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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.

This is me Before/After

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

You know that trend where they record teachers before the first day and after the first day?

Imagine this video of me, if you can.

Usually the video is of the teacher in their class – but who are we kidding – I will not be stopping to take a video this morning.

So.

Before:

Hi! I’m Ms. Gabriel. I teach second-grade – well, I will. This is me before the first day of school.

I’m in my pajamas, my heartless curler is still in, I am finishing my coffee. My mug choice was intentional. It says teacher teacher teacher teacher teacher teacher teacher.

I don’t want to forget who I am.

I woke up early, remembered that I hadn’t printed out my class lists yet. Actually, I remembered that last night, also remembering that I still don’t actually know how to take lunch count.

My bag is packed, but not my lunch.
I know what t-shirt I’m wearing, but not what pants.
My middle child is awake and ready, but not my youngest.
My plans are done, but not really since first day of school plans are a somewhat hilarious thing.

I keep remembering Natalie Louis at a Phonics Institute. She reminded us that on the first day of school the kids should leave feeling lucky to have you as their teacher, maybe knowing a class song, and they should be excited to come back the next day.

So inspirational. But also, maybe a tall order.

Only time will tell.

……..

After:

Hi! I’m Ms. Gabriel. I taught second-grade today. This is me after the first day of school.

I’m back in my pajamas.
I left my laptop on the dining room table.
I made myself take a break.
I hope this break turns into going to bed soon.

Soon

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

What do you care most about?

This is what I asked myself last night when I was getting scattered about my plans for the first few days of school. There is just so much to do. It turns out I care about a lot of things.

I’ve been trying to coach myself to start the school year.

I want to take my own head in my hands and sternly say,

Focus!

But, I’m giving myself grace.

I’m reminding myself that I believe in “ishing” it.

Nothing needs to be perfect. You are enough.

Thank goodness for that because nothing is perfect.

Nothing is perfect, but so many things are good! What you focus on grows, what is happening that is good?

I finally made a book display I’ve been wanting to make, and I brought in my old Fisher Price school set pieces to add to the Back to School display. It’s so cute and nostalgic, I just want to keep looking at it.

My felt panels didn’t fall down for a third time, I found a place for the giant calendar, my peel and stick paper looks just like I wanted it to, I brought plants in and I have hope they will survive… Oh! I finally remembered to bring the little baby stuffed cougar to school!

Soon I will meet my second-graders and their families, and I will figure out which nicknames are the right ones! Soon I will find a way to hang the macrame picture hanger things I got so that I can clip student work to it.

Soon I will print out schedule cards that actually fit in my schedule pocket chart, and dates to hang on my magnetic curtain rod.

Soon I will figure out all the systems.

Speaking of systems, soon I will figure out what to do with that one space between my desk and the shelf where things are shoved, and soon I will find a paper organizer that works for me.

Soon. I will find a way to focus on the heart of what I will be teaching, and also soon I will learn how to send emails to families, and maybe even how to take attendance.

Soon, I will read aloud books and write with kids, and soon we will figure out the ways to talk about math.

Soon it will be the first day of school.

Yikes. There so much to do.

There really is. And you can do hard things.

What I Hope Counts for Writing This Summer

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

What I Hope Counts for Writing This Summer

Lists
To Do: Home and School
Grocery
Amazon Wish Lists
Chore post-its that kids groan at
Emails asking questions
Texts
to the children who don’t respond to texts even though I know they look at their phones enough
maybe I should write them a memo, would they respond to certified mail or would carrier pigeon work better?
to the plumber
to my mom telling her we are late to the pool
to friends
How are you, how is your daughter, how’s your foot? How was vacation? LOL, so funny, right? I’m sorry, I’m such a mess, I don’t know if I can. How about tomorrow? When can we plan, write, shop, walk, hang out? Wait, what? This looks cool. Would this work? Cute bins at target now!
Notes from therapy
Recommendation notes for books to read, TV to watch, movies to see
Letters I’m writing in my head
to terrible doctors, toxic people
Scribbled math on post-its
Budget spreadsheets

Does
Clicking count as writing?
I click to check off my to do list
I click that little bookmark on Instagram
I click to save, pin, share
add to cart
proceed to checkout, deliver to this address, place your order

At school
I’ve scribbled and typed
Bookshelf dimensions
Wall dimensions
Bulletin board dimensions
Supply labels
Shelf labels
Book bin labels
Calendar numbers
Display letters
Even planning documents
Did I mention the school To Do Lists?
I’ve filled notebook pages

I really hope some of this counts
Especially
This List

Teacher Summer Day

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

Teacher summer
is like nesting
for me
It’s okay if it’s different
for you

I love getting ready
for school
organizing, planning . . .
and also
wow
it’s a lot
sometimes
it feels impossible to hope
it will all get done

Like seriously, how?

