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Memory as a way of knowing - Reflection

Recently in TOK we have been teaching each other about the Ways of Knowing (WOKs). These  include, but are not limited to: language, emotion, sense perception, and memory. My goal was to create a 90 minute semi-lesson for the class on the topic of memory. Our work can be seenhere. Overall, our presentation went well. First, our discussion on the human memory flowchart seemed to go well. We had a lot of participants that added dialogue to the project, even though the topic was fairly complicated. Kourtney’s explanation was very good and made the topic accessible for most of the class. Next, when we went over some theories of memory stretching from the multi store model to memory storage. We spent a normal amount of time on them, it was an overall good discussion once Brewer got involved with Schema theory. The topics were very straightforward and students had the ability to speak their minds freely. Next, our telephone game worked wonders. It was humorous (since Leyna messed up),…
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This I Believe - Hayden Harper

I believe in listening to others. Doing so helps me succeed at times but can also show unsuccessful results if I do it poorly.

I figured out why when my grandmother tried to teach me how to paint.

My grandmother is from Heard County, Georgia and currently lives on a farm on the edge of Franklin, Georgia. She was always drawing or doing something artistic, there was not much else to do in her town at the time. She graduated high school and went to college but dropped out and got married. Her and her husband (my grandfather) bought a bakery and ran it for years before the marriage fell apart and they got divorced. My grandmother later got married and went back to school to become an English teacher, which she would work as at Ephesus Middle School for the rest of her adult life. Every Friday my grandmother picked me up from school and took me to her house where she and my step grandfather would watch me over the weekend.

One Saturday afternoon when I was around 11, my grandmother brough…