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Week 8 Comments and Feedback

Feedback in: Overall, the feedback I have received has been positive. The longer constructive comments on the projects seem to be more helpful than the shorter, more social comments on the weekly stories.

Feeback out: I also feel like the best comments I give are on the projects. It is much easier to give constructive feedback on a long-term project than it is a weekly story. You get to see what suggestions people have taken and watch their projects change and grow.

Blog comments: I really like the blog comments and how they make an online class a little more personal. It is so hard to get to know your classmates by staring at a computer screen. I fancy myself pretty "old-school" when it comes to social interaction - I prefer face-to-face interaction rather than digital. Which is probably due to the fact that it is hard to get the whole scope of someone's personality solely based on their online presence. I like the introduction posts and the continued interaction with a new person's introduction through the weeks. I like my introduction as well, I feel like I was able to capture my personality well through my post.

Looking forward: I want to work on the way I word my feedback. I always worry that I sound condescending when it is not at all my intent. I also want to work on articulating my suggestions in a way that is more accessible. Right now I feel like I am using what I call "English major speak" to describe some of my suggestions. While that may be fine for someone who has taken several writing courses focused on peer workshopping; but for other people, it may not be as helpful. That is why I want to work on it.

Image: I like this kitty cat image because it is an important reminder that if the same thing keeps coming up in your comments it is worth looking at and revising. If multiple people or the same person multiple times is noticing something it probably deserves attention.

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