Beneath the Wraps

            I am required to take eight different management classes during the course of my studies.   Currently, I am taking the first. The most recent picture of my instructor looks like an apostle or kindly old grandpa.   The portrait on the faculty wall is older.   He is younger and looks like a deejay - kind of like Wolfman Jack - or perhaps it is just the psychedelic background that gives off that illusion.   His voice doesn't carry like that of a D.J. He doesn't seem to have the same charisma as some of my other instructors.   I've only been to one of his lectures.   It was okay, but it wasn't the most interesting one I've attended.   I just assumed it was the subject matter.   I mean, Management103: management principles.   Doesn't that title, all by itself, make you want to snore?            Last week he announced that...

I have had a couple of things wander in and out of my mind - but I haven't connected my thoughts.   I have an assignment in my management class to write up a 500-word essay on leadership answering three specific questions about Gary Kelly, CEO of Southwest Airlines.   I've brainstormed my ideas, but haven't formed any sentences - which I should be doing instead of posting to my blog, but somehow feel the need to post something.   So here it goes. I have already posted two of my assignments from the philosophy class that I took.    Six stages of critical thinking found here and an outline of my power point Sometimes . . . Dreams Happen . .  found found here In this post, I will share the two assignment from the other two weeks of class. The first one is Making Emotions a Part of Digital Technology written   in response to this video. Making Emotions a Part of Digital Technology       ...

          I remember taking a communications class in college.   I think it was an elective.   It turned out that there were only seven or eight students, the instructor and me.   We all sat around one table to have discussions.   We were told that we didn't have to purchase a book, but each of us would teach a lesson.           I was the only student in the class who was not a communication major.   For the most part, they seemed to be talking in languages that I, myself, did not understand. The week before I was assigned to give the lesson, I wrote down the topic name and went to the library to do some research.           I'd be lying if I didn't say that I had bluffed my way through the assignment.     I had used an example that somehow got out of hand.   The subject I had picked at random was...

Roland is allergic to birds but he insists on filling the bird feeder with seed so he can watch the birds fly around as he looks out the window in his office. There aren't magpies in Oregon.   I thought they were pretty birds but learned to hate them when they wouldn't leave our already pathetic crops alone.   In Oregon the most hated bird seems to be the blue jay.   I think blue jays are really pretty birds   - but blue jays are bullies. Funny, I remember watching "Peep" with Jenna and there was one story in which Peep, Quack and Chirp encounter a blue jay who thinks she is special and is unkind to other birds.   I didn't know that I was watching an accurate description of the real life bird. So Roland has watched blue jays bully other birds and he has purchased big seed and little seed and has decided to feed the little birds and let the blue jays fend for themselves. I have open...

I taught Sunbeams twice in my mom's ward.   Both times I was blessed with four reverent children who folded their arms and listened to the lesson.   They may have been too quiet. Ever since I've married, each class - not matter the age - that I have taught in primary has had at least one very quiet and focused child and at least one who is all over the place - except for my lesson. Since coming to Oregon, I have had the sad and traumatic, the devastation, the "Oh, I love my teacher" and the "good helper" - that's all been the same kid overall.   I think the most that I ever had attend a single class last year was three.   Before the year came to an end, it was generally just me and Elizabeth.   My lessons were of no interest to her. For the most part, she pretended she was a horse. This year I have her cousin, Hayden, who just recently turned four.   He's been with me since January.   Then, just a few weeks ago, they added C...

          The topic for our last discussion in English class was on Turnitin - a device that supposedly makes it easier for the student to submit his or her work and get feedback on originality.   A colored icon appears in a column next to our graded assignment.   Green is the best color to receive.   It means that only 24% of your work or less was borrowed, paraphrased or quoted from other sources.   I just recently learned that there are five colors:   What I don't get is the color coding on the inside that marks your assignment.           I would have been more interested in viewing Grademarks or Peermarks, but the tabs wouldn't even open, and so I did not see the point.   Having the colors and source names in columns didn't mean much to me.   It might have well have been sent back to me in Japanese although my understanding ...