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Research Journal #4: Getting to The End Product

I think I have improved my project a lot, but it still feels like I should be doing more. I always feel this way when I'm turning in an assignment. Probably because I should be doing something more. I just can't figure out what that is though, so I guess that means I'm finished. The final product looks a lot better than the rough draft so I guess that's also a good sign.

I got great feedback, which helped a lot. The feedback was honest and truthful, but it wasn't rude which is something I'm not used to. I remember getting my essays edited in high school, and they would come back covered in red pen with stuff I should be improving. I remember one time, my paper was so bad that the girl had to get a blank piece of paper to make suggestions. This time though, the suggested edits were awesome suggestions, and they really helped improve my UGP.

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  1. Mudita, I just tried to post this comment, and your blog ate it. Aaaaah! Let me try again:

    Sounds like your writing group rocked it and that you remained true to your charter. Way to go!

    If you're still wondering about how you might polish things up even further than you already have on your UGP as a whole, take a look at the scoring guide I posted in our UGP folder. Are there areas in your UGP that you'd like to spiff up as you put on the final touches? Here's the link:

    https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iZa0FfRQDcGQLTZ83BB3kOtoklJdnHkqdF2LGrfSl6s/edit

    (Also, feel free to give me any feedback about the scoring guide itself!)

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  2. So I just wanted to say something about your last comment, I've worked with a bunch of different ages and writing abilities and I have found that if you teach people how to edit with etiquette, it makes a huge difference for the entire class! This is the kind of thing that can make a huge difference for everyone in your class and its something that our generation of teachers can do to make a difference.

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