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Austin Stroud

Engaging Experiments Assignment Fall 2011 - 67 views

I added links from within the Ivy Tech Community College website (where I work). I also created an Ivy Tech list. I think that I would find bookmarking and notes helpful for creating lists that I...

engaging experiments assignment groups discussion

started by Annette Lamb on 14 Aug 11 16 follow-ups, last by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
Sara Porter

Daddy- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 4 views

poets.org/...15291

Sylvia Plath fathers and daughters unhappy marriages

shared by Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10 - No Cached
  • You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo
  • You do not do, you do not do Any more
  • Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo .
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      This has been among my favorite poems because of it's graphic stark imagery of the narrator's father. Also, Sylvia Plath is one of my favorite authors. Some of the images are based on her real relationship with her father and her unhappy marriage to writer, Ted Hughes
  • ...18 more annotations...
  • Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du.
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      Plath's father, Otto, died in 1940 of complications due to diabetes when Sylvia was 81/2 years old. She said that she feld "a loss of faith after his death."
  • Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend
  • Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene
  • An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew.
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      More Nazi imagery. The narrator feels oppressed by her father and tortured by his dominance and his death.
  • Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew.
  • pack
  • The
  • With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And
  • I have always been scared of you,
  • 1Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 20 Nov 10
       
      The Narrator begins to compare her father to a Nazi. It is worth noting that Plath's father came from Poland.
  • You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who
  • 1 Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones
  • would do.
  • 1 Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man
  • But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through.
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      The Narrator married a man who she felt was a stand-in for her father. She was unhappy with him as well.
  • 1 Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. 1But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two-- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years
  • 1 Daddy   by Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do 1Any more , black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo . 1Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time-- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend 1Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene 1An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been scared of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. 1But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed t
  • The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years , if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through
    • Sara Porter
      Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
       
      Now she compares her father and her husband to vampires. The final stanza about the villagers dancing seems like the end of an old Dracula movie! Plath married Hughes were married in 1956 and had two children. It was unhappy and during a seperation, Plath committed suicide in 1963.
  • Sara Porter on 19 Nov 10
     
    This has been among my favorite poems, because of it's stark very graphic imagery of the narrator's father and Plath is one of my favorite authors. Some of the images are based on Plath's real life father, and later her troubled marriage to writer, Ted Hughes.
Austin Stroud

Deep Thoughts Assignment - 37 views

I joined Chris' allmusic group and did a search for a song and shared it with the group. Diigo was very easy to use, but I have discovered that highlighting and notes are a little trickier to do o...

assignment deep thoughts groups discussion

started by Annette Lamb on 14 Aug 11 14 follow-ups, last by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
Austin Stroud

Powerful Poems Assignment Fall 2011 - 90 views

I decided on the short poem Dreams by Langston Hughes. I have very little free time these days and often feel overwhelmed between school, work, and life in general (like posting this assignment la...

powerful poems assignment poem

started by Annette Lamb on 14 Aug 11 17 follow-ups, last by Austin Stroud on 22 Nov 11
Eddie Clem

Engaging Experiments - 70 views

http://diigo.com/user/eddieclem I thought that the process of adding bookmarks was quite easy, after an initial frustration of not being able to find the tools. I eventually went to the HELP menu....

assignment exploration

started by Annette Lamb on 23 Oct 10 23 follow-ups, last by Eddie Clem on 13 Dec 10
Ashley Dietrick

Deep Thoughts Assignment Fall 2012 - 20 views

I have examined other Web 2.0 programs over the past few months and have tried to familiarize myself with as many of them as possible. However, I've only used a small number of them as extensively...

diigo assignment deep thoughts

started by Annette Lamb on 12 Aug 12 8 follow-ups, last by Ashley Dietrick on 20 Nov 12
Ashley Dietrick

Engaging Experiments Assignment Fall 2012 - 28 views

Hi everyone, You can see and read more about my bookmarked sites at http://www.diigo.com/user/adietrick The links to these sites are as follows: http://diigo.com/0ugnp - WolframAlpha http://dii...

diigo assignment engaging experiments

started by Annette Lamb on 12 Aug 12 8 follow-ups, last by Ashley Dietrick on 20 Nov 12
Austin Stroud

Groovy Groups Assignment Fall 2011 - 69 views

I made a group called "Job Searching 101" http://groups.diigo.com/group/job-searching-101. When I was job searching prior to landing my current job in April, I maintained a blog on the job search...

