2. Overview
Introduction
The dilemma: Fight or act smart?
Part 1
• Old techniques enhanced by technology- flipped
classroom?
Part 2
• Web2.0 tool and collaborative platforms
Part 3
• The floor to YOU
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8. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be
held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life with the beginning of my
life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve
o'clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry,
simultaneously.
In consideration of the day and hour of my birth, it was declared by the nurse, and by
some sage women in the neighbourhood who had taken a lively interest in me several
months before there was any possibility of our becoming personally acquainted, first,
that I was destined to be unlucky in life; and secondly, that I was privileged to see
ghosts and spirits; both these gifts inevitably attaching, as they believed, to all unlucky
infants of either gender, born towards the small hours on a Friday night.
I need say nothing here, on the first head, because nothing can show better than my
history whether that prediction was verified or falsified by the result. On the second
branch of the question, I will only remark, that unless I ran through that part of my
inheritance while I was still a baby, I have not come into it yet. But I do not at all
complain of having been kept out of this property; and if anybody else should be in the
present enjoyment of it, he is heartily welcome to keep it.
I was born with a caul, which was advertised for sale, in the newspapers, at the low
price of fifteen guineas. Whether sea-going people were short of money about that
time, or were short of faith and preferred cork jackets, I don't know; all I know is, that
there was but one solitary bidding, and that was from an attorney connected with the
bill-broking business, who offered two pounds in cash, and the balance in sherry, but
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12. Jigsaw Activity
Information gap
Use of visual aids
Learning styles
Skills development
Motivation
Restrictions
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14. Flipped classroom
Create a digital
group – divide
into smaller
groups
Send the
“listeners” the
audio file
Send the
“viewers “ the
video without
sound
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15. Flipped Classroom
• Ask them to reconstruct the story
in class
• Tweet the story…
60 Second Recap
Lexipedia
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18. Science Fiction
When a day that
you happen to
know is
Wednesday starts
off by sounding
like Sunday,
there is something
seriously wrong
somewhere
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19. Match the sounds with their sources
Wheel
Sparrow
Pidgeon
Bus
Brakes
• Squeal
• Coo
• Chirp
• Roar
• Rumble
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20. Can you recognize the sounds?
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21. “Why the founders of St Merryn’s
Hospital chose to erect their
institution at a main road crossing
upon a valuable office site and thus
expose their patients’ nerves to
constant laceration, is a foible that I
never probably understood”
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22. “Customarily the west-bound
buses thundered along trying to
beat the lights at the corner; as
often as not a pig-squeal of
breaks … then the released cross-
traffic would rev and roar as it
started up the incline.”
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23. The day of the Triffids
“But this morning was different. Disturbingly
because mysteriously different. No wheels
rumbled, no buses roared, no sound of a car of
any kind, in fact was to be heard. No brakes, no
horns.”
“The more I listened the queerer it seemed. There
was not the cooing of a pigeon, not the chirp of a
sparrow. Nothing but the humming of wires in the
wind.”
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