Do You Know Where To Find The Answers?

Students are accustomed to the campus classroom, where the teacher is available regularly to remind them how to find the resources that they need to complete activities in a course.

Instructure’s Trenton Goble suggests the five questions on this infographic “as the foundation for improving communication processes—wherever and however learning happens.” Goble is addressing K–12 teachers, so I adapted the purpose of the questions to address the needs of college students.

Every teacher uses Canvas differently. My answers to these five questions tell students how I use Canvas tools in my course.

Infographic: Do You Know Where To Find the Answers?
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You can use the infographic as is, if it fits the needs of your course. It’s shared under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial Share-Alike 4.0 International License.

If you need to tweak the infographic to work for your course, visit the template on Canva (a drag-and-drop web-based design tool). You will need to create a free Canva login to customize the image.

If you do use the infographic, remember to also provide a transcript for students who cannot view the image. I handle this transcript by repeating the text beside the image itself, as you can see on this page from my current Technical Writing course.

This text version of the infographic gives you another option for sharing these ideas with the students you teach. You can also skip the infographic altogether, copy and customize the text from the transcript (linked above), and publish the resulting version as an Announcement in Canvas.

Infographic ceated on Transcript at Images from The Noun Project Pro. Inspired by Trenton Goble’s “Fundamental Five: A Framework for Improving Communication Processes.” Content text is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial Share-Alike 4.0 International License.

This post originally published on the Teaching Online 911 blog.

CWPA 2016 Presentations

Using the WPA Outcomes Statement to Support Innovation in Meeting Discourse Outcomes for a General Education Curriculum.” Sheraton Hotel, Raleigh, NC. 15 July 2016.

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Toward a Programmatic Assessment Model for Multimodal Projects.” Sheraton Hotel, Raleigh, NC. 16 July 2016.

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@newsfromtengrrl for 2013-05-11

Amazingly uncharacteristic optimism

Yesterday I decided that I really wanted ice. Ice in a glass. Crushed ice. Surrounded by icy cold liquid of some kind. So despite the fact that it is the weekend—and I NEVER get dressed or step outside on the weekends—I went to the store.

Then, as if getting dressed and going out into the sun wasn’t enough, I went to Lowe’s and bought some plants. That’s right. I have hanging ivy pots and a deep purple petunia on my front porch—AND I dug the wind chimes out of the basement and hung them up too. I haven’t put plants or the wind chimes outside since the summer of 2001.

2002. 2003. 2004. 2005. Nothing.

It’s not really clear what made me think I could accomplish this yesterday. My house is a wreck. Junk is stacked everywhere. Christmas stuff that I haven’t put away. Things I didn’t unpack after CCCC. Recent piles from the Lubbock trip. Yet I decided to make the front porch pleasant. I dunno why.

I did get the ice too, btw. Now if I’d write up all the CW notes.

Sitting around

I’m sitting around in my Tulsa hotel room. Leaving not only means that I have to get dressed and go out into the heat but also that I have to go back to the daily to-dos.

The problem with long road trips is that there are very long spaces for thinking and the ideas that were percolating throughout the conference get insistent in the bubbling out of the percolating and making a mess of the kitchen kind of way.

I was relatively happy doing ReadWriteThink work, but conferences make me question things. So many things came up that I want to research and write about—but when? Nothing counts. In fact some things need disclaimers to make sure no one confuses private rambling with official work for NCTE. The thing is that I don’t care so much that it counts, but I don’t have time to work on things other than work recently. I can’t even get my house cleaned up. How on earth would I find time to do that research project I talked briefly with Cindy about? I need to be an independently wealthy scholar.

Instead, I’m going to have to put on pants, as Oklahoma and Missouri are not clothing-optional states, and get myself on the road.

It’s time to load the car and head home from Texas. Unfortunately, I have reached the lazy point of the trip, where I would just as soon sit in the room and do nothing as go out into the heat to load the car and deal with the hassle of the swipe cards that no longer work. This dorm set-up has some incredibly stupid aspects to it.

Just told Samantha and Karen goodbye, as they head out to the airport for their flights. And greeted Cheryl as she entered the bathroom with the constantly running shower. I guess I have to go shower too now. Thought I wonder if it’s worth the bother—I’ll be dripping hot and feeling nasty again as soon as I take the first load outside :( Texas is so much nicer in the winter.

