<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692168522765638951</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:09:05.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures in 2.0</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog from a newer computer teacher who is sorting his way through the 2.0 world and figuring out where he fits in and how he can make it better.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09939088327167829841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubYW5JBaLK4/SsDvu1mzu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OT5JV-_2PE/S220/Photo+131.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692168522765638951.post-8524000185171611208</id><published>2010-04-22T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T09:02:13.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The hump</title><content type='html'>Every school year after testing the children and teachers go into this malaise. &amp;nbsp;2+ Months to go in the year and we are worn out from the stress of testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we get over this hump?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing it by fully reorganizing my lab and how I do things. I am using web 2.0 tools for grade books(engrade.com), &amp;nbsp;lesson planning(lesson planner advanced) and appointment books(Nirvanahq.com). &amp;nbsp;I am changing layout of room and all numbered tags to make everything neat and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also trying to do more creative and interactive lessons. &amp;nbsp;The students are making trading cards of themselves and will work on either garageband or making some kind of video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the change in room has helped me a bit and the students seem to be engaged with new vigor and excitement. &amp;nbsp;I hope that anyone who reads this can get over the hump like I am and have a great rest of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692168522765638951-8524000185171611208?l=cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/feeds/8524000185171611208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2010/04/hump.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/8524000185171611208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/8524000185171611208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2010/04/hump.html' title='The hump'/><author><name>Mr. Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09939088327167829841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubYW5JBaLK4/SsDvu1mzu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OT5JV-_2PE/S220/Photo+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692168522765638951.post-2697707474439277462</id><published>2010-02-01T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:36:55.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kind Word</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in this hectic world a small thing can be a major deal.&amp;nbsp; Last weekend was Educon in my backyard of Philadelphia but I couldn't go becuase of too much going on with my life with family members in rehab (Physical) and commitments that couldn't be cancelled.&amp;nbsp; This to me seemed to be the final nail in my coffin of web2.0 and trying to be a part of it.&amp;nbsp; I figured I would still go on, look at info but would not be an active part.&amp;nbsp; Why should I?&amp;nbsp; Everytime I tweeted something no one would respond, I had no resources that the people who follow me haven't already read and I just and so overwhelmed with the real world that my virtual world was crumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While checking twitter for URL's to help my school or myself personally I got retweeted by cybraryman1.&amp;nbsp; He had replied about a comment I had made about track and field and from there he looked at my blog, liked it and placed it on one of his many impressive pages.&amp;nbsp; I told him thanks that I felt it was a waste of bandwidth but he liked it and said my blog is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had self esteem problems for years and in this super tech world of 2.0 I really felt like I didn't belong but now I do.&amp;nbsp; I have some great members in my PLN, mbteach, web20classroom, etc...&amp;nbsp; and I need to just take chances, focus, and find my virtual voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also to share good words.&amp;nbsp; I forgot how good a few words can make a person.&amp;nbsp; It really changed my day, and I hope I can remember to be nicer and change some other peoples days for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW you look wonderful have you lost weight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692168522765638951-2697707474439277462?l=cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/feeds/2697707474439277462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2010/02/kind-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/2697707474439277462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/2697707474439277462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2010/02/kind-word.html' title='A Kind Word'/><author><name>Mr. Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09939088327167829841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubYW5JBaLK4/SsDvu1mzu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OT5JV-_2PE/S220/Photo+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692168522765638951.post-2163405813511897306</id><published>2009-11-04T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:36:33.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I teach and coach</title><content type='html'>Now that I have figured out that I am non-existant in the world of blogging I will just write what I want and if people see it so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I teach and coach?&amp;nbsp; I used to love it, now because of all the other things added into my day I don't feel like I am teaching anymore.&amp;nbsp; Tech support, trainings, bureaucracy, repairs, stupid questions, etc... take away from me helping my students.