I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!
Having fun slicing with my new pens!
I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!
It’s Christmas Eve. My favorite day of the year. When I was young, Santa came on Christmas Eve because we left early on Christmas morning to drive to my grandma’s.
Getting ready for Christmas Eve dinner, setting the table, I have always loved the anticipation! I got dressed up. I had the job of slicing pickles and putting them in a little dish with a little fork. I helped set the table. Our Christmas candles were out – santa shapes, I think. The memory is faded, but the feeling is still there…special candles.
As my mom’s family arrived, I’m sure I raced to the door to welcome them in — and to check for gifts tucked under their arms.
Dinner was in the dining room. The house wasn’t big and the dining room was right next to the living room. My grandpa, his girlfriend, my aunt and my uncle would be there for dinner, and as the only kid at the table, I know I was a little bored and a lot anxious. Every so often I would jump out of my seat to go check if there were presents under the tree. I would shush people when I thought I heard boots on the roof. Dinner felt like years.
Suddenly, I would hear bells jingling. I’d jump from my chair and run to the living room. There would be the gifts. Magic. Every year. Magic.
Merry Christmas!
I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!
Twas two nights before the holiday - my birthday as well Not a creature was healthy, one by one we fell The stockings and tree were up, the gifts were wrapped In hopes that by Christmas, the germs would be zapped The children were taking turns with the virus While visions of sleep passed on, right by us And mamma passed out saltines, and ginger ale too While we all patiently waited to feel healthy anew When the holidays come, in just two days time I hope we can spring from our beds, feeling just fine We'll fly down the steps, and drink the coffee we need Who will be the first to feel 100%? Who will take the lead?
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I notice this shirt folding the clothing tonight it stands for my son He loves wearing this message T, to school where he practices control Self control! Impulse! yelling, pedantic, stubborn loud, obnoxious some I notice this pin carefully clipped for safety righteous kid, caring Helpful! Sensitive! standing up for his ideals his ideas, his wants I notice this pin I notice this message T I notice my son
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I think it’s time for another “Fortunately/Unfortunately” summarizing poem– learned from Sara Holbrook (@saraholbrook) at a wonderful inservice years ago. With many apologies to Sara Holbrook, I will try this again (I did it for a slice a couple of summers ago and then again last March.) First write using the words Fortunately and Unfortunately… Then revise taking out extra words. Here we go!
When I drove into the garage, the Christmas tree lights were off and I knew it was time for a Fortunately/Unfortunately.
Fortunately, the lights went back on and I saw my smiling son at the lightswitch
Unfortunately, he was turning the lights on and off and making a chewing motion, “The puppy chewed the lights.”
Fortunately, my husband remained relatively calm as he searched for the broken strand
Unfortunately, it was an annoying puzzle of lights, wires, branches and ornaments
I started loading the dishwasher, grumpy to do the chore once again.
Fortunately, the kitchen smelled like apple pie.
Unfortunately, my 10 year old said “Doesn’t that smell good? I made a scrap pie.”
Fortunately, I remained calm
Unfortunately, he made more dirty dishes
The big kids took the dog on a much-needed walk, and I went to help with the tree puzzle
Fortunately, the dog walk meant the dog wasn’t there to bother us as we worked
Unfortunately, the ends were hard to find, the ornaments kept falling
Fortunately, my youngest son sat and read a chapter book –A chapter book!
Unfortunately, the electrical tape was yellow, the plastic gate was ugly
Later, after dinner, but before the wild ruckus, the scrap pie was served.
Fortunately the big kids liked it
Unfortunately there are still scrap pie dishes to be done
Fortunately the boys read to each other after dinner
Unfortunately it got loud after that with wrestling, fort-building, piano playing “fun”
After school work and playtime, we snuggled in to read a few holiday books.
Fortunately it was before 9:00
Unfortunately It was almost 10:00 by the time I got back downstairs
Fortunately I was still awake…enough to work, to write
Unfortunately, I need to go to bed
TAKE 2:
Drove into the garage, tree lights off
lights back on
my smiling son at the light switch
making a chewing motion, “The puppy chewed the lights.”
husband relatively calm
searched for the broken strand
a puzzle of lights, wires, branches and ornaments
I started loading the dishwasher
the kitchen smelled like apple pie.
my 10 year old said “Doesn’t that smell good? I made a scrap pie.”
I remained calm
he made more dirty dishes
The big kids took the dog
I went to help with the tree puzzle
dog wasn’t there as we worked
ends hard to find, ornaments kept falling
youngest son sat, read a chapter book –A chapter book!
the electrical tape was yellow, the plastic gate was ugly
After dinner, before the wild ruckus, the scrap pie was served.
big kids liked it
still scrap pie dishes to be done
boys read to each other
got loud after that with wrestling, fort-building, piano playing “fun”
After, we snuggled in
read a few holiday books
before 9:00
almost 10:00 I got back downstairs
still awake…enough to work, to write
I need to go to bed
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I’m listening to The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert as I drive to pick up E from school. I have to use my time this way you see…I only have 4 days left on my digital library loan. Once your loan ends, the book just disappears! As a fast reader, this is a new problem for me. I listen more slowly than I read, I guess. I have it at x 1.25 speed, but still, it takes me longer. I am loving this epic story.
The car next to me keeps going at the red light. He is inches away from hitting the car that is turning left from our right. Inches. I am pressing my brake extra hard as if I can control his car. He stops, She keeps going, he backs up, next to me again.