groups diigo assignment groovy

started by Annette Lamb on 14 Aug 11 18 follow-ups, last by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
Elizabeth Murray

Powerful Poems Assignment Fall 2012 - 28 views

Hi! http://diigo.com/0ued6 My poem is by author Billy Collins who served as US poet laureate from 2000 to 2003. This poem is called Forgetfulness, and I love it because I don't feel as thou...

diigo assignment poetry poem poems

started by Annette Lamb on 12 Aug 12 9 follow-ups, last by Elizabeth Murray on 19 Nov 12
Austin Stroud

Human Resources - Ivy Tech Community College - 1 views

www.ivytech.edu/human-resources

shared by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11 - No Cached
  • Ivy Tech Community College employs qualified faculty and staff to prepare Indiana residents to learn, live, and work in a diverse and globally competitive environment by delivering professional, technical, transfer, and lifelong education.  Through its affordable, open-access education and training programs, the College enhances the development of Indiana's citizens and communities and strengthens its economy.  We offer a stable and supportive work environment, competitive salary and generous benefits. Considering working for Ivy Tech Community College?Learn more and search for available opportunities by visiting our employment site. Here you can search available posted positions located at any of our 14 regional campuses and the central office, apply on-line, attach your resume, cover letter, or other supporting documents and check the status of your application, any time anywhere.
    • Austin Stroud
      Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
       
      Search for employment opportunities at Ivy Tech Community College.  Postings for students, part-time staff positions, full-time staff positions, adjunct faculty, and full-time faculty can be found on this jobs website. 
Austin Stroud

Career Services - Ivy Tech Community College - 0 views

www.ivytech.edu/career-services

career services ivy tech

shared by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11 - No Cached
  • The mission of Career Services is to provide assistance to students and graduates in career development and to provide a full range of services for our students and employers, consistently emphasizing innovation, operational excellence and the highest quality in every aspect of career development. To accomplish this we will: Educate students and graduates about the career development and employment search processes Offer quality one-on-one career advising Design and deliver quality career development programs and services Provide learning opportunities that enhance the academic experience Develop and maintain effective partnerships both on and off campus
    • Austin Stroud
      Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
       
      This is a great place for Ivy Tech students to turn to as they approach graduation.  Get advice, build relationships with employers in the community, and get started off on the right foot before you have your degree in hand. 
Timothy Collins

This and That - 2 views

A few webpages that I find interested linked and completed with notes: Hello Class, My profile link: http://www.diigo.com/profile/tiecolli I love to spend hours on Wikipedia looking up on...

started by Timothy Collins on 10 Dec 11 no follow-up yet
Gretchen Lee

"What Do Women Want?" - 2 views

My powerful poem is "What Do Women Want?" by Kim Addonizio. My bookmark and notes are at http://diigo.com/0dslt. I have never been much of a poetry person partly because I had a painful experienc...

diigo assignment poems poetry notetaking women exploration

started by Gretchen Lee on 22 Nov 10 no follow-up yet
Tonya Murphy

FitDay - Free Weight Loss and Diet Journal - 0 views

www.fitday.com

diigo

shared by Tonya Murphy on 20 Nov 09 - Cached
  • Free Online AccountUse your free online account to enter your daily foods and exercise. FitDay analyzes all your information and shows you:
    • Tonya Murphy
      Tonya Murphy on 20 Nov 09
       
      Free account is actually more convenient than the paid-for software, since you can access it anywhere.
  • free online diet journal and
    • Tonya Murphy
      Tonya Murphy on 20 Nov 09
       
      Create your free account here.
  • Tonya Murphy on 20 Nov 09
     
    Track and analyze your nutrition, weight loss, diet and fitness over the web. Its free and private!
kirkengaard

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

www.poets.org/...20220

poetry Eliot

shared by kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11 - Cached
  • When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      This is a rather unromantic view of a sunset.
  • yellow fog
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      This is actually pollution. The image is literal.
  • I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      His life lacks any attributes of the heroic.
  • ...11 more annotations...
  • Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here's no great matter
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      This is a reference to John the Baptist, who was beheaded.
  • I grow old… I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
  • To lead you to an overwhelming question…
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      There is some debate over what this question might be. Is Prufrock working up the courage to approach a woman?
  • And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      Is this a reference to death?
  • Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      Even in mundane matters, there can be great personal drama.
  • Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      The narrator is inflicted with terrible indecision.
  • I do not think that they will sing to me.
    • kirkengaard
      kirkengaard on 20 Nov 11
       