My 37 boxes, 3 shelves and ottoman – work ordered to my new classroom but still waiting at my old one – have been weighing on my mind. I can’t focus, or rest, without getting my new space settled.

I wondered if I had done the work order correctly.

One of the custodians told me a thriller of a story about the year someone’s things didn’t get delivered until the day before in service.

How can you organize all the things in your classroom without
all the things in your classroom?

“We’ll just take the truck and get it ourselves,” my friend Kris said last week.

And I feel like I would need
1,000 slices of life to explain how many times Kris has done this –
had a solution
shown up

So yesterday, we texted a plan to meet at school today at 9:30. Kris, her husband, his truck and me.

Our friend Krista chimed in, “I’ll meet you there.”

And I would not be exaggerating to say
I had no words
but I did actually cry a bit
because
friends —
Friends
do you have friends who say
“I’ll meet you there?”

I hope you do.

When I got to school at 9:25 this morning, I saw a big truck, crept around to look inside and saw half of my stuff loaded on.

My work order worked!

Timing,
right?

We pivoted – it’s a thing.

My friends met me at my new classroom, the truck delivered all my things, Kris’ husband left to go golf, and we got to work.

We moved some shelves.
We moved them again.
We moved them again.

“How do people do this when they don’t have friends who are teachers?” I asked.

We unpacked 37 boxes, organized, reorganized.

I held things up and said, “Tell me I can throw this away.”

They said “Throw it away.”

I want to tell you about the cabinets that are too deep but also too small to hold all the supplies I need them to hold. I want you to picture the bins I took out of several of those 37 boxes. Bins of pipe cleaners and paint, buttons, small wooden cubes, wooden characters, beads, special tape, play doh.

I need you to understand that some people might laugh at me if I pulled out another bag of stick-on googly eyes, or asked where I should store the stick-on ladybugs.

“Do they go with the googly eyes?” (We decided yes.)

There are many good people out there who would get mad if after we thought the cabinet was done with the bins finally fit together like a perfect Tetris, I found another wooden stick person. But not Kris and Krista. They just said, “Oh! I know exactly where that bin is now!”

This is what I’m talking about
friends!

It was a hot day today.
A summer break day today.

I don’t want to sound dramatic but
My friends gave me hope today.

Exit Interview

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.

Exit Interview

A first-grader recently asked their teacher, “What’s an exit interview?”

Because first-grade teachers know how to explain all the things, she answered,

“It’s a conversation you have with a person who was in charge of something when that something is done and they ask you questions about how it went.”

Since then, I’ve been thinking about exits.

I’ve never had an exit interview.
That’s not the point. The point is, I’ve exited many times.

Once I taught second-grade and I thought, “I should probably always teach second-grade.”

I was sure I’d be one of those teachers who teaches the same thing for all the years of my career. But there wasn’t an opening there the next year.

The last week of school, my principal said,
“Oh Ona, what are we going to do without you?”

(Was that an exit interview?) and I said,

“What am I going to do without
a job?”

I sobbed saying goodbye to my second-graders.

Have you ever loved a group of kids?
Have you ever worked every day with a community of learners?
Have you ever said goodbye
?

I hope they aren’t traumatized by that to this day – their second-grade teacher at the classroom door, tears streaming down her face.

The next year I went to sixth-grade.

“Middle school! God bless you!” Everyone said.
Everyone.
They were right, I was blessed.
Sixth graders rock.
I knew that after my second year there,
not my first year – no that year was
tough.

After my second year there, I thought,
“I should probably always teach sixth-grade.”

Have you ever laughed with 11 year-olds?
Have you ever had students beg to stay in from recess to finish a read-aloud?
Have you ever watched a preteen become a reader? A writer?

I stayed for years, with many temporary exits to stay home with my babies.
My babies!

One year I decided I wanted to lean into working with teachers too. I went to elementary school and I coached.
I fell in love with life in elementary school.

Who wouldn’t?

Have you ever walked the hallway of an elementary school?
Have you ever known kids for their entire elementary career?
Have you ever met an elementary teacher?

Coaching is a lot of things,
in case you were going to
Ask.