CW2006: Tuesday Wednesday (so I’m a few days behind)

As my audio blogposts mumble, I left Champaign on Tuesday, and I drove and I drove and I drove and I drove. There is much driving to get from Champaign to Lubbock. And the pathway that you drive is populated by far more of those large hollow metal animals than you’d think would be necessary. That one at least serves a purpose, trying to get suckers, um, I mean tourists to come in and eat an oversized steak. Many of them are totally beyond my understanding however. One place had a small menagerie of the critters—horses, cows, a ram, and a giraffe that was smaller than any of them. What kind of giraffe is that? and don’t forget about that zebra I audioblogged about when I was leaving Tulsa. What he has to do with gun cleaning and reloading is still a mystery.

The treasure trove of hollow animals is broken by long stretches of vast emptiness once you get past a certain point in Oklahoma. You begin to wonder if you haven’t joined the Joad family, and even more if you might not be Grandma who will never make it to the other side. There’s a lot of dry land that looks very human-unfriendly. Just before I left Oklahoma, I was interested to see a large field fire. You could see the smoke plumes miles down the road. Perhaps all those “Do not drive through smoke” signs there do serve a purpose. Fortunately for me, the smoke was far off the road and no driving through smoke was necessary.

Eventually I did make it to Lubbock, and after a tour of many side streets in West Lubbock and Wolfforth, I did make eventually make it down the many-rutted wagon trail that doubles as the road to Locke and Becky’s house. Menageries became a running theme for the trip as the Carter-Rickly herd of dogs, horses, cats, and other youngling. First there were horses to feed, and dogs to keep out of the horses food. The evilest dog is the newest, a puppy that just showed up. The boys are calling it Spike. I want to call it Barni, cuz it was found in the barn—and also it’s an annoyance like the large purple dinosaur. It’s also a girl, and Spike just doesn’t fit its hair-do.

I bowed out of the fun-filled weed spraying and horseshoe collecting and instead watched young Carter-Rickly 1 play in the pool. He has grown much taller since I last saw him. He’s tanned and has those long little boy legs that jump and run and fly around. He confessed that he doesn’t really remember me, but that he was telling his mom that he did. That didn’t stop us from silly giggling around the pool. My favorite part of the poolside antics was when Barni asked if she could jump in for a swim too. I gently helped her into the pool. Becky wasn’t really amused however. I think Barni really enjoyed it. She was swimming happily at the pool edge, but Becky made me grab her back out of the pool (getting drenched in the processs). I stand by my belief though: that puppy loved her pool time and it wasn’t traumatizing at all that she couldn’t climb out. Not at all. She relished in the joy of a life unbounded by the all encompassing dusty soil that is the panhandle of Texas. Really she did. Locke heard my account of puppy swim and he concurs. And when Locke agrees, you know that it is true. These really are great days.

Unfortunately, it was later Tuesday Wednesday evening that I learned of the depths of weeniehood that our Will Banks has attained. We’re talking far, far deeper than the Walk of Shame through a conference hotel lobby. A weeniehood much larger and all-encompassing than the horror of not getting a bagel with cheese when you ordered that very explicitly at the McDonald’s drive-through. It is a weeniehood that may go on record as the biggest weenieness in the history of computers and writing. Indeed so epic is Will’s weeniedom that I shared the details with the V2 people for publication.

Now what horror transpired? How did my once dear and sweet Willie Bobbie accomplish this feat? Well, weeks ago, he argued that I had to stay in the dorms because he would be in the dorms and we’d have fun. That evening at the Carter-Rickly hacienda I learned that he who was formerly known as Willie Bobbie wasn’t even coming to the conference. Did his massive weenieness let me know? Had I any idea that I was being stood up? Why no. SuperWeenie just ignored me completely and went flitting off to some bar or club or dance recital and left me abandoned. He whined something about travel money to Becky, but we all know that there is no amount of travel money deficit that would be too much if he truly loved his tengrrl. Sniffle, sniffle. Clearly he does not. The weenie. I shame him.

travelblog postponed

cheryl inspires
and people ask, “Why? Not yet?!!!”
sorry too tired

it will come later
patience my little one
tomorrow perhaps

what to write of then?
giggly lipstick cell phones
OH!!! the delicious

sleep now my darling
and dream of the red pantsuit
must rest my gray cells

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