Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Reflecting #2


           Writing a great deal more than usual and in different genres throughout the semester was challenging for me. I cannot say that I am walking away with a passion for writing but I can say that my eyes have been opened a little wider as to how my students must feel when they are asked to write and how I can better support them in their learning.  This type of knowledge is the kind that you only receive by putting yourself in the position of the students.
I have read countless books and articles about the importance of using mentor texts.  I fully believed in their importance in the classroom.  However, it wasn’t until I was asked to write my own personal narrative that I truly understood the value of a mentor text.  Having an example to refer to and study made all the difference when it came to writing my own piece.
Living with the expectation that I would have to write at some point during the day made me look for things to write about and I always found them.  I believe that if students know they will be expected to write at a given time every day, they will develop that writerly eye.  Then, once I got an idea, I spent time thinking about the different ways I could express that idea through writing.  The more I wrote, the easier it was to find ideas, and put them into writing. When the ten days were over, a part of me was sad that I didn’t get to explore different formats and ideas that I had stored away in my head. The freedom to express myself in different formats and genres was motivating.  I don’t think I would have enjoyed it as much if I were given a topic to write about or a genre to write in every time. “Students who write for purposes and audiences of interest to them are more likely to engage in writing in the first place” (Dudley-Marling & Paugh, 50).
Going through this experience with a class full of teachers also taught me that writing can be challenging for everyone.  I am not the only one that struggles to put ideas to paper.  I truly believe that students need to see that too.  They need to see that it can be challenging for their classmates and even for their teacher sometimes. “Many struggling writers do not seem to understand that writing is often difficult, and sometimes frustrating, for all writers” (Dudley-Marling & Paugh, 35).

Here are some of my takeaways from this semester with a few fun graphics that help describe my thoughts
 
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When you know that you have to write every day, you start looking for things to write about and you find them.


Writing can be challenging for everyone. Students need to know this.  

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After spending two years learning about the importance of mentor texts, having to write in genres I was not accustomed to really drove that point home for me. 

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Sharing your writing can be a bit nerve-racking but it can also be very satisfying. 


Receiving feedback is powerful.  It can make anyone feel successful and motivated to continue writing.


 Occasionally, you write something that you are particularly proud of and you feel pretty darn good about yourself. Every student should get a chance to get this feeling.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Fantasy: The Green Flash



This story may sound strange.  You may not even believe me!  I’m not even sure if I believe it myself and it happened to ME.  I’m going to tell you though and you can decide for yourself what you think.

After one long day of working and learning, my students quickly exited the classroom at the sound of the final bell and went on their way home.  As they left, I started to prepare for the next day.  I went into the closet and took out two bottles of green glitter, a tub of green paint, and a handful of green markers.  I looked around the room to choose a spot to begin.

Tomorrow was St. Patrick’s Day, one of my absolute favorite days of the year.  Every year, I use glitter and paint to decorate my room for my first grade students.  I don’t only decorate though; I make a mess all over the room.  I start out by knocking down books and pencils, replacing student work with funny pictures, and switching desks.  Then, I leave a trail of green glitter and tiny little footprints leading up to all of the chaos. Finally, I write a message to the students from “Sprinkles the Leprechaun”.

Essentially, I frame a leprechaun. 

Well on this very occasion, just as I was putting the finishing touches on the tiny green footprints I heard a voice from behind.  “Ya know those footprints need to be a wee bit smaller lass”.  Started, I turned quickly to face the door, only to find that the door was still closed.  Anxiously, I looked around the room for anyone that may have spoken those words and yet there was no one in sight.  Then, I heard a noise, as if someone was clearing their throat “mmhhmm” just below me.  Slowly, I moved my eyes down to the floor and at my feet there still a tiny green man, in a bright green suit, with a beard as white as snow, and a tiny black stick, looking straight up at me.

I was stunned into silence.  I couldn’t move and I certainly couldn’t speak.  I closed my eyes and then opened them very slowly.  I was half expecting it to have been my brain playing tricks on me.  But when I opened them again there he was, standing there on the ground looking straight up at me.  “Well, aren’t ya going to say somethin?”

“I…I…”

“Cat got yer tongue lass?”

“I just can’t believe it” I said in a whisper.

“Well you better because this room looks nothing like it would if I had come into it. You’ve been giving me a bad name for years and I’m planning to fix that”.

