Mr. D'Amato - My Education Blog

     This is my first time being committed to blogging and it has been a very fun experience for me so far. After reading the blogging skills by Jacob McWilliams I have gained a great amount of insight on how to blog more properly. I will be using his taxonomy of blogging skills to improve my future blog post and to reflect on my past blogging post.     In order to make a proper blog, it must be well organized and easily understood by the readers. I have struggled to organize my blogs so that they are easier to read, in order to improve them I will be planning them a bit more in the weeks/months/years ahead. Sometimes when blogging I have so many thoughts that I am racing to get down, by preparing more I will be able to organize them more properly. I need to also work on creating a voice that is consistent throughout the blog post and make sure not to switch my POV.      I will also be including more comments about my own writing towards the end of my blogs so that I am constantly refl

The sky holds so much information that I would be able to ramble on. The sky controls or takes part in our use of time. When it is light out, most of us are awake but when it is dark then most of us go to sleep. This is natural for us or so we think. This dates back as far as man can think and the creator himself designed it perfectly. The sky never fails to be unique yet consistent. Thanks to the sun, it is either light or dark outside depending on the fluffy clouds. The sky creates wonder, where does the sky lead to? We are staring off into space and the rest of our universe. Within the sky, we can see planets, planes, clouds, moons, or even meteorites. Nothing about the sky do we as humans control, except for the amount of pollution that we pump into the atmosphere. There is s omething calming about the sky and the lack of control. The sky helps control my mood for the day, however, even when it is raining I still feel joyful. The sky holes so many wonders that man will never answe

SUMMER CAMP  It is the summertime, I arrive at the camp, I have my backpack with all of the necessities,  I head up to the Pavillion where I will meet the campers that I am responsible for, We do our check-in and then eat breakfast together while chatting about what we should do, Most of the time they want to play gladiator dodgeball or gaga,  We head to our first activity and will stay busy until the afternoon, I love being a counselor at a camp, It brings me so much joy, It is a stress reliever,  It is my passion,  It is what I love doing. 

     Within the revisions, I added more details to the experience I have with coffee. I explained the coffee as my "warm blanket" and expanded on how it made me feel. The peer that I did the revisions with recommended to organize the writing more and make it more of a story. To do this, I started in the early morning and described the routine that I follow. As a morning person, I enjoy keeping things simple and relaxing. In order to add a negative side to the story, I discussed how coffee or this blanket of warmth can stain with just one touch. If there was anything that I could change about my "warm blanket" it would be that I could wear white without fear on the way to school. I also went into detail about what I do if I am heading to an 8am and have no time to make a fresh cup of coffee. It was important to mention the word "addiction" because it does make me the morning person that I strive to be although I would not say I am necessarily proud

    In front of me, the bitter but somehow sweet aroma of my fresh ground dark roasted black coffee fills the air trapped in my bedroom. This coffee is the warm blanket that guides me through the morning and even night like a well-trained guide. As the warm blanket touches my lips, my lazy eyes jolt open and I am excited to face the challenges of a new day. But this warm blanket does not know its importance, its bitter taste comes with a staining touch if you are not careful. How have I become addicted to this bitter blanket of warmth?        One would say it has captured my heart because I can not go without it. When I think of something that has captured my heart, I think of something that hurts to go without. Just one sniff or site and I need it; if I do not have it then my head starts to pound. I will start to wonder where I can find the closest dark blanket of warmth.        Some early mornings, I am too lazy to make me a blanket of warmth. But that just means I wi

Growing up, I always struggled with reading but for some reason, I was always decent at writing. I always thought about writing as a social construct or medium for me to explain myself through. Whenever I would write, I would do it similarly to how I would talk but more cleaned up. Writing also always helped me shape my thoughts, being able to see the words on the paper made me realize what was right and what was wrong. Writing allowed me to escape the reality that we were living in for a short time and say the things that I wanted to say or even experience. When I write, it could be a creative story, a real experience, a poem, or even a song. All of these will directly relate to the emotions that I am feeling within a certain moment. Expressing my feelings through writing has always been beneficial to mental health as it allows me to ‘speak’ to an audience that does not respond instantaneously. Reading to me was always very confusing because I saw words on the page and was actively sa

My literacy mantra is closely related to ‘in order to understand you must read or listen’, whenever I speak to someone who disagrees with me I do not want to argue but instead I want to debate with them. What information do they have that I do not have? If they end up having information that I respect and believe then I am willing to change my perspective or possibly come to some type of agreement. Literacy is all about learning and if you are willing to learn from anyone (obviously with caution) then you will be much better off in this world.   Almost every child learns in a unique way, but as a teacher, it is completely necessary for you to attempt at identifying the most effective way for each student. It is also important to draw interest to literacy in many different ways but especially by including topics that they will enjoy.  When I was learning in elementary school, I learned best through seeing how the teacher thought through a process, and then I modeled around that. My teac

On this morning, the dark heavy clouds filled the sky and stacked on each other like jenga blocks. The birds sang a triumphant song, it was my first day of running a 5k every single day that summer. As I walked down my front steps, I felt the bounce in my sneakers and the humidity encompassing my body forcing me to sweat. My lips were moistened, it smelled and tasted like a fresh misty day. It was time to start my fitness journey, my mind was ready but my body was not. I was about to be flooded with sweat, racing with thoughts, empowered by the sound of slipknot.

This coffee is my dark black blanket of warmth. Inside this cup of coffee, there is a joy to be found and warmth to be gain. Not only that, but it also wakes me up with just one use. The dark blanket of warmth is there to guide me in the morning or even at night when I'm feeling very tired. This dark black blanket of warmth is what gets me out of bed and ready to take on the world; it uncovers my lazy eyes and pushes me out the door. I bring it around with me throughout the day to make sure I feel secure to make sure I feel okay. This dark blanket of mine forms to anything it wants, it will even stain those who try to absorb its love. I am addicted to this dark blanket of energy and love. How come I can not go without this dark blanket of warmth? How has it captured my heart? It is a very occasion that this blanket of warmth and I disagree about anything. It is nice to have something that does its job every single day and does not complain. The more I see it, the more that I want i