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Edmodo Facilitates Inspiration Across Borders

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Today, I received a post from Ms. Nicholson, a teacher in Canada with whom I am connected via Edmodo. I’m sharing it with you because it made my day. Enjoy!

Her comment reads:

Our class was inspired by yours. Here is our work put together:

Where I’m From Identity Portraits : The video

The students in Mrs. Nicholson’s class are going to post their poems below. We welcome your comments and feedback. Let us know if you would like to replicate this project with your students. We could create a global gallery.

18 Comments to

“Edmodo Facilitates Inspiration Across Borders”

  1. September 24th, 2013 at 11:17 AM      Reply Mackezie Says:

    Where I’m from
    I’m from rosy cheeks,
    And numb toes.
    From balaclava’s, and wipeouts.

    I’m from practice makes perfect,
    From sire limbs,
    And feeling like a noodle.

    I’m from sand in my hair,
    From little eyes watching me wherever I go.
    From cuts and eyes stinging,
    Like there’s no tomorrow.

    I’m from walking like an elephant,
    And muddy feet,
    From dust bunnies,
    And Lysol smelling hands.

    I’m from having a sand dune
    In my shoe.
    From sitting on air,
    And letting nothing nor no one
    Past me.

    From cheering so loud you can’t speak,
    From face paint,
    And rink dogs.

    I’m from a good plate of chilchya and smonfatt,
    From farmer sausage,
    And perogies.

    I’m from if you fall down,
    You get right back up.
    I’m from knowing you’re not alone.

    I’m from being committed to something
    You love.
    From never saying “I can’t”

  2. September 24th, 2013 at 11:23 AM      Reply Ashton Dueck Says:

    Where I’m From
    I’m from red clay stains
    A sweat covered forehead
    And the crack of the bat

    I’m from glistening snow,
    And never ending goose bumps

    I’m from the feeling of falling,
    Only to be caught again by my own two hands

    I’m from pointless conversations
    Jabbering on
    Just for the sake of saying something

    I’m from high expectations
    And even higher standards of my own

    I’m from hold on and hurry up
    Be quiet and say something

    I’m from the climbing tree
    Gasping for air
    And the struggle for any to seem to enter my lungs

    I’m from please say grace
    An old wooden cross
    And lighting the candles

    I’m from a big plate of pasta
    Saskatoon pie for any reason we can think of to make it

    I’m from peeling paint
    Rotten wood
    And furry little guests we wish would leave

    I’m from sticky raspberry juice splattered all over my face
    Muddy feet
    And wind-blown hair

    I’m from complete boredom
    And sleepless nights thinking about what the next day has to come

    I’m from the good and the bad
    The rocky and the smooth
    And all the memories that are to come

  3. September 24th, 2013 at 11:23 AM      Reply Declan Says:

    I am from fun times in the summer to thinking how fast those leafs fell this year to the snow coming and going in a blink of a eye to the puddles that get you dirty when you get near them

    From takeing a huge jump and bailing my bike and cracking the frame to the last period of a hockey for the gold medal being hitb into the goal post and having to forfit the game

    Catching a 33 inch catfish and a thunderstorm well my desmond and Wyatt where camping in the tent from hats to hunting to going homa and playing ps3

    I am from those times

  4. September 24th, 2013 at 11:24 AM      Reply Owen Says:

    Where I Am From
    I am from cold snow and hot pavement,
    Shoveling the driveway and cutting the grass,
    I am from loud drums and quiet strings,
    From making the first step count,
    And the takeoff precise,
    I am from a loud house to a quiet house in the blink of an eye,
    I’m from plastic on wheels to,
    Hoops and tall nets,
    Mountain dew, Doritos,
    And an Xbox, then I’m set for the night,

  5. September 24th, 2013 at 11:25 AM      Reply Faith Says:

    Where I’m from
    Where your neighbor is your sixth cousin,
    Where Tim Horton’s represents red and white,
    Where grandma’s has the best food around.

    Where laundry day means
    You do lunges because
    Your clothes are two sizes smaller.

    Where butter makes your bite
    The more savory.

    Where the thunder of a motor,
    The smell of gasoline,
    Means fun with dad.

    where you leave dirt to give flavor,
    where the cold fresh snap,
    of the garden in your back yard.

    Where an hour away is your futer.

  6. September 27th, 2013 at 9:14 AM      Reply Ryan Says:

    Where I from
    I’m from the sound of a buzzer,
    I from cheering,
    I am from a loud ding,
    I from skates scratching the ice
    I’m from the sound of sticks dropping
    I am from the sound of a black rubber thing hitting the ice,
    I’m from the smell of popcorn,
    I’m from the sound of yelling,
    I’m from working
    I’m from passing,
    From hearing a thing hit the back of a net,
    I’m from shooting.

  7. September 27th, 2013 at 9:15 AM      Reply Colby Says:

    I am from the sound of the buzzer
    From the 1st to the one to end the game
    The sound of the skates gliding across the ice
    And the yelling of the fans and the players yelling for the puck
    And the coldness on the bench and the warmness on the ice
    And players asking the coach where is the other team’s week spot is
    Now a lot more presser on me
    And you have to keep your head up in the corners
    Coach’s yelling at you to keep on practicing at home on the slap shot
    Now my job is done the game is a lot more intense from the bench watching your kid play

  8. September 27th, 2013 at 9:16 AM      Reply Quincy Says:

    I’m from a small town that’s trees smell like the forest.
    I’m from a family of 8.
    I’m from the playful laughter my little nephews.
    I’m from a big yard and a small yard with a lot of trees.
    I’m from the small apple tree on my yard.
    I’m from the old creaking sound coming from the entrance.
    I’m from the joy I’ve had.
    I’m from the stress from my brothers.
    I’m from the clicking sound coming from my bike.
    I’m from the forgiveness I’ve had all these years.
    I’m from the lead coming from my pencil.

