Below are two videos related to our topic of remediation.
Here is the video recording of our discussion with Paul Prior on remediation and its effects on education.
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Above is "Zombio and Juliet," our group's remediation of Romeo and Juliet. We challenged the conventions of the tragedy by "zombifying" it and adding humor. We also remediated paper plates to become the charcters, taking advantage of their "aerodynamic nature" (ha!).
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Our remediation of our worst morning...
My group collectively determined the characteristics of a "worst morning"
and used the multi-touch tables at the IDEAL Lab to remediate the collective experiences into story board form.
and used the multi-touch tables at the IDEAL Lab to remediate the collective experiences into story board form.
I remediated this photo into words!
This is also included in my blog.
This is also included in my blog.
In July 2014 I stepped foot in the ocean for the first time.
I had always wanted to go to California and swim in the Pacific ocean. I had seen the Atlantic ocean once before, when I was 10 and my family went to Disney World. It was 50 degrees that day, so I couldn’t get very close, but the enormity in front of me was exhilarating.
Something about the “exotic” west coast called to me since I was old enough to understand it. When my former roommate and good friend moved out to Los Angeles, I decided to take her up on her offers to visit and I booked a flight. I arrived on an afternoon just before she had a job interview with Nickelodeon Studios, so we couldn’t do much sight-seeing; instead, I wandered Melrose Avenue, equally amazed by the beauty around me and confused by the fashion around me. After her interview, we got dinner, went out to bars on Hollywood Blvd, and I went to sleep at 3 AM Cali time (25 hours after I woke up to head there).
Regardless of my sleeping situation, I easily awoke at 8 AM thrilled for my first visit to the beach. We put on our swim suits, jumped in Paige’s car, met up with her friend, and got incredibly lost. After 2 hours of roaming, we finally found a parking lot that wasn’t $20/day and put down our roots. I could smell the ocean as soon as I got out of the car; walking closer, I could see it, and again, its enormity was exhilarating.
The endless horizon made me feel like I was on the very edge of the earth, an exhale away from falling off. Standing on the beach, I tried to soak in every second of the anticipation. I knew I would never again experience this “first” in life. At Paige’s beckoning, I stood just near enough for the white crush of the waves to touch my toes before it slipped away.
“Go on in! I’ll take your picture!”
Paige cheered; being a fellow Illinoisan with a vigorous love for nature, she understood. I inhaled the salty air and walked forward, feeling the cold splash of one of the least understood parts of the planet against my shins, knees, thighs.
“Turn around! Say cheese!”
I turned around and walked back towards the shore as Paige snapped pictures. She told me to pose, so I threw my arms out and smiled from ear to ear, completely enveloped in the joy of the moment. She told me to pose again, so I tried to shift my weight from one foot to the other. Instead, I shifted my weight from both feet to my back.
As is typical for me, I tripped over nothing and fell straight down. This happened simultaneously with the next wave crashing and with Paige snapping more photos. I had enjoyed the ocean for about 90 seconds before my nostrils were burned by its salt. But even though I fell, and the water was freezing, and I was coughing up a flavor of H2O that ironically seemed unnatural to my virgin tongue, I still laughed.
After this, Paige and I walked into the ocean and let the waves move us around. My heart thumped hard every time the water lifted me up to where I couldn’t feel the bottom, and I only exhaled when my toes touched back down. Eventually, we moved out so far that I lost the bottom entirely when my head was above. When I held my head just right, the water covered my ears, and I couldn’t hear any people. I could only feel my weightless body within the water, and I could only see the sky and the never ending blue around me. Despite the miscellaneous garbage floating by and the polluted haze hanging over the city in the distance and the other various signs of human abuse, I felt like I was doing something magical, unstoppable, and unreal.
I had always wanted to go to California and swim in the Pacific ocean. I had seen the Atlantic ocean once before, when I was 10 and my family went to Disney World. It was 50 degrees that day, so I couldn’t get very close, but the enormity in front of me was exhilarating.
Something about the “exotic” west coast called to me since I was old enough to understand it. When my former roommate and good friend moved out to Los Angeles, I decided to take her up on her offers to visit and I booked a flight. I arrived on an afternoon just before she had a job interview with Nickelodeon Studios, so we couldn’t do much sight-seeing; instead, I wandered Melrose Avenue, equally amazed by the beauty around me and confused by the fashion around me. After her interview, we got dinner, went out to bars on Hollywood Blvd, and I went to sleep at 3 AM Cali time (25 hours after I woke up to head there).
Regardless of my sleeping situation, I easily awoke at 8 AM thrilled for my first visit to the beach. We put on our swim suits, jumped in Paige’s car, met up with her friend, and got incredibly lost. After 2 hours of roaming, we finally found a parking lot that wasn’t $20/day and put down our roots. I could smell the ocean as soon as I got out of the car; walking closer, I could see it, and again, its enormity was exhilarating.
The endless horizon made me feel like I was on the very edge of the earth, an exhale away from falling off. Standing on the beach, I tried to soak in every second of the anticipation. I knew I would never again experience this “first” in life. At Paige’s beckoning, I stood just near enough for the white crush of the waves to touch my toes before it slipped away.
“Go on in! I’ll take your picture!”
Paige cheered; being a fellow Illinoisan with a vigorous love for nature, she understood. I inhaled the salty air and walked forward, feeling the cold splash of one of the least understood parts of the planet against my shins, knees, thighs.
“Turn around! Say cheese!”
I turned around and walked back towards the shore as Paige snapped pictures. She told me to pose, so I threw my arms out and smiled from ear to ear, completely enveloped in the joy of the moment. She told me to pose again, so I tried to shift my weight from one foot to the other. Instead, I shifted my weight from both feet to my back.
As is typical for me, I tripped over nothing and fell straight down. This happened simultaneously with the next wave crashing and with Paige snapping more photos. I had enjoyed the ocean for about 90 seconds before my nostrils were burned by its salt. But even though I fell, and the water was freezing, and I was coughing up a flavor of H2O that ironically seemed unnatural to my virgin tongue, I still laughed.
After this, Paige and I walked into the ocean and let the waves move us around. My heart thumped hard every time the water lifted me up to where I couldn’t feel the bottom, and I only exhaled when my toes touched back down. Eventually, we moved out so far that I lost the bottom entirely when my head was above. When I held my head just right, the water covered my ears, and I couldn’t hear any people. I could only feel my weightless body within the water, and I could only see the sky and the never ending blue around me. Despite the miscellaneous garbage floating by and the polluted haze hanging over the city in the distance and the other various signs of human abuse, I felt like I was doing something magical, unstoppable, and unreal.
I remediated these words into a photo!
Max and the other man, Arlo, sat and talked. They introduced themselves and commented on the beautiful day, the beautiful flowers, and the beautiful opportunities which awaited each moment.
I know what you're thinking.
"What an amazing pill holder that is! So logically constructed and structurally sound!
Yes, indeed. This is my remediation project from the "Composing with Things" activity.
Below is my process in creating the project, remediated through drawing.
"What an amazing pill holder that is! So logically constructed and structurally sound!
Yes, indeed. This is my remediation project from the "Composing with Things" activity.
Below is my process in creating the project, remediated through drawing.
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