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teachingtotranslate · 2 years

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Reflections on Children, Education, Schools, & Teaching.

Questions from Working in the Reggio Way by Julianne P. Wurm

Who is a child?

A child is someone who is new to the world yet knows their place in it. A child knows they belong in the world. They have presence and identity. Yet, they don’t have the tools to fully communicate and express themselves. A child is a gift, a wonder, a human who has to be developed and protected.A child is a being with innate wisdom and knowledge waiting to be brought to life.

What is childhood?

Childhood is a time for exploration, discovery, and love. In the childhood years, children are able to see the world for what is while constantly dreaming of what the world could be. Childhood is a time of possibility. In childhood, we have the ability to give children the tools to be everything they want to be. Childhood is time to learn how to communicate, express, live, create. Childhood is a time for discernment. Children are learning through adults what safety, comfort, love, relationships, peace, stability, feel like, look like, sound like.

How do we learn?

We learn through experience, observation, creating, and using our senses. We learn by imitating others while trying new things for ourselves. We learn through trial and error.

How do children learn?

Children learn by watching and imitating the adults and other children around them. Children’s learning is experimental and intentional guided by their whims & desires. Children seem to know what they need to learn and find ways to communicate for themselves. Children learn through play, exploration, discovery, and using trial & error to test out their own hypotheses.

What’s the meaning of to educate?

To educate is to draw forth the potentials and possibilities of the people entrusted into our care. Educating is take caring through commitment & dedication that is intentionally modeled. To educate is to follow the interest of those learning to pull out the growth that exists in our everyday experiences.

What’s the relationship between teaching and learning?

Teaching makes learning more accessible and engaging. Teaching is directed learning that aims to serve a purpose or reach a goal. Teaching is important for learning because it helps learners reach their dreams. Teaching meets learning where it’s at. Teaching is creating the environment and situations for learning to be maximized.

What’s the relationship between theory and practice?

Theory and practice are intertwined. Theory is important for education to be progressive and continue to provide optimal care, especially when it comes to young children. Practice is needed to develop results, test hypotheses and gather evidence and observations from the learning process. As read theory and practice, we gather research that allows to provide better educational opportunities.

What is the role of school in society?

Schools are the places & spaces that contain the environments for learning. Schools are places where intentions learning happens and helps children & adults meet their developmental goals. Schools serve as community hubs that present opportunities and resources for learning to happen and teaching to be developed. There are safe places and sanctuaries for those in need making education available to the community.

What is the relationship between school and research? And what is the relationship between schools for young children and research?

Schools contain research through the day-to-day activities that happen. Research is conducted as teaching and learning happens in a reciprocal nature. The learning informs how the teaching needs to develop. The results develop hypotheses and further investigations. Schools for young children provide research continuously. Research can develop more fast-based and hypotheses can be more quickly experimented.

What is the relationship between school and education?

Schools make education available and possible for all. Schools should make resources available for everyone to maximize their potentials.

#teaching #young children #education #children #toddler teacher #schools #reggio #reggio emilia

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puppetmaster13u · 24 days

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Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed.

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring.

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long.

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies.

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach.

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar.

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say?

#Danny Phantom #Prompts #Fright Knight #Shadow Core Fright Knight #Space Core Danny #Very fae-elf vibes for FK’s human-ish form #POV you’re an Amity Parker & this Tank of a man (being?) appears & grabs the ghost & scolds them like a child #Yes this includes Phantom #FK: Where is your caretaker ghostling?#Phantom (ready to fight & very wrong-footed now): My what #FK:#FK: oh no Sir Yaya was right this ghostling is newly formed-#Ghost Hunters: *Shooting*#FK with an armful of ghostlings: Were it not for the presence of literal infants I would kill you where you stand &#trap you in your worst nightmare for eternity while your body decays around you #Let FK have glowy tattoos i beg of thee #FK returning to the Zone to find another toddler (Vlad) that also formed Outside & also sickly at the Keep: I am going to scream #Accidental Dad Knight #More like the preschool teacher gathering up everyone from a field trip lol #Nightmare has bags on her side to carry the ghostlings in but several won't let go of FK now that they've been shot at again #Kerian “Rian” Fright Knighte: *So close to fighting the humans even with the Rules*

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dspd · 5 months

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daycare au where Jon decides to become a daycare teacher because of the daycare teacher who helped him process his father's, and his mother's death in the cold care of his stern grandmother, but he's got social anxiety and a touch of the 'tism and - according to his field supervisor - doesn't know how to relate very well to other people and needs to learn how to be more polite.

Anyway, on his first day, he finds out he's not just a new employee but head teacher for the cactus room. Thankfully, he already knows two of his new co-teachers, who graduated from the same prep program a couple years ahead of him. Thankfully, Sasha and Tim were transferred from other classrooms and have a bit of experience.

