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My First Year

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂


I am thinking about my first year
I taught second-grade
in an old school building that looked like it was from a picture book

On the morning of the first day,
I straightened pencil boxes
one more time
on the desks I had placed precisely
I took a picture of the busses lined up outside, right before the kids got off
I knew so little about second-grade
Didn’t know what I
didn’t know about
teaching,
kids,
instructional strategies. . .
the paper cutter
(That year, I would go on to cut my own shirt more than one time on the paper cutter)

I wish I remembered how I learned their names
What books we read
The moment I realized they were
mine.

Maybe it was
when I typed their names on my first
class list
when the last student filed in and we had our first morning meeting
the first time I said “my class,” to explain
“I didn’t do that with my class yet.”
“My class had extra recess.”
“Oh, you know my class!”
But sometime after I got the call that I had a job
and months before I sobbed on the last day of school,
those were
my
second-graders

I know, I know
in a school – they are
all
Our
kids
I know this – I have hundreds of kids in my schools that are
Ours
and I love them

And, when you share a classroom with kids
every day,
know what math they are ready for next,
which kids to put in which small group,
who needs extra reminders or reassurances, or a special whiteboard marker
what book to hand them from your library
what they did over the weekend,
their hopes and dreams
and trials
it’s okay if you think
my
kids

My first year
my kids
were
chatty, sure –
(I’d soon find out that most of my classes were chatty – the one constant being me. . . )
my kids were
funny
sweet
hard-working
good sports —
watching me fumble through
my
first year

Trust

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

I was in fifth-grade
the year I got
headaches every day
couldn’t get my homework done
still couldn’t spell
or do my math facts quickly
but, I could read!
I read Stephen King for my book report
my teacher didn’t believe me
Called me to his desk, covered the title on my project and raised his eyebrows, saying
“What was your book called again?”
“The Eyes of the Dragon” I said
He looked skeptical

I think that’s the year I learned
that trust and respect are
two-way streets
or should be
Oh, and that some people are jerks

I remember his name –
That teacher who didn’t
Know me
Didn’t believe I had headaches
Didn’t believe I couldn’t concentrate on my test with his radio on
(Can you imagine?)
Didn’t believe I could read that book
I remember his name, but I won’t name him

I will give him the
benefit of the doubt
and of time

Maybe he was trying his best
Maybe he was having a hard year
Maybe he was someone’s favorite teacher

He certainly taught me a lot about teaching
– the what not to do

Plus, it’s easy to give grace to a jerk
if they are probably already gone
from this world…
Fifth-grade was a long, long time ago.

You Get a Sticker! And You Get a Sticker!

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

My friend gave me one of those mini printers and this weekend I played with it, trying the roll of sticker paper it has.

Did you hear me? I can make stickers! Of anything!

Here’s one I made of my dog:

Right away I started thinking about ways I could use it at school. I am sure there are ways I could use it as a coach, but I keep thinking about ways I’d use it back in the classroom. Imagine making conferring artifacts – quick pictures of anchor charts, notes we took together, or even a graphic organizer template. Maybe I could print pictures of student work to add to a small display. Have you seen those mini art galleries? I could use it to label things, of course. I could even make a quick positive note home and stick it to a student’s backpack! I feel like the possibilities are endless.

In my personal life, I am using it to print out funny memes and quotes and add them to a notebook. What is it that makes making a sticker, even with torn edges so special and fun?

I could start to print out funny things and stick them on my kids’ snacks. Or funny reminders stuck to random places.

There’s something very important that you need to know if you are on the fence about getting yourself a mini printer with sticker paper. Listen carefully. You might not realize this, but, if you get a text or email that makes you angry, it actually becomes kind of cute printed out all tiny.

I might have to buy more sticker paper rolls.

Do the Math

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

Freshman year of college I had a required math class
Math 100
it was probably called
Ugh, math
I probably said
I can’t do math

I recall
it was an overview
all the math I should have understood in high school
algorithms, graphs, formulas…
explained, connected, practiced in some magical way
to make sense
or maybe I was finally ready to learn

In third grade, I crossed the hall
for my math class
full of timed tests
and feeling dumb because
I can’t do math

I recall
timers and disappointment
things I should have memorized
but didn’t, couldn’t
turning my paper over to draw pictures and count
6×9 equaled 6 dots drawn 9 times
Always on the first row every time
the timer beeped

Sophomore year of college I started my
math emphasis
a special program for teachers who loved math
and me
I can’t do math

I recall
3 hours every Tuesday night for 3 years
learning about conceptual math
an entire semester on one problem about pretzels and lemonade
I still got confused, lost in the step, turning myself in math circles
one night the professor asked me to share my thinking and I said
no
I had been honest on my application:
I was horrible at math. I’m worried about teaching math. I need to be a better math teacher for math students like me
But 3 hours a week x 3 years equaled understanding that
it’s okay to be confused, math is more than memorizing,
and turning my paper over to draw 6 dots 9 times meant
I actually could do math!

