A third grader was walking into school this morning, and she noticed a poster had fallen on the floor.
She picked it up, tried to hang it back up and then I heard her say, like a miniature thirty-year-old, “And…that’s done.” She walked the poster to her classroom, presumably to find it’s next resting place.
I heard her call out to a classmate, “You were in this group, weren’t you?” But when he didn’t respond she just said “No? That’s right, you weren’t.”
I asked fourth graders to think about what was exciting and unique about the natural wonders they were reading about this morning. When I walked over to one of the desk-sets, a boy shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t find any of this unique and exciting.”
I told him I understood, and was about to ask him what he thinks the author found exciting and unique. But, he interrupted me.
“But, I guess since they are called natural ‘wonders,’ they are unique because there’s only so many of them.” He decided.
After I was done modeling that lesson, I had to run across town to a meeting. I happened to go to the parking lot right as the fourth-graders were headed to recess.
One of them walked over to me and said “Hug?” As he leaned in for one of those side hugs fourth graders give.
He asked me, “Are we going to do that same lesson in Writing Society after school?”
I told him we were actually going to be doing something other than informational reading in our after school writing club and he looked kinda sad about it honestly.
“Why?” I asked. “Did you like that lesson?”
“Oh yes!” He said and he went off to play with his friends.
In Writing Society, I sat down next to a young third grader.
“Want to write a poem with me?” He asked and of course I agreed.
“Actually, I already wrote one.” He said as I opened up the google presentation he had sent me.
He asked me how I spell my name, and then how to spell Ms. I explained “M-S-period,” but noticed that he wrote “Ms Gabriel.” next to his name.
He said his poem, I typed it and we added a line or two.
Outside the sky is grey
But in (school) we see it as blue
Everybody is kind and nice and follows PAWS (expectations)
Well, everybody should…
At least try to.
2 thoughts on “March 13 A Few Reasons I love Teaching”
This poem is everything.
Ona, what a lovely slice of your teaching life. These moments are just beautiful. I love this so much: “I heard her say, like a miniature thirty-year-old, ‘And…that’s done.'” That is just soooo cute; the way you described it makes me feel like I am there. You can see the warmth of your relationships in this post.