  9. September 27th, 2013 at 9:17 AM      Reply Anastasia Says:

    The carrots that were picked, lasted
    For a minute which the horses enjoyed.
    Silent peaceful, all who talked was the soft cool breeze.
    On that bumpy road with loud class mates school felt a week
    Read the book,
    Learn the lines,
    Get to know my father even more.
    Moving on 8 hours away from old life,
    But still have those old memories.
    New house, new school, new country new everything.
    I started out with a pencil and paper
    And then created something new.

  10. September 27th, 2013 at 9:23 AM      Reply Amelia Says:

    I am from burning marshmallows
    Making me laugh
    The coziness of a fire

    I am from
    Reading on rainy days
    On the couch, zoning out the world around me

    I am from
    Jumping in the leaves
    Wrecking what you just made
    Laughing as you fall in

    I am from
    Meeting new people from all across the USA and Canada

  11. September 27th, 2013 at 9:26 AM      Reply Kelton Says:

    The farm
    Big machines
    Loud noses all around
    Hauling bails
    Driving combines
    Moving tractors
    Hunching up the bailer

    Feeding the cows
    Giving the horses water to drink

    Great times
    Playing with the dogs and cats
    Also with my sisters

  12. September 27th, 2013 at 9:27 AM      Reply Reese Says:

    I’m from expression
    believing and dreaming
    highs and lows

    I’m from good ideas
    inventions and writing
    teaching and exceeding
    and feeling as though I just won a million bucks

    I’m from standing on main stage
    having jitters go through my body
    so that my knees almost buckle

    I come from deep down inside the heart…

  13. September 27th, 2013 at 9:28 AM      Reply Shaun Says:

    I’m from the Horndean dam
    Witch flows fresh cold water
    From the mistakes and risks
    I’m from cold hard swords
    Struggling with each swing
    I’m from the army of God
    Battling strong with my faith

  14. September 27th, 2013 at 9:30 AM      Reply Keira Says:

    I’m from sore, sweaty feet in tiny pink shoes
    From restlessness and car sickness
    From Dairy Queen and moms sunglasses

    I am from crisp mountain air
    And legends of Ogopogo
    From water front drives
    To snow peaked mountains
    From being shy to loving that
    I am related to these crazy people

    I am from hiding behind trees
    In the middle of the night
    From popcorn nose cannons and
    Saying “Just don’t tell the parents!”

    I went from cradling them in my arms
    To getting my butt kicked
    At Lego Star Wars

    I’m from “Broadway shows” in the kitchen
    And dancing around the table
    From banana medicine and lifesaver popsicles

    I am from opinions and debates
    From no one listening
    To being able to tell them “I told you so!”

    I am from photo albums and home videos
    From living in the moment to dreaming of tomorrow

  15. September 27th, 2013 at 9:30 AM      Reply Matthew Says:

    I am from a small town at the end of the road,
    I am from the hockey rink where there are highs and lows,
    I am from the goalie the section in a hockey store,
    I am from the buttons take could shoot you high to the buttons that could make you
    crash in a blink of an eye,
    I am from the “conk” of a golf hitting the water after a drop of the cliff,
    I am from having gold fever in the Klondike.
    I am from the sweeping current pushing you over while reeling in the big fish,
    I am from the chills of the water,
    I am from getting a furry welcome from a champ.

  16. September 27th, 2013 at 9:32 AM      Reply Colton Says:

    I am from cuts concussions,
    Bruises broken bones,
    Skates sticks
    I am from,
    The ball dropping in the perfectly rounded hole,
    From hole out to chip INS,
    I am from
    The puck going in the freshly painted cherry colored net,
    From bar downs to post outs,
    I am from ribs loaded with BBQ sauce fresh of the traeger,
    From back yard BBQs to late night camp fires,
    I am from a place I call home

  17. September 27th, 2013 at 9:34 AM      Reply Desmond Says:

    I am from rocks
    Sliding down the ice
    Hard is yelled every second
    And it lands it in the button

    I am from farming
    Where grain trucks come rolling in
    Up goes the truck box with oats
    Can’t see it’s so dusty
    And itchy

    I am from golf
    Where I hit it and
    You hear a splash
    Cause I am not very good
    A swing and a splash

    I am from monkey costumes
    Overheated but fun
    Got a little bit of a/c that didn’t really help
    Lots of hugs from adults to kids

    I am from tennis
    Where the ball is so bright
    And seems to go through my racket
    I take a swing and a miss
    Like always

    I am from ATV’s
    Behind my sister always
    Dust flying everywhere
    And rocks are flying at me
    Thumb gets really cramped at the end

    I am from biking
    Where some days it’s hard to go
    So much creaking
    Yet I love the bike
    It’s a Norco but Dante drove it and broke it

    I am from gaming
    Oh no my partner is down
    I have to go and revive him
    I’m taking some shots
    But chuck a grenade and all go flying

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