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#sol19 March 25 A slice of your slices

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March 25 

It's that day in March
stories overload my mind 
The only problem is
These slices 
aren't really mine

Writing doesn't always fit
the roles I take in life
a coach, 
a teacher
a mom and a wife

If I write my stories
and actually hit publish
I've broken the 
trust 
we thought we established

So I'll keep my mind closed
and my stories at bay
So your hopes 
and your dreams
aren't on display


 

 

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#sol19 March 24 A slice of singing (Really)

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Everyone in my house can sing, loves singing.
Last night we went to the cabaret
“I’ve always wanted to be able to sing” I said. I thought. I always think.
Really.

I try to have a growth mindset, I really do.
But, I can’t really sing.
You can ask my family if you want confirmation.
Really.

In high school, I joined the choir with a request to the director
“I want to act, so I need to learn some singing skills.”
She made me sing the Star Spangled Banner, I think.
Really.

I realized quickly that I could kind of sing
if I was next to other people singing the same exact notes
not in a mixed parts group, like they do in, you know, choirs.
Really.

In a play once, I had to sing a lullaby to another character.
Maybe twinkle twinkle little star.
It took a lot of practice– I can remember my director trying to be patient.
Really.

When I’m teaching, though, I sing.
Rainbow Connection, This Land is Your Land. . .
all sorts of tunes with different lyrics to fit the situation. It’s fun.
Really.

#sol19 March 23 A Slice of Quiet

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We are on the way home from an early dinner, and the kids are all smooshed in the back seat of the Prius.

It is so loud.

I can’t quite explain the sound. Is everyone talking at once? And singing?

In the past minute, above the racket, I think I’ve heard several requests.

“Can we go get my new bike?

“Can we go to the park to bike?”

“Can I get new shoes today?”

We pull into the garage and Mr. Thought and I just sit in the front seats as the kids tumble from the car and walk into the house.

We both take a deep breath, and he says, “Times have really changed since the Pontiac Proposal.”

21 years ago, we got engaged while driving home one evening. 

“Remember before, when it was quiet?” He asks me. “When we wanted quiet –”

“We just stopped talking!” I finished his thought for him.

We stay there for another minute, and then walk into the house.

#sol19 March 22 A slice of memories (AKA I taught 2nd grade once!)

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I’ve been thinking this week about the teachers and classes who have come and gone in our district and wondering where all those memories go. What impact do we have as teachers, as classroom communities?  Where do we hold the personal and institutional memory of all of those beautiful times, all of those beautiful teachers we’ve had and worked with?

My first year teaching was in a beautiful old school. I had a group of second graders and the most amazing para.

I remember working in my new-to-me classroom: Room 16 that summer when the principal walked in and asked me if I’d rather have the experienced para, or the new one they needed to hire.  It was a hard decision, but she needed a decision right then and there.

“Experienced.” I finally said — and what a miracle to have gotten the opportunity to work with Mrs. Cross that year. She brought so much knowledge, joy and laughter to our days. She taught me, Ms. I-student-taught-in-6th-grade how to teach second graders.

Once, I slapped a template on a piece of tagboard and told the kids to use it to cut out the shape.

“I think what Ms. Thought means is,” she said kindly, “Place the template down, hold it with your hand nice and strong. Then take your pencil hand and with a good 2nd-grade grip, slowly trace the pattern….” Ahhhh. Yes. I learned a lot that year.

Mrs. Cross made corn cob compound words, and set up marble painting stations on special days. There was something called a green pickle party, and her word study station was meticulously organized. At lunch she read aloud to the kids and changed all the names in the book to the names of the kids in our class.

When I proudly made tagboard binoculars for a goal-setting activity, she helped me hang them up in the hall. When the art teacher walked by and asked me why I had a display of bras hanging up, Mrs. Cross snapped a picture and laughed with me, “BRAnoculars!” we howled. We often laughed as a joke or pun sailed over the kids’ heads and straight to each other.

It’s lucky for me because one of the second grade teachers I work with now has Mrs. Cross has her para, and it’s like reconnecting with the magic.

In Room 16, we had a castle made of cardboard boxes, a fairytale ball, and we spent the last month or so of school rehearsing an adaptation of Swimmy by Leo Lionni.

In Room 16 we had a morning letter, and song that went something like this, “Chatty, chatty, chatty, chatty, room 16!”

In Room 16, we had guided reading even though I really didn’t know what I was doing yet. We had math stations, and sometimes we watched Magic School Bus.

In Room 16, we laughed a lot, and I read aloud more than once a day. We had 2 computers, and kids took turns using them for something… Kid Pix maybe?

In Room 16, I sobbed on the last day of school, and hugged each kid goodbye.

I’ll always remember Room 16, even after next year when the building isn’t a school anymore, even if they tear it down.

 

 

 

 

#sol19 March 21 A Slice of Shoes

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A Tale of 2 Shoes 

Yesterday I wore my newish tan 
sneakers
"sneaks" my dad used to call them
"Do you have your sneaks?"

My new sneaks are comfortable
and soft
and quiet

"You are so quiet!" someone said
as I walked down the hall. 
This is not something I am usually told. 
Quiet is something I'm still working on. 

Today I wore my newish black 
boots
ankle boots, everyone has them now
Good for when I'm tired of regular boots, and winter

My new boots are comfortable
and rattly 
not quiet

I hear them click and bounce
as I walk in the hallway
This is not the pleasant sound my elementary teachers made
when they clicked down the hall with their pretty heels.

