I have five classes that I attend daily at the center. I go to my CBS classes in the morning and my HT classes in the afternoon. My CBS classes are computer, Braille, and shop and my HT classes are home ec and travel.
We begin our day at 7:45 with everyone meeting in the rec room with our director and take roll and discuss the day's agenda. Then it's off to my first class, computer. Remember that the computers do not have monitors and we use a program called JAWS, (a screen reader program). In my initial class I wrote a little about myself and learned how to use JAWS just a little bit. I learned a few commands like, line by line reading and some editing commands. It's all keyboard commands. No mouse. The instructor is an out going individual who is also very competent computer user. She knows her JAWS.
My second class of the day is Braille. The class is located just around the corner from my computer class. The teacher is a pro at Braille. At least, I think she is. Braille is a touch language which you feel with your fingertip and I am starting to read and WRITE it.
My last class of the morning is shop. I will be using power tools to make my projects. YIKES! Anyone who knows me will probably think that I'll come home minus a few body parts. Remember, I'm wearing sleep shades in everyone of my classes. The instructor tested me on my fractions while I used a real groovy measuring device. It's like a six inch screw with notches in it every half inch. I'll try to get a picture of it on my blog later.
My first afternoon class is home ec. I have the same teacher for home ec as I did for Braille. She knows what she's getting into with me as a student. I went right to work making dough for cinnamon rolls. Everything went fine except when she told me to check the mixing bowl for flour and gunk at the bottom. She had already taken the dough out and placed it in the refrigerator. I went over to what I thought was the mixing bowl and found that the bowl still had a relatively large quantity of flour in it. She wanted me to throw out the excess flour in the garbage before I washed it out. I did what I was told to do and pitched out the flour into the garbage can. Only when I did throw it out, I didn't have the mixing bowl in my hands, I had the flour container! Ooops.
The last class of the day is travel. I went with my instructor and another student to a Wal Mart and was dropped off at a bus bench. Now, the bench was not real close to the store itself. We had to tap tap across a frontage road, down a parking lot lane and across the front drive of Wal Mart. We then went inside to find the service desk. After achieving our goal of find the service desk we had to head back to the car which included walking across the front drive, the parking lane and the frontage road. I finally got a picture in my mind of the layout of area we had just navigated aroud at the time I jumped into the car and head back to the center. This was my first traviel experience and the travel teacher went with us.
As a teacher myself and having worked with an outstanding teacher I can honestly say that evey single one of my teachers are of very high quallity. They have patience, confidence, great knowledge of the curriculum, good strategies, and above all are caring individuals. More later.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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Hey Ken,
ReplyDeleteI want to know about the computers? PC or do they have good computers!! Like your blog. Craig read it too! Have a good week.
Julio
Ken,
ReplyDeleteThis is fascinating to read! Not only am I enjoying what you are telling us, but you write in a very entertaining style:)
Kay
Hi Ken!
ReplyDeleteReally enjoy your blog! It is very interesting and entertaining! I will keep checking back to see what else you are learning and how much trouble you are causing!!!!
Linda Miller
I, too, am really enjoying this blog. It's my first experience with anyone who blogs. I really appreciate the inside view that you bring to this.
ReplyDeleteMJ and I had an English professor at Virginia Tech who had been blind from birth. He had perfect pitch, so he was trained at the Va. Blind school as a piano tuner. He wasn't supposed to be interested in becoming a professor of 18th century British Literature, specializing in the works of John Dryden.
John S.