Student teaching in sixth grade
advanced math
full of sixth-graders
with more math smarts than I will ever have

I recall
I got really good at questioning
listening, and saying things like
pretend I don’t understand. How would you explain your thinking to me?
which honestly, is a
damn good math talk prompt

Decades later, I have taught
a lot
of students
that they
can
do the math

(even if they have to turn their paper over,
draw some dots
and count)

Big Bold Ideas

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

You can read the first part of this: 5 Minutes Until Writing Class here, from yesterday’s post.

The third-grade teacher starts writing by reminding the students of the work we have been doing with Literary Essay, and telling them how exciting it is that they are ready to lift the level of their work, trying it out with some of their favorite books. I’m ready to help her co-create the anchor chart with them while we do a class example using Because of Winn Dixie – she’s taking the lead in our co-teaching adventure.

“What are some things you remember about Because of Winn Dixie, or the character Opal?” She asks the kids, and they turn to talk together. As the chapter of turn and talk begins, we hear one voice rise above the others. This third-grader who used to stop me in the hall when she was in first grade just to tell me a joke, says clearly without a trace of sarcasm, “There. Was. A. Dog.”

. . .

Students are working on their graphic organizers, thinking about their favorite book and making claims about the character’s trait or change, or lesson learned in the book. This is hard work! I walk around leaning in, checking in, coaching in.

One student has written “wis(end.)”

“Oh!” I smile, “Are they wisened? Did they change to be wise at the end of the book?” I ask, thinking that maybe that word, wisened, could go in the character change part of the graphic organizer too.

“Yea,” he says. “In the beginning, he is just a clumsy mouse with sandals.”

At the next desk set, a third-grader is doing her work with the book Blended. I have seen this book before, but haven’t read it, and I think it has some complex themes.

She is working really hard, and thinks that maybe this character doesn’t change.

I know that books at this level almost always have some sort of character change, so I’m going to have to push her thinking a bit. I quickly scan the back cover, and flip through pages while I ask her a few questions.

“She is an optimist,” she tells me. “She’s an optimist and she stays an optimist. She still has to go back and forth to her parents’ houses at the end and she still doesn’t like that.”

“It sounds like she has a lot of hard things in her life.” I point to what I’m reading on the back of the book. “Sometimes in books like this, the change is really an inside change. Does her perspective change maybe?”

Suddenly she is writing, and I ask her a few more questions. I’m just so excited about the conversation!

I say something like “Does she learn anything along the way? Sometimes that can help us notice the way a character changed.”

She looks at me and tells me, “I’m writing the lesson now, and then I’ll write the change.”

She’s so polite, and it’s a good reminder that I need to close my mouth.

I tell her, “I’m so sorry. It’s okay to say, ‘Ms. Gabriel, stop asking me questions and distracting me!’”

She gives me a small smile and finishes her character’s lesson. I think she is going to say something like, “She learned that sometimes in life things are hard but you can do hard things.”

But nope. She writes, “The character learns that even though her parents are two different people, she can still be one.”

I ask to take a picture, because this is amazing, and then she works on her character change claim which she gets to more quickly, “The character changes from feeling like she’s two halves to feeling like she’s whole.”

This is one of many times during the day that I am reminded that kids can do so much. They are such capable, smart, amazing thinkers.

I turn to my next conference. She is working on trying to figure out Piggie in Elephant and Piggie: I’m a Frog.

This one is challenging in a different way, and we are discussing if Piggie really changes in this book.

She thinks maybe Piggie changes from upset to happy. She isn’t wrong, but I think it would be a stretch to write a literary essay about that character change.

I wonder what lesson she thinks Piggie learns in this books — since Piggie is the one who works to teach Elephant something about imagination. But, she says that Piggie learns that there is a negative part in everyone.

Again, she isn’t wrong. But, for the work of the essay, we talk about focusing on Elephant instead, who goes through a more evidenced change, learns a more specific lesson. She ends up taking notes on both characters.

The students are about to start cleaning up, and the teacher and I have a quick reflection.

This work is hard. Have they done enough choice reading this year to do this work? We had encouraged them to find one of each kind of claim: a trait, a change, and a lesson. But, we had also given them an open book choice. We remember that not all books have a character change.

We think, maybe that’s okay. All the kids can find a character trait to write about, and some of them can find a lesson learned, and a few of them can find a character change.

