An image, a poem, a rhyme
Conversations
A place to think out loud
Adding Value
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Day 32 Why Cant I
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8weeksofsummer Forward
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“be encouraged about what your teaching will let tomorrow look like” ~ Shelly Blake-Plock
The Mess of Changing Themes
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I can hear my mom now as I struggled with something, “Where’s there’s a will, there’s a way.”
Response: Expo 74
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CLmooc BC Affinity Conversations
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the most fundamental of all human rights is the right to control our own minds and thoughts: We are curious and exploring on our own to find meaning in our worlds
Clmooc BC Affinity Invitations
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CLmooc BC Affinity School 2
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Clmooc BC Affinity Equity in Pace
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spaces that could engage them, inspire them, and encourage them in their interests and learning through tech communication skills that will be used today and in their future
March Goals
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Where my February Goals. were more specific, my March Goals are more general, but with a focus.
Reflect on and be aware of renewed and continued connections / conversations / learning
Jump Start Momentum
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“What will I write about?” is a question often asked by new bloggers. For just getting started, start short. Here’s how!
Blogging Ideas Poetry
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Sometimes we need a break, a time to just reflect on a moment — like today with sun melting the snow, revealing the browned grass, soaking its melt into the dormant earth as my kitten explored the outside for her first outing.
How about a poem?
Looking Back
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If I hadn’t set my calendar goals, I would have missed out on the opportunity to learn from others and then share for others.
Blank Space Option
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It stares back at you — it’s glare so bright you need sunglasses— that blank page where no words want to go.