Before I could say another word the little green man was off in a tizzy.  He sped around the room so fast that all I could see was a tiny green flash darting from corner to corner.  In a matter of seconds he was back at my feet and the room was a mess.

“Now this is a room your wee ones will enjoy.”

Then, in a poof of green smoke, the tiny green flash was up the cabinet and out the open window.  As I looked around the room, I saw the absolute disaster that was my classroom.  Papers were scattered throughout the room, pencils, erasers, and markers covered the floor.  

Had I imagined this?  Had a big gust of air come through the open window and blown everything over?  Or, was the most unlikely of events actually true, had a tiny green man really come into my room and done this?

As I went to close the window, I noticed the tiniest specs of green paint on the cabinet leading to the windowsill. Were they…footprints?

Friday, March 15, 2013

Babysitting on a Friday Night

Tonight I had the pleasure of babysitting two wonderful little girls whom I have known since they were very little.  This is how it went down:

At 7:00 p.m. they were like this:
At 8:00 p.m. they were like this:



At 9:00 p.m. they were like this:





At 10:00 p.m. I felt like this:








       And they were STILL like this:


After playing catch with their dog Daisey, a few rounds of Headbands and Apple To Apples, baking cookies, decorating cookies, cleaning the kitchen, and playing the Wii I was exhausted.  Yet they seemed to still be bouncing off the walls looking for the next fun activity for us to do.  I wish I still had that much energy but right now all I want to do is crawl and sleep forever.


Thursday, March 14, 2013

I Believe


Hanging next to the window in my bedroom, in a white frame, outlined in pink, is this quote:



I truly believe in everything listed in this quote.  There are some parts that I take to heart.

  1. I really love the color pink.  One of the walls in my room is pink, my bedspread has pink flowers on it, the background of my computer is pink, and sitting on my dresser is a bouquet of pink gerbera daisies. I believe that this color makes me genuinely happy when I see it.

  1. Who doesn’t want laughing to be the best calorie burner? Come on.

  1. Smiling is an attractive feature for everyone.  Lucky for me I have a classroom full of students that make me smile every day.  (Of course they also make me shoot looks that can stop them in their tracks too, but I try to keep those to a minimum.)  Happy people are just attractive people.  Everyone wants to be around happy people who smile.

  1. Tomorrow IS another day.  Every day that we wake up we have another chance to get things right and to do the things that make us happy. J

  1. Miracles. I believe that truly extraordinary, unexplainable things happen every day. I have another little sign in my room that says, “all you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust” –Peter Pan.  Magical things can happen. 

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Teachers PAY Teachers...??



Over a year ago, as I was carefully looking over the latest educational posts on pinterest, I stumbled across the website www.teacherspayteachers.com.  Ever since that day I have spent countless hours reading and downloading educational materials that REAL teachers are doing in their classrooms.  I cannot begin to tell you the number of downloads I have accumulated from this one site over the past year.

Teachers Pay Teachers brands themselves as an open marketplace for educators where teachers buy, sell, and share original teaching resources. Through this website I have not only found resources but also teachers from around the United States who absolutely inspire me.  I read their short biographies on their website, I visit their blogs frequently, and I am always excited when they share a new free resource.  

Now, I’m not saying that I download and use everything that is available on this site.  There are certainly resources that I have found more useful than others.  Any teacher that uses this site should look at each resource with a critical lens and decide for himself or herself whether or not it would be appropriate for their students. However, I do think it is an amazing resource that all teachers should know is out there!

One day I hope to have enough original ideas and resources to have my own page on this site.  I really hope that if that day ever comes I will inspire a few teachers of my own.  


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Chapter 2: Realistic Fiction Story


As Olivia approached the old wooden bench she took one last deep breath before turning to sit.  For a warm spring night in Virginia, the seat felt fairly cold to her skin as she sat, crossing her right leg over her left.  Sam slowly took the seat next to her.  Originally sitting a bit too close for Olivia’s liking but he slid back a few inches before turning to look up at her.

“Do you remember the first night we found this spot?” Sam asked.  Olivia searched his face to see whether or not he was genuinely unsure if she remembered. It upset her that he could actually think, for even one second, that she didn’t remember that night. If she wanted to she could tell him that he was wearing a navy blue hooded sweatshirt and his white baseball cap turned backwards.  She could tell him that his face had burned slightly from standing in the sun during his lacrosse game.  She could even tell him that she could still picture the exact  smile he gave to her when he finished carving their names into the tree.  