I watch the woman he almost hit as she passes. I wonder what her expression will be. Terror? Anger? Frustration? Forgiveness?
Nope. She just drives away. Is it possible that she didn’t notice?
I turn and watch the man in the car as he finishes backing up. I wonder what his expression will be. Anger? Embarrassment? Sorrow? Relief?
Nope. He just puts his car in gear, looks down, maybe texts something?
The light changes. He speeds away. I follow, bewildered.
I will have to rewind my audiobook now.
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There's a lot to celebrate - that's true pumpkin spice, red leaves fall, sweater weather - just to name a few. But the air is still -- slightly sticky. I'm feeling annoyed and more than a little bit picky. My complaints vary -- and that's the truth From the bear in my neighborhood to the mistreatment of youth. I can't keep quiet, for instance about a certain adult who can't see my child's brilliance. She tells him his art is a mistake And he gets sent out of the room if he speaks up to that flake. I know I'm sounding brutal but my kindness -- thus far it just seems so futile. So I'm done being nice -- for now I need to speak up and get my points across somehow. And there are more complaints to be spoken About grading, and time, and --- Listen, I'm rhyming not joking. I know my next complaint -- it isn't proper It deals with Data, and how we need to put in the stopper! "Too much data!" -- I want to scream Let's stop the madness and wake up from this rigorous dream. The children in my classroom aren't data points for you Their each and every word and action aren't plots or lines or graphs to do. Please let them be - let them read! Let them write, and make mistakes too, work and play is what they need! Now, of course I know - I hope you understand That there are things I have to do things the state has planned. And obviously I must be sure to mention That assessments help me check in with kids and give the proper things attention. But data for data, is a pet peeve of mine If it isn't friendly and useful then, It was a waste of our time. Worst complaint of all? --I can't finish this piece I'm complaining too slowly because I keep falling asleep. I think it's because I'm busy, you see Teaching, parenting, parenting, teaching leaves little time for sleeping for me. I hear your thoughts, dear reader of mine Maybe she should shush down, go to sleep and then all will be fine. Fine. Goodnight.
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My desk before Reader’s Workshop yesterday
Responsive Teacher
Messy Teacher
Hardworking Teacher
Tired Teacher
Assessments, data, mini-lessons, conferences, strategy groups, read aloud,
planning, teaching, demonstration pages, Anchor charts,
Engagement Inventories, grading…*
Tired Teacher
Hardworking Teacher
Messy Teacher
Responsive Teacher
*Wait. Is this a song?**
Mini Lessons, then confer, group your kids, hope goals Transfer
Anchor charts, assessment data, demonstration pages
Read to self, read aloud, ELA will make us proud
Essential questions, inquiry, hope your work engages
Understandings, knows and do’s, google docs – no time to snooze
Study data, write it down, buy some stock in post-its
Reader’s Notebooks, more directions, closely read the text collections
Follow kids and write them back, love those kids the mostest
We didn’t start — we’re trying!
Students, geared for learning
as the year starts turning
We didn’t start — we’re trying
Workshop’s just beginning
Soon we will be winning!
Find a book, check it out, ask a question if in doubt
Whole group meetings, someday lists, readers make plans
Talk to kids, give high fives, workshop norms and reading lives
Much to do to get a classroom full of reading fans!
We didn’t start — we’re trying!
Students, geared for learning
as the year starts turning
We didn’t start — we’re trying
Workshop’s just beginning
Soon we will be winning!
**My apologies to Billy Joel and my thanks to Mr. Thought who is somehow an expert on the meter and rhyme of We Didn’t Start the Fire, as in: “I used to sing this all the time in 1990. I had the whole thing memorized.”
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I know it's not a good idea to multi-task... but I would love to be able to write my slice as I'm going through my day. This morning's play by play slice would be something like this: Right now I am. . . Wishing my computer would connect to the internet so I can print my sub plans Talking to helpdesk on the phone while my students watch announcements Restarting chrome Restarting chrome Restarting chrome Trying firefox Giving up Realizing that now I can't project a "Right Now" slice as a model for my class Taking out my phone to use instead Copying part of a "Right Now" slice onto the board Sending students off to try their own. Hoping my computer works for the next class Teaching teaching teaching Restarting Chrome Failing at technology Worrying about printing afternoon plans Sharing my sloppily written whiteboard slice with my other classWishing my doc cam worked Challenging Students to write a bunch of "ing" verbs and then to finish the thoughts
Taking on the challenge myself on the whiteboard. Wondering about the one table of boys who hasn't noticed that everyone else is writing or watching me write.
Joking with students Having fun Making mistakes Modelling slice-writing Being flexible Learning with kids Teaching Writing
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I’m feeling overwhelmed, you know. My desk is piled. I’m working so much…my to do list grows and grows, and priorities are hard to make. Reading Pernille today helped me. She says “yet,” and I agree. I’m just not there yet. However, within the beginning of the year stress, there were lovely things about today. There’s that.
I wrote with my students today. There’s that. We sliced.

I read with my students today. There’s that. The One and Only Ivan. Then Rain Reign with my second reading class. These are the books they voted on. I warned them we would need tissues.
I planned with my friend and colleague today. There’s that. I’m ready for tomorrow. I am. And beyond! (I am!)
I even made dinner for my family, and took the dog on a walk – with my 13 year-old daughter too. There’s that. The chat with her, I’ll have that every day please.
After getting the kids to bed, I did more work. There’s that. I love my job, I love this work.
And look! I sliced! There’s that.
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