The students clean up their writing supplies, I say goodbye to the class, and walk out looking forward to our next time together.

5 Minutes Until Writing Class

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

I walked into third-grade today still laughing from the morning announcement joke, which really set me up extra for finding so much joy with these amazing third-graders.

“Are you coming for Slice of Life?” One asked me, and I said “It breaks my heart to say no, but we are going to have fun doing more literary essay work!”

Another student stopped suddenly in front of me. “How did you get here already?” She said.

“It’s my Slice-of-Life spidey sense, I guess!” I told her, laughing.

They were finishing up their slice of life morning writing as I wandered around, talking to kids, seeing what they were writing about. I stopped at one boy’s desk. He wasn’t writing, instead he was clicking dates on a Chromebook calendar. Click. Click. Click. Click…

“Oooo!” I said. “Are you done with your slice of life? Can I see?”

“We aren’t supposed to share them.” He told me, and went back to his clicking.

I grinned. “Even with teachers?” I asked. Another student at his table explained that they share it with their teachers.

I laughed as I told the story to their teacher a minute later. And she laughed as she said, “I told them not to share the google presentation with people! I’m glad he was listening, but that’s a pretty literal way to take it.”

Soon the classroom was filling with the other third-grade class. We have been co-co-teaching with the three teachers and two classrooms for as many of the literary essay lessons as we can. (Can I call it co-co-teaching? I’d like to.)

The other class brought their books, folders and notebooks with them and as they got settled in, I was chatting with a few of them about their book selections. One student had two Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone books in front of her: A regular paperback, and the fancy illustrated edition.

“Oh! I love those illustrated versions!” I told her.

“I’ve read this,” she said as she pointed to the illustrated version. “But, not this.” She said, pointing to the paperback.

“They are the same book!” I assured her, smiling.

She was not convinced.

“Well,” I clarified, “they both have the same words.”

She looked at me with a critical eye and then started to compare the books page by page. She was a good investigator. She took a careful look at a few pages from throughout the story. I think she believed my theory, but there was something about her expression that made me feel like this had made her rethink so many things about life.

One of the teachers announced to her class, “Remember, we brought our supplies so we can use them later. So for now they should be on the carpet.”

One of her kids said dramatically, “One last hug!” And hugged his book before putting it on the carpet in front of him.

I laughed (again!) and then it was time for writing to start.

Questions (for you, IF you’ve ever been a teacher)

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

You know how when you
Know better you
Do better?

I’m just wonder if after that,
knowing new stuff and
doing that new better stuff…

What happens?


Because
someone is sure to tell you to
Know a
New
thing …
Would doing that new thing be
even
better?

What if the new better thing is now actually the old thing you did before you knew better and did better?

I know what you want to tell me.
It starts with an Re
ends with a search

Okay! I’m in!
Research …

That means we will be using
peer-reviewed research for
all
the
things, right?

Hello?

Hello?

SATs

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This slice is part of  the 17th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge on  Two Writing Teachers! #sol24 I’m slicing every day this month, for the 11th year! Wahoo!!! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

It’s no secret: I’m no fan of standardized tests. But, I am a fan of my son so when he asked me to sit with him tonight to do a practice SAT, I was happy to oblige. I have a lot of reflections, but honestly – watching someone take a practice SAT is exhausting.

So here’s an SAT for you. Good luck!

1. What is the best way to complete this sentence in standard English?

If you haven’t sat next to my son as he takes a practice SAT ____.

A) , I dare you to try.

B) then you might not know the truth. He’s smarter than he thinks he is, and probably smarter than you.

C) how can you call yourself his parent?

D) All of the above

2. What is the theme, or lesson of the following short story?

One evening a mom sat with her 17 year old as he completed one more practice SAT before test day. He had asked for her help, but didn’t really want her to talk. So, she stared at the screen, happy when she knew an answer, which was not often once he got to the math sections. The English part was okay, although she wasn’t sure why the SAT folks think that commas and semicolons are so very important. She wondered if the SATs were this tricky when she was in high school, and what would happen if adults had to keep taking the SATs every few years.

She made some vegan Mac and cheese for dinner since her son was hangry. But she had to do it in short intervals since she didn’t want to miss any of the riveting practice questions. Luckily there was a break between the English sections and the math sections! When the math started, her son answered math questions the same way he has always answered math questions: with strategies that to the untrained ear sound like they would never result in the right answer, but somehow they do. The mom found herself daydreaming, remembering her son in elementary school solving multiplication problems.

