Friday, September 5, 2008
Beginning your blog experience
We have limited time here in blogland today, people, so let's use the time effectively.
Today we will build our own blog. You will need to create a google account to do this. It is essential that you remember your username and password! This will allow you to comment on my blog--and there will be assignments submitted that way. I will not accept "I forgot my password" as an excuse for not submitting work.
After you have created your account:
1. Post your paragraph about Erica Funkhouser's poem "The Accident".
10 Homework Points.
2. After you post your paragraph, scroll through the comment section until you read a post that you like. Respond to that post (another paragraph). It helps to start with something like: “Dear (blank), I was interested in your comments on (blank).” Then you may want to quote something he or she said and continue the idea, or ask a specific question, or move on to a related topic. Intellectual dialogue is the key here.
10 Homework Points.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Welcome back class of 2009
This should set the mood for the year:
Okay people, now I'm ready.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Mr. G's collarbone is not connected to his...
Type III
In a Type III AC separation both acromioclavicular and coracoclavicular ligaments are torn. A significant bump is formed by the lateral end of the clavicle. This bump is permanent. The clavicle can be moved in and out of place on the shoulder. It may take 12 weeks to heal, and physical therapy can be beneficial. It may take even longer for the shoulder strength to approach feeling normal. The injured shoulder may not be able to take the abuse that it could previously, but for most purposes it will be quite usable and sufficient. However, there still is controversy as to whether or not surgery may be necessary for optimal shoulder use in sport. (photo of x-ray and info from Wikipedia)
What does this mean? It means it hurts like crazy--much more than when I broke my left collarbone in high school (playing hockey). I think I'll be able to type with two hands pretty soon (as long as I stand with the keyboard properly positioned)--but no painting. All summer.
How did this happen? I forgot I was 32, terribly out-of-shape, and as I dove for a basketball and landed awkwardly, my body fell apart. This solidifies my platonic leanings that my body is a prison.
Peace People.