Photos about St. Malo, part 1

Here are some photos of St. Malo

After one month: Reflections about a situation in a classroom

THe student read a journal entry that I posted, and so he responded.  At least he got some work done.

So the Student did not agree with the way you teach class? How old is she , Im only 19 years old and you're a lot older than i am but one of the things I've learned is to show RESPECT to the people that are older than you. I call them WISE-MANS, they have expiernced a whole lot more. For instance this up and coming Generation Lacks this , what should you do ....State the OBVIOUS and If she disagrees ask her what are her DREAMS and what does she want to be in this LIFE. Im still learning but i am slowly but surely Creating my REALITY,No one else can CREATE it except your OWN self. What does her calling you out in front of the class Do?! How will that benefit her?It won't if she thinks so ,i feel sorry for her. If she has a better way of teaching than ask her opinion it won't hurt,,,, its an opinion.  Steve hope this will help!

Best Wishes....

The first week: My Journal in France

One of my students is learning how to blog and how to think critically ... by writing what he thinks about

These are the first two posts by the student

I'm not worried about spelling and punctuation.  I just want to preserve what was delivered.

First Day

My plane started to approach Paris-Orly airport.I could see the eiffel tower and i remember seeing a picture of it in a textbook when i was in school. It was truly remarkable that i could see it when i was flying in. I met this sweet French lady on the plane ,and i asked her if she could speak English. She didn’t speak English but we still could communicate. Repetitively talking and hand signs were helpful. Irina was her name and she gave me directions on how to get to the train station ,so that i could reach my destination.

I stepped out of Orly Airport into the cold  chilled environment. A man called Joana, who had a Honda 1800cc Motorbike taxi, asked me if i would like a ride. He managed to strap all my luggage on the back of the bike. We weaved in and out of traffic and it seemed to me that their was no traffic laws. I was intrigued with the ancient architecture that still stands today, I was in total amazement. We finally made it to the train station. I went in and purchased my train ticket to St.Malo, indeed the whole process was easier than i expected . It felt as if I had done it before. I walked out of the station and into the busy city and crossed the street to the Hotel De Paris. Rest at last!

Second Day

I woke up in my hotel room in complete shock, thinking i missed the train to St.Malo. I jumped out of bed and quickly threw on as many layers of clothes to stay warm. I rushed out of my room and ran down the stairs dragging my luggage with me. Not to mention i was staying on the fourth floor. I stormed into the lobby and asked the man who was working what time it was and he pointed to the digital clock. It was 6:00am, my train departure was at 7:36. I was an hour and thirty six minutes early which was a sigh of relief. I walked across the street into Mont Parnasse station. Their was this colorful pavilion that caught my attention. The place called Zuma which attracted me with their colorful signs and huge exquisite display of fresh fruits. I ordered the Tahiti spice, which had mango,passion fruit, banana,orange,and ginger . Before i could even taste this fabulous drink that was made for me , the vendor couldn’t take Dollar bills and i didn’t have any Euro. This english woman behind me in line pointed me in the direction of an ATM. I reached the machine and nothing happened. I kept on trying and nothing! This beautiful girl walked up her name was Sophie and i asked her i she speaks English and she did. I asked,”Can you help me, I need to take out money out of here." She started to laugh, she said “no this is to buy a train ticket, come with me”. Around the corner there was an ATM and she helped me with my transaction. I said Thank you! God Bless you. I was determined to get this fruit drink and i did! In return it was the sweetest spiciest fruit juice I’ve ever tasted,I quickly downed it. I got into the train and found my seat. The train ride took about  two and a half hours. The train ride was unreal, vast green farm lands everywhere. It was beautiful. I arrived to St.Malo walk out of the station, and met William Sutherland.