After nearly two months of a really hectic though completely satisfying first term at school; it was finally the first day of my autumn break. As I settled down to look through the readings of Course 5, I started to reread my own posts. Interestingly, I found myself hesitating, wondering…the blogs seemed unfamiliar, like someone else had written them. I was actually asking myself if I would still do things the same way?
Then, it struck me. It wasn’t like someone else had written them; it was that the Himani who wrote them had come a long way. Thanks to the wealth of confidence gained from doing projects under the Coetail umbrella, I had tried out Flipped classroom learning in an observation and been commended. I had used the Infographic to record development of a character and inspired my students in Lang B to blog regularly.
My lesson plans were on G drive to be shared with my students and projects using technology as a medium were something I was comfortable with.
As a teacher I had evolved. As a community, my students had benefited. My ESL students doing World Literature had done much better in the examinations.
And even as I write this, what comes to my mind is that my greatest source of learning has been the visual learning module. I will take this forward and do a visual learning course I had seen online. What I had learned about using colors as a way of going deeper into literature had actually brought together the two world’s I love best: Literature and Color.
I have managed to reach out to students with needs and extend learning for others through this simple strategy, which was sparked off by the extra reading I did on using a color platelet for discussing mood and tone.
A blog is meant to be a refection. This is my reflection ,and I would like to document this for all you COETAILER’s to share and for me to recall.
The beauty of teaching is the learning and that is what this course has meant to me.
Just a few last words on how I see our journey:
You are not the same people who left that station
Or who will arrive at any terminus,
While the narrowing rails slide together behind you;
Watching the furrow that widens behind you,
You shall not think “the past is finished”
Or “the future is before us”.
Not fare well,
But fare forward, voyagers.
T.S. Eliot’s Dry Salvages.