In this video Ali and I Discuss three topics that we wrestled with and by the end of the video acknowledge why they were important and how they will help us become better teachers.
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Reading Response 4 “Dis/Ability”
Throughout this class normative narratives have shown common beliefs that I have held without ever truly thinking about what they mean or what my role in creating them was. I grew up with the term “retard” still being used, so when it transitioned to disability I felt like this was a great win for …
Writing my Self-Analysis
Being Canadian: I am Canadian, I am free, I love beer, I love maple syrup, I live in an igloo and I play hockey. These are all normal stereotypes that classify what someone may describe a Canadian to be. Yet most people would acknowledge how proud they are to be Canadian. Canada is a beautiful …
Self Story #4
It was a Friday afternoon. My final period of my grade 6 class was slowly ticking away. The more I peaked up at the minute hand hoping there would be 5 minutes left till the bell rings, the slower the clock ticked. I could not focus on the lesson my teacher was teaching. I was …
Blog Post #3
I have always had a fascination with Los Angeles. The beautiful weather, the long sandy beaches, and the home of my favourite sports team the Los Angeles Lakers. Tourist attractions like Disney Land, the Hollywood sign, and Universal Studies are a few things that make LA a great place to visit. When I was planning …
Self Story #2
I grew up in a loving family that cared for people and felt it necessary to serve humans any way they could. My dad is a pastor and just retired from the Government as a Farm Management Specialist. People think since he spent 40 years working for the government that his job defined him. In …
Scott Ayars ECS 110
Writing The Self 1: A Moment I Felt Canadian. Lifting my arms up like a human scarecrow I wait as a man in a bright yellow jacket pats me down. I wait awkwardly for the head nod from him so that I can pass through the entrance gates. My dad and I walk through with …