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We Are Writers

This slice is part of the Slice of Life on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24. I’m slicing on as many Tuesdays as I can. I hope you’ll join me.

After school I hung up the slice we wrote in writing today, on a hastily made purple construction paper backing.

I titled it, “We Are Writers.”

We had written “From My Chair” slices to start out our writing time today.

I called it a “Writing warm up.”

Because this morning as I finished my coffee I wrote myself a goal sheet, and one of the goals was to actually do the warm-up writing I had planned to do each day.

“Friends,” I said, “we are ready to start doing writing warm-ups after recess.”

Then I thanked the kids who had their “Slices and Sparks” notebooks and a pencil out on their desk, because I had a giant “You need:” and a picture of their Slices and Spark notebook and a pencil on the board.

“This is one of my favorite slices because you can always write it. You can even write it when you don’t know what to write!”

I modeled one quickly for them, and had them get started to. They could choose to do this, or a “Rose and Thorn” slice. All but one or two tried the “From My Chair.”

When we started sharing them, I was, of course, in love with the poetry children create when they write.

“We have to make this into a collaborative poem. Choose your favorite lines to add to our class poem. If you didn’t write this kind of slice, write just one line now to share.”

We shared, I typed, we read our poem together. It was beautiful.

“Maybe we should keep writing on this page more and more slices!” Someone suggested

“Isn’t this just a warm-up?” Someone asked.

“I can’t wait to send this poem home in our class newsletter this week!” I said, and I nodded to answer his question.

“Or maybe you should just print it out.” They suggested.

They are very good at suggestions.

So I printed it out and our student teacher went to get it.

We needed a little break, a little change up from writing.
This was obvious, and if you are a teacher you know what I mean.

I gathered them to finish our read aloud book.

“But, wasn’t that just a writing warm-up?” Someone asked again, wondering, as I’m sure you are, why our warm-up took almost all of writing today.

“Yep, yep, yep.” I said, trying to figure out how to explain my flexible, responsive teaching plans to an 8 year old.

With 10 minutes left of writing, I had no other option. We got out our writing folders, our small moment story designs, and I passed out paper.

“Writers,” I said, “Let’s get started writing these beginnings! You have 8 minutes!”

I’m not saying that was my proudest teacher-of-writing moment. 8 minutes?

Tomorrow, we will do more story writing, I promise. It’s in the plans!

Tomorrow, our warm-up will not take almost half an hour.

Tomorrow, when kids walk into the classroom, I hope they see my purple construction paper sign with their published slice of life.

Crickets

This slice is part of the Slice of Life on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24. I’m slicing on as many Tuesdays as I can. I hope you’ll join me.

I have a student teacher.

When I told my 17 year old that my student teacher was starting today, he said incredulously, “they approved you for that?”

“I am a veteran teacher,” I explained to him.

In my first year again.

Today after recess, or maybe after lunch — the time runs together — we were getting started on — well something. But there was a chirping.

The second-graders asked, “What is that? A cricket?”

I thought it might be my quiet writing music from writing, so I muted my computer but the chirp kept chirping.

Indeed, it was a cricket.

Earlier, still at home, enjoying my coffee, I had stumbled upon an “I love bugs song” that had promise for school. See the other day at recess some kids were stomping on a bug outside. We had a chat about that. So a song would be so good.

I like bugs, and I’ll tell you why. They’re alive and so am I.
Bugs.
I like grasshopers cause frogs eat em
I like bees cause flowers need em
I like spiders
I like slugs
I like caterpillars
I like bugs…


But when I listened to the whole song I wasn’t so sure. There’s a line about hating crowds, loving people and not being down with the plague…

But when there was a cricket in my room, I wished I had memorized that song.

Maybe we could make up another line.

I like crickets and I’ll tell you why. They’re alive and so am I
Crickets
chirp chirp
Crickets

Instead of singing, I reminded the kids that we don’t hurt bugs. We are STAR students. We show kindness to all creatures great and small.

When the class went to their special, my student teacher and I tried to find the cricket.

Okay, fine. It was mostly him. I let him find the cricket.

When he found it, he asked if he should take it outside.

“It’s actually really big,” he said.

I told him that it was up to him. If he felt comfortable doing it he could, but he certainly didn’t have to carry a giant cricket outside on his first day of second-grade.

“When you tell this story in 20 years about your first day with your mentor teacher, please make sure you include the part where I told you it was totally up to you.”

I mean, this is a story you tell right? Your first day student teaching?

Well, it’s a story I’m telling at least.

As for my student teacher, he survived his first day in second-grade, and he helped a giant cricket survive second-grade too — by taking it outside.