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"Wordle" Lesson



 
 
The above picture was actually created by the class during math. We're starting a new unit and the concept is "Decimals and their Uses".

Whenever I begin a new unit (especially in math) I try to ascertain how much my students already know about the content. This guides my starting point for teaching, insuring that I am not wasting their time or mine by teaching them something they already know. Those ideas are best left for a quick review rather than a full-blown lesson.

There are several ways to determine the "pulse" of a class in terms of a certain unit of study; you can have them complete a K-W-L chart (what do I "Know", what do I "Want" to know, and what did I "Learn"?), or you can give them a pretest on the concepts that will be taught and learned. You could have an informal discussion, asking them to talk to you or each other about the topic at hand. Or you could "Wordle".

Wordle is a computer program that generates "word art" like the picture above. It's a fascinating program in that it can be used for a variety of applications. I've used it before both professionally and personally. I recently used it on a personal level and so it was in the forefront of my mind.

On Wednesday, as my students were taking their Math Unit 2 Test, I began thinking about this next unit, "Decimals and Their Uses". The first thing I, as the teacher, needed to know was how much about decimals do my students understand. Then it came to me like wind blowing through the trees: ideas flowed in and out, centered around "Wordle". Ways to utilize the program began swirling in my head, interacting with one another in a dance that finally culminated in a lesson.

Each student was given an index card. They were instructed that they would have 2-3 minutes to jot down everything they knew about decimals. I gave them an example using fractions. Then I posed some questions on the board to help guide their thinking: "What do decimals mean? Are they related to other math concepts? Are there special names associated with decimals? How do we use them? Are there special symbols used for decimals? Can we add, subtract, multiply, and divide with them? What are the numbers after the decimal called? How do we say numbers with decimals in them?"

After the students wrote down what they knew about decimals I had one person tell us one thing they had written. Then I asked those who had also written the same thing to raise their hand. We did this same process for a total of 7 people. While responses were being given I had the "Wordle" program open on my computer (the kids could see it too, on the big screen). I would type the word that was given the same number of times people reported jotting it down. For example, if the word "money" was reported 12 times, I typed it into the program 12 times. What this does is tell the program that this word is important. The more important a word, the "bigger" it appears on the final product.

If you look at the picture produced by "Wordle" above, you can see the different "decimal concepts" and how they are different sizes. The bigger the appearance of a word, the higher the number of students there are that "understand" the word to be a part of the world of decimals. Can you see the really, really tiny word in the "Wordle" above??

It was an interesting way to gain a glimpse of what my students understand about decimals. Not to mention it was a creative and fun way for them to be engaged in the process. Hopefully they will be interested enough to use the program for other things as well. It's quite engaging!

Mr. Casten

Nov. 1, 2013

 

Copyrighted material of Michael C. Casten

 

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