Week 8 Comments and Feedback

The comments and criticism I have received on my blog posts are very helpful. Up until this blog post I hadn't taken much time to look at the feedback I was getting but now I see that these comments are very helpful. I have gotten feedback on the way I write and how I can improve it as well as feedback on what I am doing well and how I should continue to do that in future work.

I feel like the feedback I am giving my classmates is constructive feedback as well. When I read amazing content, instead of saying "That was good!" I'll say "Here is what I loved about ___." I think that this provides constructive feedback in the way that it is specific. They know exactly what I think they are doing well so they can continue to do that in future projects.

I am also very interested in reading other people's blogs and storybook projects. For example, this past week i had the opportunity to read one of my classmates Cate's storybook. It was one of the most interesting things I had ever read and I loved being able to let her know directly what I liked about it. This class is great about promoting collaboration between classmates and through this open collaboration I have been able to improve my writing.

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The Tale of the Three Little Pigs Reading Notes part A

Three Little Pigs There once were three little pigs who were sent out by their mom to make their own fortune. So the first pig went out on his journey to find materials to build a home with. He stumbled upon a man who was selling bundles of straw. The pig thought to himself, what a great material to build a home with! So he took the straw and began construction on his new home. He had finished building his house and he was content with what he made when a big bad wolf came by. He saw the pig inside of his home and he told the pig to let him in his house, the pig denied him access so the wolf huffed and he puffed and he blew the pigs house down. He then devoured the poor little pig. The next pig went on his journey to build his home when he came to a man selling bundles of sticks. He thought to himself, what great materials to build my home with! So he took the bundle of sticks and began construction on his house. He had finished building his house and he was content with w...

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Reading Notes Part B "Deaths Messengers"

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