#sol19 March 20 #findtheNOPE

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Every school day this year, I’ve posted a video about the joy of the day. These #findthejoy videos have been such a blessing to me because, what you focus on grows and I’m focusing on joy. (You can see my videos on my twitter feed!)

On the other hand, I occasionally want a different video series, #findtheNOPE

Today’s installment of #findtheNOPE. . . 

I accidentally ate the rest of the Scandinavian Swimmers candy from Trader Joes, even though I’ve been trying to avoid sugar. #findtheNOPE 

I had to come to a screeching halt on the highway today to avoid hitting 3 deer today. #findtheNOPE

I bought a really fun Bob Ross pen to help me remember “No mistakes just happy accidents” but the pen is so heavy, I probably will never write with it. #findtheNOPE

I keep forgetting how I really need to go to the grocery store, and then when I remember, I’m too tired to go to the grocery store. #findtheNOPE

My house is a disaster, the laundry fills the upstairs hallway, there’s no way I’ll catch up in one weekend. #findtheNOPE

I have writing to do but the dog is barking at the window and I have to go pick up my son from his play practice.  #findtheNOPE

#findtheNOPE

 

#sol19 March 19 A Slice of a Right Now Lesson

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I got to write with kids today. I love being invited in as a guest slicer. It’s become a little tradition for me to show kids a “Right now” slice. (Last year’s is here.)

We brainstormed “ing” words, filling the whiteboard.

“Don’t judge my spelling yet. This is a brainstorm,” I told them.

I showed them how you can complete any “ing” thought with something that makes sense for you. Sometimes you have to cheat the phrasing a little, but they are all possible.

They tried it, while I challenged myself to fill the brainstormed list with complete thoughts.

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We came back together to talk about revision. “You could go through your work and circle ones that seem to go together.”

We found a theme in . mine: I’m tired. This isn’t shocking to me. 

“Maybe you should add ‘wishing for coffee.’ one of the boys said.

I love writing with kids.

Below, my revised shorter “Right Now I Am” Slice.

Right Now I Am. . . 
falling asleep at my desk
starving for sleep
running out of energy
dying to go to bed early
living day by day
waiting for time to sleep
aging more rapidly than I want
wailing when I'm annoyed - have I mentioned that I'm tired?
talking too much
doing too much
sleeping too little
Right now I am tired

#sol19 March 18 A little slice of 27 years (Or, a love poem)

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27 years

Hey! 
I watched my husband perform improv tonight
like the old days of 
drama class
where we met, did acting exercises
- and fell in love, you know
That was 27 years ago

27 years.

Hey!
One group bantered about sweaters tonight
like the sweater he wore
that first Thursday
we met, talked face to face,
did acting exercises
(It was before devices)

27 years. 

Hey! 
I watched my husband perform improv tonight
like 27 years ago,
he's still a good
actor - funny and cute
just with some grey hairs
lucky me, 27 years

27 years


#sol19 March 17 A slice of Jason Reynolds

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My 12 year old is so impressed that I got to hear Jason Reynolds speak at Teacher’s College.

“Ghost!” he proclaims

And I tell him how it was amazing to hear the author talk about where his books came from, his story, his family and friends. I mean, H isn’t a big fan of reading, but he did love Ghost.

I want to tell him about how Jason Reynold didn’t read either as a kid, and about how none of the books his teachers gave him were mirrors. “Why would I want to have a relationship with literature if these books don’t want to have a relationship with me?” he had asked a church full of teachers. And then he told us how he later had realized that he didn’t hate reading, he hated being bored.  I want to tell my son that doesn’t like reading that Jason Reynolds said that the greatest gift to give is yourself.

I think I’m going to need my notes for this sharing.

“But, did you see him?” My 9 year old asks for the second time.

“Well, I heard him present.” I explain. “I was in the back of the church.”

“So, you saw him,”  he says, “from the back of the church.”

“Well… ” I started. “Actually…We were on our way back from the bathroom, back to our seats when who should walk right by? Jason Reynolds.”

“Did you say hello?”

“I mean, Jason Reynolds, mom.”

I have some explaining to do. “I didn’t want to bother him as he was getting ready to start his presentation. He was walking and talking with someone, making sure things were ready to go. I wanted to respect that.”

The boys shake their heads, disappointed.

Mr. Thought says, “I get it.”

And then I admit, for the sake of authentic learning and full transparency, “It did take every ounce of my self control not to reach out and touch his shoulder though.”

“What?!” everyone asks.

“I mean,  Jason Reynolds.” I tell them.

Mr. Thought raises his eyebrows.

I just keep talking about how powerful it was to hear him speak. I start talking about Queen Latifah and rap in the eighties. “He told us this is a history lesson we need to teach our kids – and not in February.”

I explain how rap music saved Jason Reynolds, and how he talked about Hamilton and rap: “It hurts my feelings when I hear all these people when they say how brilliant Hamilton is. I mean, it is brilliant. But we’ve been saying that for 30 years.” 

My Hamilton loving kids look at me, and I think, “Yep. I’m going to need my notes.”

 

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#sol19 March 16 A Slice of #TCRWP

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TCRWP Saturday Reunion 

You sip your seltzer water at the end of the day
wondering how you would ever pick just one slice

Your notebook is full and messy
your finger still hurts a little – why did you press that flair pen so hard?

Your brain is full
with Jason Reynolds, Eric Hand, Lucy Calkins, Mary Ehrenworth, Cornelius Minor, Marc A. Brackett

You flip through your notes
remember the day
and hope to blog about it later.