Thanks, humbled, for that great story.
I still have nightmares about cleaning bathrooms in huge industrial complexes when I did graveyard. Some things never leave you.
http://www.grammarbook.com/punctuation/quotes.asp .
would someone please make this link clickable?.
cc.
Thanks, humbled, for that great story.
I still have nightmares about cleaning bathrooms in huge industrial complexes when I did graveyard. Some things never leave you.
http://www.grammarbook.com/punctuation/quotes.asp .
would someone please make this link clickable?.
cc.
Do your students ever have impediments to clear writing because they can’t identify a thought or a feeling? -- humbled
This is music, with a different manner of expression. My 8-year-old piano student, Tommy, is a precocious child, both academically and musically. He tells me outright what emotions he is feeling while composing his pieces on the keyboard. Of course, this is by means of the faculty of speech. He is articulate and to the point. Is the music sad, that which he has performed in a minor key? It is a man sitting under a tree and crying. As I continue both to explain and to demonstrate specific techniques to open up his remarkable compositional abilities, his musical expressions become technically more complex and, most importantly, aesthetically pleasing.
Therefore, it has been my experience that, as we learn new words and how to arrange them into meaningful modes of verbal expression, we become better able to say what we are feeling. The teacher takes the student's idea, however simple and unformed, and helps him develop that idea into beautifully articulated words or music or painting (another form of art).
This is important, where I earlier mentioned my explaining and demonstrating the how-to of a matter: first, I explain and ask questions, allowing the student to figure out how to do what I ask. He has the tools -- can he employ them to figure out how to play a knotty passage on the piano? Can he use the elements of grammar, syntax, etc. to form a clear and potent composition of words? I demonstrate, i.e., give him the spoken or visual/aural answer (keyboard), to show the actuality of what I asked him to perform. Or, as a last resort, I will demonstrate how that difficult passage is played if he gets stuck and has no answer.
Well, I could go on and on, but I'll stop here . . .
THANKS!
today i learned something new about the roman calendar.. calends, nones, and ides.. education never ceases..
The very points I made in today's class -- please see punctuation thread!
Calends, nones, and Ides.
Thanks, Tara.
http://www.grammarbook.com/punctuation/quotes.asp .
would someone please make this link clickable?.
cc.
It's interesting to see the wheels turning in their brains when they realize the significance of the fact that punctuation is ONLY a feature of writing. You'd think they'd know that, but it's generally not explicitly taught, and -- if it ever was -- it was so long ago for them that they've forgotten. -- jp1692
[ . . .] a little goodwill on the side of the person you are trying to communicate with one’s best efforts to express thought will inevitably fail due to one’s lack of expertise in the art of written words. In written conversation the desire to understand what another person is trying to express can either be revealed as an examination of a subject or as ...something else entirely. -- humbled
Brings to mind my classes in creative writing, where I work with both special needs children and senior citizens. Challenges on both fronts, in ways you can probably imagine. I put your word written in bold to link it with oral instruction, which I employ in juxtaposition with the former. When I do dictation, I allow the student to fill in the punctuation, that without the printed page as a visual aid.
The point is comprehension, and children and old folks are smart -- certainly -- but the teacher must be able to get through where the lesson's point could easily become lost in a maze of details.
Well, your great comments made me think of my recent lessons. To see the improvement in students' getting the point and enjoying the "story" is priceless. Today's essay is The Ides of March -- Good News or Bad?
Thanks.
i have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
I'm sorry, jp.
Me too . . .
i have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
Thanks, jp1692:
Good choice -- applicable. Or, the hold our former faith had on us.
Best wishes.
i have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
Greetings, Bill Covert:
I am in awe of what you have just written and would comment further if I weren't shutting down my computer and taking it to my writing class. It will take a bit of time to get the full meaning and impact of your words, but I shall do so.
In parting, I will add that my family, who followed me into the ORG, remains in its thrall. Some younger born-ins are in, some out. Strange, we can hold a decent conversation with those out yet not with those in . . .
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has." - Margaret Mead
Gratefully,
Frank Carton
he loved her.
from the time she was a faded-denim-overall/flannel-shirted-wearing 3rd grader until she was a bell-bottomed-jeans/embroidered-dirndl-top/afro'd teenager.. when they graduated high school and went their separate, fortune-seeking ways, he loved her.. hundreds of miles apart, lonely and sad, each let their bucket down into the well of life and drank warily of its contents.
yet, he continued to love her.. forty years, two marriages apiece, kids and grandkids, he still loved her.. divorcing, retiring, selling out, cashing in a 401k, moving back down south - home!
Wish I had adequate words, JRK, but if our presence here for you is a good thing, well, here we are.
Love,
CoCo
he loved her.
from the time she was a faded-denim-overall/flannel-shirted-wearing 3rd grader until she was a bell-bottomed-jeans/embroidered-dirndl-top/afro'd teenager.. when they graduated high school and went their separate, fortune-seeking ways, he loved her.. hundreds of miles apart, lonely and sad, each let their bucket down into the well of life and drank warily of its contents.
yet, he continued to love her.. forty years, two marriages apiece, kids and grandkids, he still loved her.. divorcing, retiring, selling out, cashing in a 401k, moving back down south - home!
So nice to see this again, as we stroll down Memory Lane.
THANKS!
i have made repeated attempts to move on with my life despite your decision to plague my every thought and move.
i cannot move forward.
a change of venue, that of diet, even new clothes have afforded me a frivolous and temporary elevation of spirits.
Thanks, SunnyOne026:
I appreciate your kind words.
We have found some answers -- yes -- but so much remains unexplained. I can live with that.
Blessings to you and yours.