The last co-teacher, though.

If it weren't for the certifications in Martin's file that he's triple checked, he'd think the guy has even less experience than him. In the first hour alone, the useless ass ruined snack time, music time, and tripped into the little fish pond at the edge of the playground.

So ensues Jon practicing communication techniques with tiny humans, dealing with snotty crying toddlers, figuring out how to make shift schedules, and learning that parents are fifty times worse than the kids...

...and somehow falling in love with one Martin K. Blackwood who's neverending positivity, bottomless spill-proof tea mug, and morning person energy both annoy and impress him.

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And maybe everyone else in the classroom ships it so Tim and Sasha conspire with 4 year old Amy Patel when she was in her "everyone needs to get married and have babies" phase while her mommy was pregnant with her little brother, ending up with everyone agreeing that the kids need to practice throwing the rice and Tim and Sasha are the only ones tall enough to hold the handmade flower arch up so Jon and Martin have to be the ones to get married which ends with Martin turning a frankly embarrassing shade of magenta pink and while Jon determinedly stares at the bridge of Martin's nose to please the kids who have worked their way into his heart while trying to pretend he didn't have a scarily similar dream a couple months ago.

#jonmartin #grumpy daycare worker aus are the best feel good #i just want jonmartin with toddlers who ship their two teachers together #tma #the magnus archives

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amarriageoftrueminds · 16 days

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fucked-up fic idea:

Y'know that one hannigram time travel au where they both travelled so far back in time that Will woke up as a 10 year old and Hannibal was able to rescue Mischa??

Well what if: A) Hannibal was much younger when Mischa died (more like 12), and B) they had the same age-difference as Mads and Hugh?

That would mean Will waking up, potentially, trapped in his infant body rather than his child body?? and being stuck that way for years until he can grow up again? 😬 And what if Hannibal knew that would probably happen, but did it anyway??

#hannibal nbc #hannigram #murder husbands #ficbunny #au idea #hannibunny #amotm this is my design #dat's me #meta: hannibal #you can't kill the meta #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannibal & will's terrible adventure #how do I tag this?? body horror? is it body horror? age dysmorphia??#I'm not stoned I swear #like I just thought what a mind-bending fic that would make #the logistics of will having to handle that #being SO UTTERLY FURIOUS with hannibal for doing it to him/them when he catches him #[ cue scene of 8 year old will trying to strangle 18 year old hannibal who is beaming at how adorable he is ]#day care providers and teachers being like 'this child is either gifted or possessed'#will being like 'this is a living nightmare'#but also 'pls don't trap me in a room full of toddlers for multiple hours 5 days a week I can't stand noise'#knowing him he'd probably turn it into some kind of Hard Candy AU #I can see de-ageing not being a problem for hannibal #because being with mischa again would make the time fly #and also he would see it as getting to spend his WHOLE life with will this time #and also probably he would be killing SO MANY child predators y'all #SO MANY

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tatsumi-rin · 2 months

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Moral Orel doesn't seem 100% like a show I'd feel seen in if you don't know me but then I remember the episode with the special ed kids and underneath the usual satire on extremist bible belt religion it reminds me WAY too much of how actual special ed departments treated me and other kids growing up.

Like the writers must HAVE BEEN THERE IN LIFE, man. I'd kill to sit down with Dino Stamatopoulos and find out what the fuck inspired him and the other writing staff that day.

#husbandothings #moral orel #bonus fun tag rant? bonus fun tag rant...apparently #in those departments you are immediately written off as a tragic forever toddler by at least 50% of the staff regardless of your disability #there's good ones but the bad ones bring the fun spicy trauma #it doesn't matter how smart you actually are you gotta draw the sad face on that boy on the comic sans worksheet at the age of 15 #in your free lesson spaces that you got because of reasons #if someone tells me they're a teaching assistant or have “qualifications” in autism and special needs development i immediately distrust #because I have never met a neurotypical person with those qualifications who knows how to treat kids like humans especially autistic kids #funniest part? I was mostly in the special ed department because of my hearing and not totally my undiagnosed autism #and a little because of wonky emotional development from get this...a freaking religious school #like i see adults in the show and i see the headteacher who tried to tell my parents i should forgive the bullies because jesus would #even though the truth is way more nuanced but he just wanted to wash his hands of it #it's funnier than it should be because that teacher would fit right in to this show for that and additional reasons I won't state here #my family were atheists but thought the school would be good #the weird thing is at that time as a little kid I liked the idea of believing in god but nothing that happened proved Him to me #and moral orel hits because it resonates with the fact i genuinely believe religion can do good and it's all about the people #the ones who want to use that faith for good in the world and surviving rough crap and not to do things that would make jesus flip tables #that has stuck with me for over a decade as has the people who felt the show reinforced their christianity #but anyway

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starry-bi-sky · 1 year

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Debuting Preparations

To avoid confusion, Danny will be referred to as ‘Danny’ rather than Thomas. This is a little snippet I thought of for my ‘Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne au’ (different name pending)

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“How do I look, Boo?” Danny asked, his hands falling away from the tie wrapped around his neck as his eyes dropped to the little two year old next to him.