She didn’t tell him that though. 

Sticking with her short but stern replies she simply answered, “I do”.  She could see a flicker of pain in his eyes at her impassive answer but her face remained fixed.  “What about it?” she asked.

Inhaling deeply, he turned away for a moment to look back at the tree.  “When I was carving those letters, I knew that I loved you.  I tried to tell you that night but I couldn’t”.  Sam turned back to look at Olivia’s face as she sat there motionless.  Continuing on, this time with his eyes towards the ground, “I always thought this was it. You and me.  I want you to know that.”  Clearing his throat, he looked up, straight into her eyes this time,  “I want you to know that for a long time every time I passed this tree I thought about that night and how happy you made me”.

Olivia felt her eyes beginning to fill with water.  She quickly battered her eyelashes, holding back the tears she knew would come later and hoping that Sam hadn’t noticed the internal struggle she had just briefly went through.

Finally, she broke her silence. 


Monday, March 11, 2013

Guilty Pleasures...


Tonight I will be indulging in one of my biggest guilty pleasures; The Bachelor.  I have been watching for WEEKS as bachelor Sean has traveled the world as he tries to decide who his future wife will be.  Sean started his journey with over a dozen different women.  Over the weeks, he has (for lack of a better term) weeded his way through them all. This evening our bachelor will be choosing between Lindsay and Catherine to decide which one he will be giving the last and final rose to. Not to mention a very large and gorgeous diamond!   

I know this sounds pretty bad. Trust me. I am well aware.  It’s just that sometimes I need to completely zone out into the world that is The Bachelor. A world where one man dates twelve different women at once and gives them roses each week if he decides he likes them enough.  Sometimes you need to live in someone else’s world for a little. 
That is exactly what I am going to do right now…. I’ll worry about my life later because right now Sean needs to choose his wife! 



Sunday, March 10, 2013

Day 5: Sleepless Nights


When my head hits the pillow
Very late at night
I just know
My eyes, will put up a fight


I can’t help but wonder
About every little thing
My piece is torn asunder
As my mind is in full swing


As the to-do list starts to grow
Anxiety is the status quo 


Saturday, March 9, 2013

Saint Patrick's Day Parade!


Today is the Stamford St. Patrick’s Day Parade.  I have always absolutely loved St. Patrick’s Day.  I think one of the reasons I have such fond memories of celebrating this day is because of my dad.  For as long as I can remember my dad has been involved in running one parade or another in the month of March. 

 
When I was much younger, my dad was somewhat involved in the Yonkers St. Patrick’s Day Parade.  The only thing I really remember about parade days was that my mom would get my sister and I all dressed up.  We would wear big wool sweaters and our hair would be up in pigtails with yards of green and white ribbon tied neatly into bows.  Then, we would meet my dad’s family at a predetermined spot and wave and cheer in anticipation for him to walk by with his shillelagh.

When we would finally see him turn the street corner with the Sons of St. Patrick, the cheering and clapping would get that much louder.  Every year, he would stop to take a picture with us and then take my sister and I to finish walking the rest of the parade route with him.  Walking next to my dad in the parade always made me feel so special.  The crowds of people would cheer and wave and sometimes my dad would even carry me on his shoulders.  After years of doing this, it is a feeling that I will never forget.

Today I will not be marching with my dad.  Sometime around middle school I got a little too embarrassed for it. Even though I have, on occasion, jumped in midway through with some of my friends, this year I will be clapping for my dad from the sidelines as he walks by with his shillelagh. 


Friday, March 8, 2013

Seven-Year-Olds Give Good Advice


Yesterday, one of my students told me her foolproof method for getting a snow day.  This is what she said:

1.     Throw an ice cube into the toilet while doing a snow dance
2.    Sleep with your pajamas inside out
3.    Sleep with a spoon under your pillow

Now you better believe that I did all of those things last night.  It might sound pretty silly to everyone else but it WORKED. 

After I got home yesterday, I really felt like I needed a day. My mom would always call them mental health days when I was younger.  Just a little extra time to work on my grad school projects, do some reading, finish work for school, do the laundry, and sleep.  It was a lovely day.