&amp;nbsp; I have 2 strong memories that keep me going on those bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on while teaching first grade I had a student who was a foster child who was so far behind and he acted out to get out of work.&amp;nbsp; It took a while to calm him down but after about 4 months he was on level and acting right.&amp;nbsp; About 2 weeks after winning student of the month I receive a note from the office.&amp;nbsp; He has moved with another foster family and is no longer a student in my room.&amp;nbsp; I cried for about 5 minutes because he was gone and I didn't get to say goodbye.&amp;nbsp; About 4 days later he came back in to pick up some stuff with the new foster family.&amp;nbsp; He ran up to me gave me big hug and said he didn't want to go and that he liked my room.&amp;nbsp; That touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While coaching track and field I encountered a young man who marched to the beat of his own drummer.&amp;nbsp; He was 16 when I got him.&amp;nbsp; He did chaw and had issues with authority and family.&amp;nbsp; His father was over in Iraq during the first engagement and he came home sometime in April.&amp;nbsp; He came out to a practice to see his son for the first time in over a year and all he said to me was "If he gives you any problems you have my permission to beat the shit out of him".&amp;nbsp; It was a wake up call to me and after that I gave him a little extra attention and emotional support.&amp;nbsp; In his Sr year, wearing football cleats, he came in top 10 in Javelin and the pride showed in his face.&amp;nbsp; After he graduated he was diagnosed as bi-polar and had to take meds.&amp;nbsp; We remained friends for years until one day his sister called me and said that he had been found dead in his closet.&amp;nbsp; He went off his meds and some of the demons that had haunted him before came back.&amp;nbsp; I was sad and went to the viewing. I stood in line for an hour catching up with friends and former athletes till I finally got to the family.&amp;nbsp; I walk up to his mother and she starts to bawl.&amp;nbsp; She said "You were the only person who saw the true Eddie and gave him a chance to be himself and grow".&amp;nbsp; I found out later that was the only time she cried all day.&amp;nbsp; It moves, and scares me, that I can make such an impact into another persons life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the reasons I keep going when it gets bad, like it is now.&amp;nbsp; I know I can't help everyone, but I know that I do help some people and that is what keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is rambling and not well written but this is what I needed today to get through the day.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, you have to put yourself first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692168522765638951-2163405813511897306?l=cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/feeds/2163405813511897306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-i-teach-and-coach.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/2163405813511897306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/2163405813511897306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-i-teach-and-coach.html' title='Why do I teach and coach'/><author><name>Mr. Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09939088327167829841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubYW5JBaLK4/SsDvu1mzu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OT5JV-_2PE/S220/Photo+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692168522765638951.post-8216038168703104154</id><published>2009-11-04T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:04:45.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Where does it go?&amp;nbsp; I have 100's of things I&amp;nbsp; want to do and no time to do them.&amp;nbsp; I have so many repairs I need to try to do to my lab.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have to upgrade about 90 computers in the building. I have to go through my links on twitter to see how I can use them to educate my student and myself.&amp;nbsp; Oh, I also have to take care of my Mother in Law in hospital, my Fiancee who is sick, coach and do all the other things I want and need to do.&amp;nbsp; If you have built a time machine, may I please borrow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692168522765638951-8216038168703104154?l=cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/feeds/8216038168703104154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/11/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/8216038168703104154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/8216038168703104154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Mr. Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09939088327167829841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubYW5JBaLK4/SsDvu1mzu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OT5JV-_2PE/S220/Photo+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692168522765638951.post-8203655448373596745</id><published>2009-10-06T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:23:05.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When?</title><content type='html'>When do I get time to teach instead of doing others work?&lt;br /&gt;When do I get to teach without people walking in my room and just assuming i can stop to do everything for them?&lt;br /&gt;When get I get all the equipment I need to do my job right?&lt;br /&gt;When can people learn that computers is a class and not a place to shove their kids during their preps?&lt;br /&gt;When will I learn to say no to people?&lt;br /&gt;When will teachers know they need to have a basic understanding of computers to survive and not rely on me or others to do work?&lt;br /&gt;When will I be able to do all the things I need without asking for aid or assistance for tasks?&lt;br /&gt;When will my repairs take place that I put in for weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;When will people realize elementary school is as important if not more than High School?