It was another sunny morning on the drive into the city - the view overlooking the Halifax Harbour is truly spectacular and I've enjoyed it every single morning we've walked into the lovely NSCC building.
Today's class focused mostly on Clicker 5. I have worked with both Clicker 4 and Clicker 5 at my work placement, but I haven't used it in over a year, plus I realize that I have only used Clicker to do the same routine/mundane activities - when there's so much more it can do! I watched the tutorials from Barb's website prior to attending class on Saturday; this combined with the things we learned to do in class have helped move me further along in my knowledge and comfort level with Clicker 5. As with all of the technologies we've been learning about, the more you use it, the more fluent you become... just like any language!
I totally enjoyed working on the ebook using Clicker 5. Things went quite smoothly and I think the finished product is really great (hope you appreciate it Sandy!!). I am motivated to do more with Clicker 5 and more importantly, I want to support the staff at my schools to be using Clicker 5 more as well.
I've had trouble with the Cloze Pro - I think it may have to do with the newer version of Windows that I have installed on this laptop. I hope to clear up some space on my desktop (memory is chaulk full!) and load it on there at least for a week or two, so I can learn more about this software.
I can't believe there's only one more class left! Time has gone so quickly and there's still so much more to learn...
And finally: has anyone heard of this AT support "ghotit" at www.ghotit.com ?
Here's a video clip
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I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
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Welcome to Holland, by Emily Perl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
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