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Useful Habits to Cultivate. . .

 

Bascom Hall at my alma mater, the University of Wisconsin-Madison.

 

It's almost the start of the fall semester, and the work updating my online course pages is just about finished.  In my planned weekly communications to students -- guidelines really -- I include a header with the following information to help them do well (or at least better) in their coursework:

 

Success in the Course = Proactive Engagement + Self-Awareness + Attention to Detail + Collaboration + Timely and Frequent Communication with Your Student Learning Team + Careful Planning + Organization + Problem-solving + Time Management + Consistency + Ownership + On-time Submission of Assignments and Projects.

 

It strikes me that these sorts of personal habits might also have broader application to success in life off campus and following graduation.

-- Heinz-Ulrich 

 

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  1. Good guidelines for faculty members as well, with a few minor changes:

    Success in the Course = Proactive Engagement + Self-Awareness + Attention to Detail + Collaboration + Effective Communication with Your Students + Careful Planning + Organization + Problem-solving + Time Management + Consistency + Ownership + On-time Reading of Assignments and Projects.

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  2. Yes! It is, of course, a two-way street. Thank you for reminding me, Old School.

    Best Regards,

    H-U

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  3. Heinz-Ulrich,
    Those of us, like you and me, who take our teaching responsibilities seriously, occasionally forget that that is not true for all members of our profession, which, in that respect, is no different from other professions such as medicine and law.
    Best,
    Old School

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