Flipped Learning: Why I believe I would succeed in the new model
Nothing bothered me more in school growing up than when my teachers would spend an entire class period teaching algebraic equations, or the effects of of the East India Trade Company in the Western World, only to go home, start my homework, and realize I remembered practically none of the information spewed at me over the past 8 hours of my life. For me, homework was a nightmare. I would read the instructions and questions repeatedly, each time making less sense than the last because I was reading too deep into it. By the end each question could have been written in another language. I wouldn't have known the difference. My parents help? Forget it! Once I hit 8th grade my parents were useless. They knew less than I did, or at least we were on the same page. I did not have YouTube or Google to look it up. I was alone to fend for myself, hoping it all made sense by the end, after hours of frustration. However, to relax I loved watching documentaries. I could tell you more about the c...