For school, I had to get an Edmodo account (go check it out, it’s a pretty cool teacher resource) and in my personal profile I had a section to explain how I like to learn. Visual, listening or hands-on
I looked around my room, saw the (annoyingly) napkins tapped to my walls, the pictures I’d taken of things that had inspired me and the words, the endless words written on my arm. I thought to myself, ‘You know what, I think I’m a visual.’
My year six teacher found that out one day.
We had to do a project every term about a set subject, every afternoon we’d fan out across the building and about five of us would be in our classroom.
I had a table to myself, a laptop in one corner, connected to headphones that were playing music, and many sheets of paper surrounding me. It was the plan that I would create an interactive and completely fictitious workshop about a news reporter sent back in time to investigate five different cyclones to better prepare the future for a massive cyclone that was about to wipe Australia off the map. I even had a badge.
There were scripts, mindless drawings of what the character I would portray would look like, how I was going to recreate the cyclone, where I was going to film it, who I’d had to get to help me film it.
I was so engrossed in my work (a habit of mine) that I didn’t notice my teacher walk up behind me, pull out a chair and start watching my work. She had witnessed the end product of my ramblings for a homework task but, as I found out later, thought it completely amazing how I worked. She ended up not moving for the remaining hour of our session.
Yeah, I can see now why I’m a visual. I hope you can too. Here’s evidence of my mad ramblings on my hands and arms.
I was trying to figure out the lyrics to a song that I had taken the beat from for my music cat. That’s my hand, by the way