Comments for Teach them how to fish http://www.teachthemhowtofish.com By Nancy Sungyun Sat, 05 Dec 2009 01:07:42 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 Comment on In defense of teaching good writing by Jerome Imhoff http://www.teachthemhowtofish.com/2009/10/in-defense-of-teaching-good-writing/comment-page-1/#comment-183 Jerome Imhoff Sat, 05 Dec 2009 01:07:42 +0000 http://www.teachthemhowtofish.com/?p=56#comment-183 I agree. When children are taught writing as a process, they are given the tools necessary to generate and explore ideas. They learn essential techniques for expressing their ideas. And, they have the opportunity to take glimpses into their unique thought processes. When we put pen to paper and allow ourselves the freedom to brainstorm, we quickly discover how much we have to say. I commend teachers who foster this exploration and who encourage young people to find their voices as writers. Check out the awesome film Freedom Writers. I agree. When children are taught writing as a process, they are given the tools necessary to generate and explore ideas. They learn essential techniques for expressing their ideas. And, they have the opportunity to take glimpses into their unique thought processes. When we put pen to paper and allow ourselves the freedom to brainstorm, we quickly discover how much we have to say. I commend teachers who foster this exploration and who encourage young people to find their voices as writers. Check out the awesome film Freedom Writers.

]]> Comment on Letting go by Elizabeth http://www.teachthemhowtofish.com/2009/09/letting-go/comment-page-1/#comment-8 Elizabeth Mon, 28 Sep 2009 22:18:19 +0000 http://www.teachthemhowtofish.com/?p=11#comment-8 Dear Nancy, Bravo!!! Again and again and again. It is hard to let go of our young ones. My birthday season is here: one turning twenty, another seventeen, the "little" one, eleven. I remember yours in a stroller; last time I saw him he was behind an electric guitar (and thriving). Dear Nancy,

Bravo!!! Again and again and again.

It is hard to let go of our young ones. My birthday season is here: one turning twenty, another seventeen, the “little” one, eleven.

I remember yours in a stroller; last time I saw him he was behind an electric guitar (and thriving).

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