Next time you want a snow day, I suggest following the advice above from one smart seven-year old. 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Are You Wondering Something?

 
I am absolutely in LOVE with http://wonderopolis.org right now.  I think the site and the idea behind it is absolutely amazing!  Over the past few weeks, I have been using some of the articles on the website with a student I am tutoring and he loves them almost as much as I do.

As I’ve spent more time exploring the website I’ve found more and more reasons to love on it. First of all, each article is accompanied with a video.  I’ve used the video, as I’m sure many teachers have, to build background knowledge and motivate my student to read the article.  So far it is working wonders!  I have also recently discovered the “still wondering?” section. From what I’ve seen, when you post a comment to this section, an administrator of the website answers you. Earlier this week, my student and I brainstormed something we were still wondering about the article we had just read about roller coasters.   He was VERY impressed after seeing his name pop up on the site.  

         Isaac wanted to ask the question: “Which roller coaster delivers the most g-force”.  I cannot wait to show him the response he got!  The writers at wonderopolis wrote back almost immediately and complimented him on his great question!  I know how much this will mean to him and how much it will help me get him to keep responding to articles. 

         A BIG thank you to the writers at Wonderopolis.org for making my life a little easier.  Also, for helping a very reluctant reader begin to develop a joy for reading and giving him a place to learn about writing for an audience.  

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

AH-HA! Moments

 

One of the ABSOLUTE BEST moments for a teacher is when a student FINALLY understands something.  The crazy thing is that it really is an exact moment.  You can literally see it on their face when a light finally goes off in their head and you know they’ve got it.

         I encountered one of these much too rare moments today during my math class.  While practicing subtraction with touch points, I was working with one of my students on the question 5-5=___.   He has a tough time counting backwards so I thought I would give him a little break by explaining to him why he didn’t even have to count backwards for this problem! 

Counting out five fingers I showed him that if I have a total of five and then I take five away I am left with nothing.  He stared at my hand for a bit longer than usual, turned to look up at me with wide eyes and said, “that is actually true” (like I’ve been lying to him for the past six months?).  I said “YES and now you’ve got it!”.  He looked so genuinely satisfied with himself that I couldn’t help but feel so happy.  I was glad that I finally said it in a way that got through to him (or just the magic number of times it took for it to actually sick) but also incredibly happy for him.

These are the moments that keep me going! 


Thursday, February 28, 2013

An Attempt at Realistic Fiction...


As she stood on that same familiar corner, waiting for him once again, she almost got up to leave a hundred times. But in the end she knew she couldn’t, she wouldn’t.  So instead, she just sat there, contemplating how she ended up here once again.  How her life for the last three years had literally come full circle. 

As he turned the corner and started walking towards her all she could do was take a deep breath. Her head felt differently than her heart, which contradicted the feelings in her stomach and left her genuinely confused. It was just easier to be angry with him. She didn’t want him to know how much he hurt her and honestly she didn’t want to think about how much she hurt anymore.  So instead, she settled on angry.

Angry that he called.  Angry that he didn’t see how much this hurt her.  Angry that it didn’t hurt him more.  Just angry.

He approached with a careful smile and a shy “Hey Liv”, as a way to test her current mood.  Sticking with angry she replied with a low, yet sturdy, “hi”.  Picking up on her current mood he gestured to the park across the street, “shall we?”  Without another word she began to walk towards a bench, their bench.  Hidden between two willow trees, it would be very hard to spot to someone who didn’t know it was there.  They had come across it late one night on their way back to the dorms.

Olivia had just finished telling Sam that one of the reasons she chose Virginia was because of the beautiful willow trees scattered throughout the campus.  She had considered it to be a somewhat embarrassing truth and at the time, was rather surprised that she had decided to share the small secret with him.  After she finished her story, Sam walked off the path and into the park without a word.  She watched as he started jogging towards one of the trees.  Olivia was confused but she happily chased after him, all the way to the largest willow tree at the far end of the park. Once she got close enough, she saw Sam had taken out his pocketknife and was carving something into the tree.  A small smile came across her face as it occurred to what he was carving.

She wouldn’t dare check to see if their initials were still there. She had settled on angry and she wanted to stay like that.  Unfortunately, the thought of that night was making that task increasingly more difficult.   

