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!