Bruce grinned toothily at him, raising his arms in a silent demand for uppies that Danny naturally had to follow. “Awesome, daddy!” He yelled, his voice layered with a toddler accent while his small legs hooked around Danny’s waist the moment he had him settled on his hip.

Danny matched his grin tooth-for-tooth, fingers digging into his ribs for a quick tickle as he blew a raspberry into Bruce’s cheek. Bruce squealed with laughter, and Danny dipped them both, laughing as he straightened up and Bruce tried to wriggle out of his arms.

“Good!” He said, removing the fingers from Bruce’s ribs and twisting to face the floor-length mirror. “We wouldn’t want daddy to look not awesome today, would we?” His cheek pressed against Bruce’s little black curls and Bruce leaned his head against his shoulder.

Bruce shook his head, his cheeks red with laughter. “Nooo.”

“No.” Danny agreed, his ghostly core purring low in content as he planted a kiss on the top of his son’s head. “We would not.”

Ask him three years ago when he was in the prime of his ghost-fighting days if he knew that he’d be living in Wayne Manor with a clone-son under the name Thomas Wayne, and Danny would have straight up just called you crazy. But here he was, in Wayne Manor, under the name Thomas Wayne, with a two year old son on his hip.

Some things are just too good to be true.

(Of course that’s if you ignore all the bullshit that happened along the way that ended with Danny being here.)

Now he was standing in a bedroom that was as big as the lab back home, preparing for his debut as the newly adopted son Thomas Wayne. Anyone who was anyone would be there, his new family seldom threw parties that weren’t charity balls, and even now his debut would have donation boxes for the various programs and charities in Gotham and outside of it.

He was in the nicest three-piece suit that he could afford (which was a lot now that he was part of the Wayne family,) and his normally fluffy black hair was slicked back and styled, showing off the pearl studs that Danny stole from Mrs. Wayne’s jewelry box.

(“Stole” as if Mrs. Wayne “call me Miriam” hadn’t gifted them to him.)

He looked like an entirely different person in the mirror. He didn’t look like runaway teen dad Daniel Fenton, ex-vigilante Phantom.

And that…

That was good. That was so good.

He looked like Thomas Nightingale-turned-Wayne. Still a teen dad, but just a regular one. Not a vigilante, not the son of ghost hunters. Just the adopted son of the very rich and philanthropic Wayne couple. He looked like just Thomas.

He smiled at himself in the mirror, a wriggling feeling of awe thrumming through his chest as he turned his head this way and that, looking for every little reminder of his past afterlife that didn’t take the form of his scars. The pearls glittered in his ears, adding to him an elegance that he didn’t know he possessed.

Danny wondered… if he changed now to Phantom, would he still look the same? Identity was everything to a ghost; who they were and what they present as is all that remains of them after death. It shows the world what the most important aspects of themself was. It shows the world what they thought was important.

If Danny’s changed, does that mean Phantom did too?

A loud series of knocks dragged him out of his introspection. Bruce wriggled out of his arms, and Danny put him down before he could be dropped, and then he faced the door. “Come in!” He called, his nerves igniting under his skin and he folded his hands behind his back in response.

The doorknob twisted, then clicked, and then the door swung open. Alfred Pennyworth, the new butler and predecessor of the old butler, also a Pennyworth, stood stiffly under the frame. “Master Thomas,” he greeted, the picture of butler formality in a suit, “it’s nearly time for you and Master Patrick and Mistress Miriam to leave for your debut gala, the car has been parked out front and is ready to leave when you are ready.”

Danny smiled easily at Alfred, watching Bruce from the corner of his eye as he exclaimed ‘Alfred!’ before darting toward him and latching onto his legs. Alfred’s only been with them for a few weeks and Bruce had warmed up significantly to the young man. Which was saying something because Bruce never warmed up to anyone that wasn’t Danny, or Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.

“Thanks Alfred.” He said, walking over in just a few quick strides, “And please, it’s just Thomas.” He’s been having growth spurts ever since he joined the Wayne household last year and now was edging closer to his dad’s height at a solid over-six-foot. Albeit with none of the muscle, apparently he inherited his mom’s litheness.

