Part 1: Graphic Organizer -For this assignment, research five different forms of technology that can be used in the classroom to support learning during instruction and home/school connections. Create a graphic organizer to include:The five forms of technology. Part 2: Reflection- In addition to the graphic organizer, in 250-500 words, summarize, reflect, and include a rationale for the inclusion of technology in classrooms. Additionally, address how technology supports learning for all students in the classroom and at home. Explain how you will use your findings in your future professional practice.got my hands on a sample will send

All countries have population subgroups that are more vulnerable to health threats than the general population. What are some reasons that vulnerable populations are more sensitive to risk factors than those who are more resilient? Describe what is meant by vulnerable populations and explain strategies you, as the public health nurse, could use to best facilitate the achievement of healthful outcomes in this population?APA FORMALREFERENCES

This week, we continue analyzing poetry, but instead of one long poem, we have three short poems for analysis. All of them are more recent than anything we’ve read in class so far, and I’ve ordered them from oldest (1923) to newest (1997). This will be a much more freeform analysis. You’ve been answering my prompt questions all term, so this time, I’ll allow you to take the analysis where you want it to go rather than responding to particular questions from me.For each of the three poems, simply write a short paragraph presenting your analysis of it that addresses the literal level (summary), the inferential level (interpretation of specific lines from the poem), and evaluative level (the bigger-picture meaning). I’ve included the text of each poem below so that you don’t have to leave Blackboard at all for anything. As I’ve noted before, DO NOT Google information on these poems. Multiple interpretations are possible, and there are no wrong answers as long as your ideas are well supported. I haven’t even provided the names of the authors for these poems because I don’t want you to be influenced by anything other than the text itself. I’ll reveal the authors at the end of the week. Good luck!“Nothing Gold Can Stay” (1923)Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.“Theme for English B” (1949)The instructor said,Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true.I wonder if it’s that simple?I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem, through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator up to my room, sit down, and write this page:It’s not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I’m whatI feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you.hear you, hear me—we two—you, me, talk on this page. (I hear New York, too.) Me—who?Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life. I like a pipe for a Christmas present,or records—Bessie, bop, or Bach.I guess being colored doesn’t make me not likethe same things other folks like who are other races. So will my page be colored that I write? Being me, it will not be white.But it will bea part of you, instructor.You are white—yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.That’s American.Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me. Nor do I often want to be a part of you.But we are, that’s true!As I learn from you,I guess you learn from me—although you’re older—and white—and somewhat more free.This is my page for English B.“Close My Eyes” (1997)I was wayward childWith the weight of the worldThat I held deep insideLife was a winding roadAnd I learned many thingsLittle ones shouldn't knowBut I closed my eyesSteadied my feet on the groundRaised my head to the skyAnd though time's rolled byStill feel like that childAs I look at the moonMaybe I grew upA little too soonFunny how one can learnTo grow numb to the madnessAnd block it awayI left the worst unsaidLet it all dissipateAnd I try to forgetAs I closed my eyesSteadied my feet on the groundRaised my head to the skyAnd the time rolled byStill feel like a childAs I look at the moonMaybe I grew upA little too soonNearing the edgeOblivious I almostFell right overA part of meWill never be quite ableTo feel stableThat woman-child falling insideWas on the verge of fadingThankfully IWoke up in timeGuardian angel ISail away on an oceanWith you by my sideOrange clouds roll byThey burn into your imageAnd you're still aliveAs I close my eyesSteady my feet on the groundRaise my head to the skyAnd though time rolls byStill feel like a childAs I look at the moonMaybe I grew upA little too soon