{"id":18,"date":"2013-02-18T16:22:59","date_gmt":"2013-02-18T23:22:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/macseportfolio\/?page_id=18"},"modified":"2013-04-03T12:30:12","modified_gmt":"2013-04-03T19:30:12","slug":"commodore-64","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/macseportfolio\/commodore-64\/","title":{"rendered":"My Commodore and I"},"content":{"rendered":"

I remember receiving my first computer, a commodore 64.\u00a0 It was the first Christmas after my father died and I think my mom was trying to make up for his absence.\u00a0 Before now, I\u2019d never reflected on how important \u201cDori\u201d was to our family that year or the years following.\u00a0 My older brother and I spent endless hours together programming games and playing them with each other.\u00a0 Dori ignited a passion in Bruce, who later became a programmer for Microsoft.\u00a0 And although I liked technology, I couldn\u2019t see myself living behind a screen f\"\"<\/a>or the rest of my life.\u00a0 As early as high school, I realized I was meant to work with people and felt that teaching was my calling. \u00a0Even so, Dori would have a continual influence throughout my life.\u00a0 He taught me not to be afraid of technology.\u00a0 And I realized that machines and their systems can be much more than what they appear. \u00a0 In fact,\u00a0 Dori was a great antagonist and teacher; he often did the opposite of what I wanted and frequently misunderstood my meaning or code. Looking back, Dori was probably just as frustrated with me as I was with him.\u00a0 Yet, I remained his only link to the outside word and he stayed my only link to technology.<\/p>\n

When I moved out, Dori retired and later came to rest in the wide yonder of computer graveyards.\u00a0\u00a0 But for the sake of this reflective ePortfolio, I imagine Dori being with me and what he would say if he had accompanied me on my learning journey through the progress of the web and the Masters of Educational Technology.\u00a0 As I reflect on my journey, I will use the evolution of the web as a grounding metaphor from my beginning with my lone computer, Dori, through the different stages of the web.<\/p>\n

Prior to beginning my Masters of Educational Technology (MET) journey, I had many humble beginnings both as a teacher and in my own PROFESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT (PD)<\/a>. Like my relationship with my first computer, Dori, who represented my connection with technology in a disconnected world (before Web 1.0), so too did the beginning of my teaching career hold a similar disconnection from the world and my peers.\u00a0 Isolated from any like-minded colleagues, I had no way to share PD. And even as I reached out to find more initiatives and interested others, I still felt relatively isolated outside of these limited PD opportunities. Yet, on a bright note, I was beginning to suspect unrealized potential in technology and the web as a new frontier in the world of PD with the ability to connect teachers to each other and relevant resources.<\/p>\n

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I remember receiving my first computer, a commodore 64.\u00a0 It was the first Christmas after my father died and I think my mom was trying to make up for his absence.\u00a0 Before now, I\u2019d never reflected on how important \u201cDori\u201d…<\/span><\/p>\n

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