Have you ever made relationships your top priority?
Have you ever taught lessons in all the grades?
Have you ever leaned in to vulnerability just to enter a closed door or a conversation?
Have you e
ver presented to hundreds or sometimes just 2 teachers?
Have you ever learned so much every day from so many people – from 5 year olds on up?

I even started to learn how to be a good listener.
Small steps.

After a few years, I thought,
“I should probably always coach.”

Even though I missed having my own classroom of kids.
I know, they are all
all our kids. But,

Have you ever taught your own class?
Have you ever gathered kids on the carpet?
Have you ever had inside jokes with 7 year-olds?

I missed it, but I loved coaching.
So long story short –

I reinterviewed for the job I had been doing and they said

Congratulations!
You are now a
permanent
coach.

Permanent is a weird word, because what it really meant was
not permanent.

If I were to give myself an exit interview, I think my questions
might
be different from those someone is meant to ask.
I wouldn’t know.
I’ve never had an exit interview.

But I would ask myself questions like:

Can you describe the feeling of walking down the hall, a sea of familiar kids you’ve known since they started Kindergarten?

What does your heart do when a student calls out your name in the morning, or stops you to show you a special item they have with them?

What is your favorite question a student ever asked? Why was it, “When are you going to come back and teach writing again?”

Why did you laugh every day? What were the best things kids say?

What did it feel like when a door was closed? How did you know if you were welcome in a classroom?

What was our best decision while you were coaching? What was our worst? Why are you baffled?

Why do you think that teachers can do so much when we do it together?

What story paints a picture of the impact coaching can have?

What questions do you want me to ask you?

I may not really know
how to do an exit interview,
but I think I might start them with my second-graders next year.
Perhaps my questions to myself are a good starting place for second-grade versions.

How did you feel in second grade?
Did your classmates and teachers know you?
What was your favorite question this year?
What made you laugh?
Did you feel welcome at school?
What were our best decisions this year? What were our worst?
How did it feel to work together?
What story will you remember most about second-grade?
What questions do you want me to ask you?

What questions do you want me to ask you?

My Day True or False?

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 first tried this format here, originally from Ethical ELA: A True or False List Poem . . . There are some things that are true, there are some things that are false, and you’ll never really know!

Today I

accidentally cried a lot
threw 92 starfish into the ocean one by one
wore a t-shirt that said “When I’m not sad or mad, I’m ok.”
wrote 3 slices of life
laughed at two terrible pictures of myself
flooded a classroom with sink water
said the word butt to first and second graders at least 20 times
got armloads of gifts
drank 104 ounces of water
walked 10,793 steps
took a picture with one of my students from my first year teaching
found out my high school social studies teacher died this week
watched 3 episodes of ER with my daughter
taught second-grade

Or, did I?

Crumpled

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

I want to tell you about this little boy today.

He was trying to explain why he was going to throw away his art project,
how his picture had gotten ruined.
As he explained it to his teacher, his face got shakier, his eyes filled with tears.
He had accidentally pushed someone,
the crumpling of his paper was the retaliation.
He was convinced that there was
nothing
left
to do but
throw the paper away.

I tried to see what was wrong
with his picture,
but his face was more crumpled
than the page.

His teacher
listened
intently and then said,

“It sounds like this is really upsetting for you.
I can help you figure this out.
Why don’t you go put your stuff on your desk and then –

I can help you with this.
It will be okay.”

He gave his picture to his teacher
turned to walk back into his classroom, nodding and sniffing,
tried to pull himself together.

His teacher and I spun so kids couldn’t see our faces
Both pointing to our own eyes, filled with tears now
tried to pull ourselves together too.

“I don’t know if I can do this
teaching
thing afterall,” I said.

I mean, how will my heart take it?

She nodded her head and we looked at the
barely crumpled picture for a moment.

“The picture is fine though, right?” I asked

She gave it a once over,
nodded,
flattened the page a little extra,
took a deep breath and walked into her classroom
where I know she
helped
one
crumpled
boy

In Other News

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

I want to make a point,
or at least an analogy
so I close my eyes
what story could I tell
from today
from 10 years ago
from second grade?

Or rather
what story could I
share
because I have plenty to
tell
that email
that conversation
that canceled meeting

Today we cried about
a drink carrier
it was the one from our
first coffees
in our first home

Endings are beginnings
and all that jazz
so why do I hear The Doors
This is the end
Beautiful Friend
The end?

In other news,
I watched a Kindergarten class
cheer for a friend after he read
good Job! they said
we love you!
and I thought to myself
wow
kids really get
how to take care of each other