I had the opportunity to visit two primary schools today: one public and the other private. In both cases, I saw the libraries, though not the classrooms. My guide was Dr.
Every time I teach a class, I tell my students that I'm a learner, just like them. "Yes, I'm your teacher, but adults never stop learning. Part of my job is to teach you how to be a learner for the rest of your life."
Every once in a while, one of my students asks me to prove it.
The conference went very well. Titled “Global Literacy Learning Spaces, Strategies, and Opportunities in the Information Age,” the conference brought together educators from across Nigeria to discuss and share ideas about best practices in teaching and learning.
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I walked through the woods in Michigan, as I love doing. I love woods, so green and... woody. I wandered around, taking it all in – the smell of earth, the sounds of leaves and birds, the feel of the cool breeze, the almost-unpleasant taste of rotting leaves in the air.
A long-lost treasure. A career in music, possibly foreshadowed by a childhood of nature's music? A charming and beautifully illustrated children's book, brought back to life.
The Nigerian school teachers completed their third and final day of Comic Book Project workshops, and in doing so they completed their three-page comic books. They did a fine job and were all smiles by the end of the day.
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This month we have featured several students who participated in faculty-led study abroad programs to hear their perspectives of their experiences. Today, we are featuring a professor from the College of Charleston, Dr.
The Northern Ireland sun struggled to penetrate through the clouds, stopping just short of the rusty bus with a sigh of regret, as though too tired to continue any farther. As the vehicle made its way down the dirt path, I clung to my seat with one hand, the other holding a book, trying to ignore the bumping and rattling. A visit with an oracle of the elven king, on the Giant's Causeway, Northern Ireland