What is it?
The Individualized Learning Project (ILP) is a technology based implementation experiment centered on the educational classroom. Essentially, the task is to research an unfamiliar technological tool, and design a lesson, or lessons, based around using it to enhance students learning. The technology should be able to focus on a specific academic discipline and produce measurable results. To review my full reflection on the experience, please follow the link provided below.
MY ILP: Creating Digital Diction with Animoto
I had just finished a lesson on diction and for a written assignment had tasked the students with creating 55 word stories. The hopeful goal was that when students were limited to 55 words, then they would be sure to make those words as meaningful as possible. The assignment was a great success and was finalized with a short award ceremony wherein the best stories were recognized and read out loud to the class.
Before the day was through, I had multiple students come to me and ask, “What should we do with these?” They wanted some kind of artifact or tangible celebration of the stories that they had crafted. A classroom memento of the experience. I assured them that we would certainly do something. Already on the hunt for new technology to implement for my ILP, I decided to refine my search. I wanted something which could enhance these short short stories as both a product, and a learning tool. That's when I discovered Animoto.
Animoto is a program that allows students to combine their narratives with audio/visual media in order to create a form of digital story. This program allowed me not only to provide the students with an artifact of their success, but to extend our conversation into the realm of new media. Keeping in line with the concept of diction, we worked together to define what it meant to choose the "right" audio/visual components in order to enhance the theme of their stories. It worked beautifully! To learn more about Animoto, click the links below. Scroll down further to see student examples.
Before the day was through, I had multiple students come to me and ask, “What should we do with these?” They wanted some kind of artifact or tangible celebration of the stories that they had crafted. A classroom memento of the experience. I assured them that we would certainly do something. Already on the hunt for new technology to implement for my ILP, I decided to refine my search. I wanted something which could enhance these short short stories as both a product, and a learning tool. That's when I discovered Animoto.
Animoto is a program that allows students to combine their narratives with audio/visual media in order to create a form of digital story. This program allowed me not only to provide the students with an artifact of their success, but to extend our conversation into the realm of new media. Keeping in line with the concept of diction, we worked together to define what it meant to choose the "right" audio/visual components in order to enhance the theme of their stories. It worked beautifully! To learn more about Animoto, click the links below. Scroll down further to see student examples.
Student Work Samples
Henry Cheng
Longing Regret
Mid-autumn, the various trees are freeing their leaves. Mr. Rose hunches over his chair, speaking with his wife, grasping a picture.
“Oh, how today is wonderful. Wouldn’t you agree dear?”
The air is dead, lacking an answer to his question. Eternally alluring, evermore remembered, she’s only a frame, and he is to blame.
Longing Regret
Mid-autumn, the various trees are freeing their leaves. Mr. Rose hunches over his chair, speaking with his wife, grasping a picture.
“Oh, how today is wonderful. Wouldn’t you agree dear?”
The air is dead, lacking an answer to his question. Eternally alluring, evermore remembered, she’s only a frame, and he is to blame.
Jessica Pierce
Abandoned
My bloodshot eyes spring open. What’s happened? How long have I been out? How many days have passed? How many years! Stranded here on my own! Frantically searching for something recognizable, I notice something peculiar. A whiteboard? Textbooks? It becomes clear, and I panic. A distant bell rings. I’m late for my next class!
Abandoned
My bloodshot eyes spring open. What’s happened? How long have I been out? How many days have passed? How many years! Stranded here on my own! Frantically searching for something recognizable, I notice something peculiar. A whiteboard? Textbooks? It becomes clear, and I panic. A distant bell rings. I’m late for my next class!
Dylan Rice
The New Neighbors
The Browns were fugitives of the law, they got fake ids and changed there names, and moved to a small farming town in Iowa. The Townsfolk knew that they were different, they just didn't know why. In the end, there was nobody around to wonder, and they were on the lam again.
The New Neighbors
The Browns were fugitives of the law, they got fake ids and changed there names, and moved to a small farming town in Iowa. The Townsfolk knew that they were different, they just didn't know why. In the end, there was nobody around to wonder, and they were on the lam again.
Holly Huber
My Happy Place Is…
Her smile, laugh, and smell. The way her eyes danced when I gave her the flowers that I bought everyday without fail for the past fifty years. It’s been ten years and I haven’t stopped. I look, a lone tear streams down, I gently place the bouquet on the frigid headstone.
My Happy Place Is…
Her smile, laugh, and smell. The way her eyes danced when I gave her the flowers that I bought everyday without fail for the past fifty years. It’s been ten years and I haven’t stopped. I look, a lone tear streams down, I gently place the bouquet on the frigid headstone.
Kolby Hoover
Misunderstood Monster
I would sprint down the street, but he would stay right behind. He was like my shadow, except alive. I would tell him to leave me alone, but he wouldn’t listen to my tone. “Stop” I’d say, I didn’t want to play, but he, my brother didn’t care what I’d say.
Misunderstood Monster
I would sprint down the street, but he would stay right behind. He was like my shadow, except alive. I would tell him to leave me alone, but he wouldn’t listen to my tone. “Stop” I’d say, I didn’t want to play, but he, my brother didn’t care what I’d say.
Marleena Romanoff
Just Another Day at the Zoo
Have you ever gone to the zoo and fallen into the tiger cage and then been raised by the wise tiger mothers and learned all the tiger ways and spoke the intellectual tiger language? Yeah me neither. But you would never know until you ask. Everyone has secrets.
Just Another Day at the Zoo
Have you ever gone to the zoo and fallen into the tiger cage and then been raised by the wise tiger mothers and learned all the tiger ways and spoke the intellectual tiger language? Yeah me neither. But you would never know until you ask. Everyone has secrets.