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  Driving in Silence How do you approach an apparition? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett From our safe seats We gaze at the grandeur of the empire Driving in silence Generation in Generation out My YouTube Music Station:   https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrxQKZRnAka3dliF7lp1-Ow Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  To support my art, feel free to  become a subscribed member via Patreon donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws . Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without the sponsor's written permission is prohibited.
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iPAD & ANDROID APPS and Blooms

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Part of a 21st Century Teacher's mission is to relate innovative technology with their teaching practices. Perhaps the most commonly accepted teaching and learning pedagogical methodology is the Blooms' Taxonomy. Blooms has been revised in the digital era.

Across the world, many educators have made considerable efforts to related Blooms with online learning, web 2.0, 3.0, and industrial revolution 4.0.

Blooms and Moodle


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Blooms and Web 2.0 to 3.0


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Blooms and Industrial Revolution 4.0

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Educators across the world can adapt new technologies and adapt teaching and learning practices through what is a globally connected effort to be relevant and effective. 

Can schools - more importantly can Educational Jurisdictions keep up with societal change?
Can Bloom's keep up?










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