To be continued....hopefully.

Monday, February 25, 2013

The Nerdy Book Club

 
I just spent some time exploring the Nerdy Book Club’s Blog. I have to say that the name is what originally drew me in and I’m so glad that it did. 

So far, I am very interested in reading the book, Infinityand Me, which discusses the concept of infinity.  I read a very inspiring article about a man that created a character and an entire story to get his son to love reading.  I now know that March 6th is read a loud day, which I am very excited about.  That particular article also informed me that UNESCO estimates that one out of every five people in the world cannot read or write.  This is simply a terribly scary statistic.  Finally, I learned about some great mystery books, which just might be the genre that will inspire some of my reluctant readers! 

In a matter of maybe thirty minutes, I was exposed to ideas and suggestions, new books, inspiring stories, and scary statistics that make me very happy I get to help children learn how to read every day.  This is absolutely a blog that I will be visiting again.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Balancing Act


One of the aspects of writer’s workshop that I have always found challenging, is editing and revising during individual student conferences.  Deciding what to edit and what not to edit in a student’s writing piece has always felt like a balancing act for me.  How much is too much and how little is too little?

                          Too Little                                              Too Much
                             Not learning                                            Overwhelming
                             Still so many mistakes!                             Discouraging 

After reading for one of my graduate classes, there were a few ideas that I think will really help me balance on this tightrope.

  • Dudley-Marling and Patricia Paugh believe in conducting a series of mini-conferences.  If students are given the opportunity to meet for about five minutes every day, that time will add up throughout the week.                                      
  • On deciding what skills and strategies to address during a writing conference, Dudley-Marling and Patricia Paugh write, “the priority should be on the skills and strategies that will have the most impact on the piece of writing the student is currently working on” (p.56).  Teachers must respond to what each student is trying to accomplish in one piece of writing and work from there.  This certainly helps decide where the focus should be while editing a student’s work.                                                                           
  • I also found it extremely important to recognize that all students engage in writing differently.  This is also true for the editing and revising aspect of writing as well.  A study published in 2006 found that students approach writing and revising in different ways” (Dix, p.566).  As a teacher, I believe we all need to be aware that our students may engage in the editing and revising process differently than we do.  Being aware of this will be helpful for both the teacher and student. 

Most importantly, conferencing was recognized as an art.  Something that takes experience, practice, and time to learn! 

Friday, February 15, 2013

Teachers of Writing


This week, I read the first chapter in Katie Ray’s book, What You Know By Heart.   Chapter one was dedicated to discussing how important it is for teachers of writing to write and experience the process first hand. It took me until fairly recently to realize just how important this is and this chapter helped reinforce that point for me.  Although I have writing experiences through research papers, reflections, and other daily activities, I do not have very much experience engaging in the type of writing I expect from my students.  Until fairly recently, I have had very little experience writing a personal narrative, a memoir, a poem, or even a piece of fiction.  Now, having some of those experiences, I am beginning to see the challenges that many students face and understand how the writing process differs for many people.
   Katie Ray brought up another important point though.  She believes that because we are teachers of writing, we need more than just the experience of writing.  We need to be able to think about and explain our writing experiences. These experiences need to transfer to our curriculum and our workshops.  We need to take our experiences and decide how and when to use them in our mini lessons or during our guided reading groups.  This was an AH HA moment for me.  While I am writing, I also need to start thinking about how I would explain my experiences or how and when they would be introduced.  This chapter definitely gave me a lot to think about!

Friday, February 8, 2013

The Amazing Effect of Using Tools and Materials!

-->After reading Chapter 2 in a Classroom Teacher’s Guide to Struggling Writers, a light bulb went on inside my brain as I read about the different environments that promote writing!  I have always loved the creative aspect of teaching but never thought to incorporate that into the writing workshop.  This chapter discusses the benefits of providing students with a variety of writing tools and materials that they can use to express themselves.  Sticky notes, card stock, notepads, sentence strips, pieces of recycled paper, and so many more possibilities for students to use to write.  Colored pencils, sharpies, markers, blue pens, pink pens, does it really matter what your students use to write with?  Providing students with easy access to a wide variety of writing tools and materials will have so many amazing rewards.  Check out my cause and effect graphic organizer below to see just what I mean!