      Is this a reference to lonliness and isolation?
  • Do I dare Disturb the universe?
  • No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be
  • At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool
  • We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Clayton Higbee

Jabberwocky - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

poets.org/...15597

shared by Clayton Higbee on 22 Nov 09 - Cached
  • One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
    • Clayton Higbee
      Clayton Higbee on 22 Nov 09
       
      This part is very energetic and creates very vibrant imagery.
  • Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
    • Clayton Higbee
      Clayton Higbee on 22 Nov 09
       
      None of this means anything, but it sounds really cool.
  • 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wab
Holly Koster

Space Theme - 0 views

stepbystepcc.com/space.html

SRP preschool space

shared by Holly Koster on 21 Nov 11 - No Cached
  • Space Necklace Need: Yellow and White fun foam, Colored tube type pasta, Glow in the dark lacing gimp, scissors, and hole punch. Directions: Cut out a small star out of white foam, and a small moon out of yellow foam. Give each child 3 stars and two moon, a piece of lacing gimp, and a few pieces of pasta. Have the children lace these on there string. Only put a few on don't fill the whole string. When they are all done let the children wear them and turn out the lights.
    • Holly Koster
      Holly Koster on 21 Nov 11
       
      Craft idea... could work for craft fair, too.
  • Space Pudding 1 Box of Instant Pudding (for 2 children) Milk (according to instructions on pudding box) Ziploc® bags (1 for each child) Measuring cups For a Space Theme, talk to the children about how astronauts need to eat differently when they are in space because of gravity. Pour half a box of pudding into each child's Ziploc bag. Measure enough milk to make half a box of pudding and allow children to add it to their pudding in the bag. Seal the bag (make sure it's really sealed!!) Children can squish the bag around with their hands, mixing the pudding with the milk. When all of the pudding is mixed, cut a small hole in the corner of the bag and let the kids suck the pudding out!
    • Holly Koster
      Holly Koster on 21 Nov 11
       
      PS craft? Could work for SA also.
  • Holly Koster on 21 Nov 11
     
    Preschool Ideas for SRP 2012
sue reber

The Writer - Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More - 0 views

poets.org/...15487

shared by sue reber on 18 Nov 09 - Cached
    • sue reber
      sue reber on 18 Nov 09
       
      Children grow up way to fast, and before you know it they are making their won way in the world.
  • In her room at the prow of the house Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden, My daughter is writing a story.
  • Young as she is, the stuff Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy: I wish her a lucky passage.
  • ...2 more annotations...
  • I remember the dazed starling Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago; How we stole in, lifted a sash
  • And wait then, humped and bloody, For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits Rose when, suddenly sure, It lifted off from a chair-back, Beating a smooth course for the right window And clearing the sill of the world. It is always a matter, my darling, Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish What I wished you before, but harder.
  • sue reber on 18 Nov 09
     
    Powerful poem of a daughter growing and leaving home.
Timothy Collins

Powerful Poem - Spoon - 2 views

Hello Class, I hope I am okay in going a different direction. There are plenty of poems that I have relatedto, but I think that song can be a powerful form of poetry as well. Well, lyrics in ...

started by Timothy Collins on 10 Dec 11 no follow-up yet
Austin Stroud

Disability Support Services - Ivy Tech Community College - 0 views

ivytech.edu/dss

shared by Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11 - No Cached
  • The Office of Disability Support Services (DSS) provides assistance to students, who qualify for reasonable accommodation under the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), and Sections 504 and 508 of the Rehabilitation Act. Reasonable accommodations may be granted, based upon verification with appropriate documentation, for chronic illnesses, neurological conditions, learning disabilities, psychiatric illnesses, mobility impairments, and other conditions or impairments that limit one or more of life's major activities. Please refer to the College's Documentation Guidelines for specific information on requesting reasonable accommodations. The mission of DSS is to provide access to College programs, services, activities, and facilities for students with disabilities; to provide student advocacy; to encourage the highest levels of academic and personal achievement; and to advocate for an accessible environment for students, faculty, staff, and visitors. An Office of Disability Support Services is located on each of the College's 23 campuses. Click on your local campus below to obtain information about local resources available to you.
    • Austin Stroud
      Austin Stroud on 23 Nov 11
       
      You also can find contact information for your local disability service coordinator on the syllabus of each online class you take at Ivy Tech Community College. 
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