicable and uncustomary amount of good humor and grace. He must really, really, really want to drive.
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A note about the quiz. I got the idea for the quiz post and told Colin about it. He looked at me and then proceeded to inform me that it was the most literature-nerdy stupidness he had ever heard of.
To me, that sounds like a compliment!
Monday night I got a migraine and yesterday I was nursing a migraine hangover most of the day.
I was stressing a little about dealing with my first day of the semester when I heard my son walk in (two hours before school was due to let out). He had called Paul while Paul was out running errands.
He was shivering and pale, complaining about a stomachache. I sent him to bed.
Great. Migraine hangover, sick kid and Paul was packing for an early evening flight.
I made it to school and survived just fine. Paul's parents came over to stay with the kids.
After classes, I took Colin's temp and then decided to take Marley's, just in case. It was 99.9. I talked myself into believing it was a fluke.
And now, it is 3something in the morning, Colin just finished throwing up, he's shivering again and I take Marley's temperature again. 102.something.
Crap.
Welcome to the Spring Semester.
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Many of you rightly guessed that I am the Mrs. Bennet of parental driving instruction. Some of you were kind and guessed more charitable answers. Alpha DogMa was creative and thought outside of the box--Miss Daisy was not a choice. Gratefully, no one suggested Nurse Ratched.
I don't know exactly what I thought I would be like, but I wasn't expecting to have fits of hysterical giggling as every muscle in the right side of my body clenched itself into multiple balls of clenchisity.
Seriously. I am ridiculous. Well, I'm less ridiculous about it now that I've had a little experience.
Fortunately, my son has taken this with an inexplicable and uncustomary amount of good humor and grace. He must really, really, really want to drive.
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A note about the quiz. I got the idea for the quiz post and told Colin about it. He looked at me and then proceeded to inform me that it was the most literature-nerdy stupidness he had ever heard of.
To me, that sounds like a compliment!
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