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Greg McVerry

Three Steps to Surving Your First Online Class #edu307 #edu506

There are three things required for success in online classes: self directed learning- You need to develop a learning plan, schedule, set and meet goals cognitive presence- You need to not only complete assignments on time but complete them with the stated objectives in mind. Make sure your artifacts show growth. Utilize evidence from the texts, focus on key

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#smallpoems Splintered pasts gather in concrete futures stolen glances of sun's march As two who never were come to be in glimpses of impossible desti

#smallpoems Splintered pasts gather in concrete futures stolen glances of sun's march As two who never were come to be in glimpses of impossible destiny Interest aligned eyes locked destiny's knot unwound as feet wrestle fallen leaves Just as the dogs run determined to get nowhere at all, their paths can never cross Warmed by the pleasure of shared mystery h

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Why I prefer Blogging over Blackboard

"Here I am, r-a-w." As a teacher we need to make our learning more explicit. We need to model to students how we read multiple sources, integrate ideas, take risks, share our writing, and engage as a community. Blogging provides me with an avenue. Teachers have the greatest job in the world, we get paid to learn. "Genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi" Your stu

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#smallpoems Tormented by desire I sought refuge in verse to converse with possible futures. A curse sutures failing call time's hearse Days of turmoil

#smallpoems Tormented by desire I sought refuge in verse to converse with possible futures. A curse sutures failing call time's hearse Days of turmoil boil into sleepless nights pen fights reality A machete of possibility pressing on pasts as I lift pen from paper peace escapes her uncaptured heart eases the misery in made up history then I sit. To type the

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