Today I’m going to go over the basics of Zoom, for those who are interested in or curious about using it for online teaching. I’m going to try not to talk too much, but I do want to walk you through the features, settings, and options before we try a group meeting. Which I’m sure will get a bit chaotic, depending on how many folks join, but hey—these are trying times, so that’s what we’ll do: try.
In my experience, Zoom is pretty easy to use—very intuitive. So, I’m not going to create a handout; there are tons out there already, along with lots of training materials and tips. Google it! If you do want a handout, here’s a fantastic step-by-step from Liz Lawley at RIT. Note that some screens will look a bit different for you.
- Here are my slides.
- Here is the URL for our group meeting.
- Here is a video I made with Zoom explaining again the next essay project for any stragglers who weren’t in class before spring break. You can appreciate the quality of the video and the sound, as well as the captioning. Which really exposes your verbal tics, and which can be edited.
Breakout Session: Wikipedia in the Classroom
Lunch Discussion: Writing Across the Curriculum
- Questions for discussion: What kinds of writing do your students do? How much writing do you assign? What has worked well? What problems do you encounter?
- Why we can’t teach Johnny to write (Inside Higher Ed)
- Implementing writing-to-learn approaches in STEM (GradHacker)
In my tutorial today on the postcolonial novel and theory, we’ll discuss The Empire Writes Back and the chapter on “Re-Placing the Text,” in conjunction with the first part of Achebe’s Things Fall Apart and, if we have time, Yeats’ “The Second Coming”:
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?