&lt;br /&gt;When will the stress be replaced by happiness?&lt;br /&gt;When will I get all my lesson plans done when I have to help a teacher find her email for the 23rd time this school year?&lt;br /&gt;When will I stop complaining and just move on?&lt;br /&gt;When will the phone stop ringing?&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever feel like I belong in this job?&lt;br /&gt;When will I find time to try out all the things I have learned through my PLN and be able to use them in class?&lt;br /&gt;When will be as smart I pretend to be and as together as people think I am?&lt;br /&gt;When will I put myself first instead of putting other teachers first?&lt;br /&gt;When will I see the smiles as often as I used to see them when teaching first grade?&lt;br /&gt;When will I know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692168522765638951-8203655448373596745?l=cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/feeds/8203655448373596745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/10/when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/8203655448373596745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/8203655448373596745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/10/when.html' title='When?'/><author><name>Mr. Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09939088327167829841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubYW5JBaLK4/SsDvu1mzu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OT5JV-_2PE/S220/Photo+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692168522765638951.post-751220300056843395</id><published>2009-09-28T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:36:02.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>I was part of the first generation of computers in school.&amp;nbsp; I learned basic and logo on apple IIC's in elementary school&amp;nbsp; Now today there are computers everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I have never been afraid of technology and computers because as a youth I was raised on them.&amp;nbsp; Some of my older peers are terrified of the technology, waxing philosophic of the years of mimeograph machine.&amp;nbsp; I taught first grade for 6 years before become the tech teacher and when I was there my one grade partner was in her early 60's and probably the greatest teacher with whom I have ever worked with.&amp;nbsp; She used her computer for basic paint and Appleworks.&amp;nbsp; After the first year where I showed her the possibilities of online lesson plans, grade books, research, etc...&amp;nbsp; She is now doing almost everything online and asking questions.&amp;nbsp; The reason she was able to do this is because she saw the possibilities and was not afraid.&amp;nbsp; I try to demystify as much as I can and try to show the possibilities without being a used car salesman and pushing technology down their throats.&amp;nbsp; Not understanding technology cna make it seem like voodoo but at one point TV, radio, cars, etc...&amp;nbsp; where scary and now they are just commonplace.&amp;nbsp; Once people realize this the fear should dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is a great gift, it is a gift that takes work to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692168522765638951-751220300056843395?l=cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/feeds/751220300056843395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/751220300056843395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/751220300056843395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/09/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Mr. Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09939088327167829841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubYW5JBaLK4/SsDvu1mzu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OT5JV-_2PE/S220/Photo+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6692168522765638951.post-3991632802571934632</id><published>2009-09-28T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:31:20.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The adventure begins</title><content type='html'>At the start of my 2nd year as a computer teacher in Philadelphia I finally felt like I started to understand what I was doing with technology and the internet.&amp;nbsp; That was until a great teacher in my district got me into her ning and into twitter.&amp;nbsp; This opened up a whole new world to me.&amp;nbsp; I was fairly comfortable with the internet and thought I knew plenty, but I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; There were so many educators out there sharing links and information and I immediately became intrigued to see what else was there. The plethora of sites got my attention and I started to bookmark pages for later and send some to a wiki for my fellow educators to use.&amp;nbsp; I figured the next logical step is to start a blog to share what I learn, to discuss topics of interest to me and educators and to strengthen my writing and presenting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send me critiques, critisms, complements, and anything else that will make this blog, and myself, better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6692168522765638951-3991632802571934632?l=cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/feeds/3991632802571934632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-begins.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/3991632802571934632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6692168522765638951/posts/default/3991632802571934632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbcurtisttl.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventure-begins.html' title='The adventure begins'/><author><name>Mr. Curtis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09939088327167829841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubYW5JBaLK4/SsDvu1mzu6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6OT5JV-_2PE/S220/Photo+131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