Plucking Bruce off of the ground, his son automatically reached for Alfred, and Danny saw the barest of smiles on the corner of Alfred’s mouth as he took Bruce from him. “I’m afraid I will have to continue referring to you as Master Thomas, Master Thomas.“

“One day I’ll convince you.” Danny joked, waiting for Alfred to step out of the doorway before moving down the hallway. “You can’t keep calling me Master Thomas forever!” He’s annoyed stubborner people into doing what he wants before, he’ll wear down Alfred eventually.

“I do believe I can, Master Thomas.” Alfred quipped lightly, adjusting his hold on Bruce so that he was better situated on his hip. Bruce was playing with his tie again, ignoring their conversation in all the ways a two year old can. An easy sort of innocence that Danny never failed to be endeared by.

He pulled on the sleeves of his suit-jacket thoughtlessly, the small silvery cufflinks shimmering from the corner of his eye, trying to demand for Danny’s attention. He knows it got Bruce’s, his son’s head snapping away from Alfred’s tie to watch his wrists. Like a cat watching a laser-pointer.

Danny laughed softly and twisted his wrists slowly, letting the cufflinks glitter under the lights. Bruce’s pupils began to dilate, and the tips of his ears — rounder than Danny’s but pointier than a regular human’s — twitched very slightly.

Bruce held his arms out towards his wrists, leaning out of Alfred’s grasp to grab them. “See—! Let me see!” He demanded, nearly falling out of Alfred’s hold. Alfred’s hand shot out to grab him before he could tumble out of his arms, a look of momentary panic flashing over his face.

“Master Bruce!” He exclaimed, and then he took on a more scolding look. “You have to be careful, you can’t throw yourself out of someone’s arms like that!”

Bruce wriggled with a loud, child-like whine. “I wanna see! Pretty!” He said, then tried reaching for Danny again.

“Please, Boo.” Danny reminded, circling his palm over his chest, but he was already holding his arms out to Bruce to take him. Bruce might be as close to human as he could get with the extra benefits, but he still had some ghostly habits. Being attracted to sudden shiny things was one of them.

“Please.” Bruce repeated, pressing his hand to his chest and making a small circle. It wasn’t a perfect please, but it was the best he could do at two. Danny took him from Alfred and gave him his wrist as he settled him on his side.

Danny ran his fingers through Bruce’s hair and stroked his cheek. Bruce merely played with his cufflinks, pulling on the silver buttons and turning them this way and that to try and catch the light. “Alfred’s right, you can’t lean out like that, Boo. You could get hurt.”

Bruce didn’t look up and didn’t respond, so Danny lightly pinched his cheek. Although ‘pinch’ wouldn’t be the right term for it. He mimicked the pinching gesture and held his cheek, but didn’t actually use any pressure. It was just to get his attention. He lightly shook his cheek, “Did you hear me, Boo? We ask to get down if we want to get down, okay?”

“Okay.” Bruce said, glancing up at him briefly only to look back down at his cufflinks a moment later. With a soft huff Danny dropped his hand and tightened his hold.

“Can we say sorry to Alfred then? It really scared him when you nearly fell.” Scared was an exaggeration, and Danny saw Alfred give him a bemused look from the corner of his eye.

Again, Bruce looked up for only a moment, and this time he looked at Alfred. “Bruce is sorry Alfred.” He said, tiny fingers crunched around Danny’s sleeve. His ‘Alfred’ sounded more like an ‘Al-fed’, and Alfred smiled endearingly even when Bruce dropped his head back down a second later.

Danny huffed low again, shooting Alfred an apologetic smile as he pulled his hand out of Bruce’s little grasp and stroked his hair. “We’re getting there.”

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Its not exactly a fic but its a oneshot so it kinda counts. Lmk if any of yall dont wanna get tagged in any future oneshots or continuations (or if you would but only for specific posts)

Extra note: Bruce’s behavior and dialogue is based off of how i’ve seen actual two year olds act and speak (which can differ based on where they are developmentally and as a two year old. If they’ve recently turned two, they could still be speaking essentially broken english. Then as they get closer to three they start speaking in more complete sentences. I know two little girls who referred to themselves in third person for a while, hence the ‘Bruce is sorry’.) I’m a daycare teacher so I’ve seen a lot of two year olds, so its written to my best abilities while avoiding common ‘child writing stereotypes’.

#dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #danny fenton is thomas wayne au #dtwf au #being a daycare teacher also means that the word ‘daddy’ has been entirely re-sanitized for me #it becomes weird when people make it weird #and im not gonna be uncomfortable when a toddler says ‘daddy’ because jfc thats just what they refer to them as #and im not gonna refer to a toddler’s dad as ‘dad’ when they respond to ‘daddy’ better #danny fenton is not the ghost king #its been a Minute since I last wrote something so apologies if its a little rough lol #i also wrote in my mobile notes app #so there’s that affecting it too

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