“Maybe she should record him solving a problem,” she thought, since she could never make up an example of his problem-solving to explain it to other people. She was jolted from her daydream by the expletives muttered to the computer screen. Her son has recently been certain that there’s no way he will get into college. The stress was high! The test clock ticked and the questions got harder. Her son was tired, feeling rushed. He finally stated it would be better for his mental health and skipped the last few tricky math problems. But, he still got a higher score than she had decades earlier.

A) Moms who sit by their 17 year-olds doing SATs deserve an honorary 1600 on the SATs.

B) Math algorithms aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, and neither are SATs.

C) If you want to succeed in life, make sure you really, really, really, really understand commas and semicolons; i.e. grammar is probably the most important part of reading and writing (and actually life.)

D) Extra time is a great testing accommodation, but we should really think of a way to let kids curse at their computers while they are testing.

3. If a student were researching testing by taking notes on this website and wanted to prove that moms are better than SATs, which note would be the best data point?

A) She was jolted from her daydream by the expletives

B) Her son was tired, feeling rushed and skipped the last few tricky math problems, but still got a higher score than she had decades earlier.

C) semicolons are very important

D) She made some vegan Mac and cheese for dinner since her son was hangry.

The Not-So-Gentle Tug of Empathy

Part of Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life

Today
My dog, Finnegan
wanted to stop and sniff
More snow
I was running late
and I told him
again
that we needed to go home
I tugged
I won
we went
but my heart broke
a little for
Finnegan
even though my tug was gentle

I re-realized, a truth
I am not made for this sort of
stuff
This having a dog stuff

I realize
re-realized
isn’t a
real
word
but one I’ve
real-ized
because I re-realize
too often —
this empathy problem

Wouldn’t it be cool if I could syphon off just a bit of my empathy?
Give it to other people
in need?
When the screen comes up at the grocery store, instead of asking me to round up for charity, it could say
Would you care to offload some of your empathy?

I’d totally do it
So that
Every day at school
When kids are
Hurt
Or even
Gently tugged
Or
God, when they are
Misunderstood
In trouble
I wouldn’t have to re-realize a truth
I am not made for this sort of stuff
this teaching stuff

I think about a conversation I overheard months ago
between two first-graders on the back of the rug

Wanna come to my house after school?

No.

(Pause
Head Down)


Can we go to your house?

No.

Heartbreaking.

One day a few months ago, I was driving to one meeting or another
trying to convince myself to
let it go
to
not care about an issue
that had been getting me riled up
and then I re-realized that I work with
real kids
and their
real teachers
so instead of letting it go
I cried the whole way to my meeting

This is not an interview
I’m not trying to bamboozle you
My greatest weakness?
Oh, I care
too much
.

I’m just saying
I’m not made for this sort of stuff
I do care
too much.

Heartbreaking.

Have You Ever Been in First Grade for Writing?

Part of Slice of Life on Two Writing Teachers

First graders started an informational writing unit today.

Have you been in first grade for writing?

The first lesson introduces them with a “drumroll” to get them excited about writing teaching books. I’m wondering if they even need a drumroll, because first-graders bring their own drumroll.

We started by investigating the difference between the storytelling they have been doing and the teaching books they were about to start.

Almost right away, a girl sitting on the front of the rug was smiling.

“I’ve been waiting for this all year,” she told me. “I knew it would happen. I’ve had something I’ve been waiting to write about!”

See? Drumroll.

I asked her what she wanted to write about and she explained how she wanted to teach people how to make the special bracelets she could make.

We talked about teaching books, I planned out a book about having pets, I showed them how to collect some ideas of things they could write about. At first my authentic on-the-spot idea generation went just fine —

“I could write about pets, yes. But I’m also thinking of things I love to do. I could write about road trips! What else could I write about? I could think of places I love. Oh! I could write a book to teach all about Ocean City!”

But then I was stuck. I needed them to help me with some things they think I might be an expert at.

“What do you love? What could you write about? Maybe I can get an idea from you. Sometimes writers need to hear ideas to think of ideas.”

“You could write about what to do at the beach,” someone said.

And then, like they know my own heart, a first-grader suggested I could write about how to take care of things like markers and how you need to put the cap fully on.

“Do you mean I could write about school supplies? Did you know I love school supplies? Did you know I definitely can write a teaching book all about school supplies?”

Then it was time for the kids to record some ideas for their own teaching books.

Most kids got right to work. They wanted to write about pets, and crafts, and video games and glass, and lightning — and school supplies.

A few kids had to think for a moment.

One girl was stuck. Her head was down.

I asked her all the questions.

“What do you like to do when you aren’t at school?”

Silence

“Do you have a favorite game or craft?”

Silence

“Do you love a certain kind of food?

Silence

I interrupted the whole class to remind them all of some of the things they could be thinking about, and to give this girl a moment to hear the idea starters again.

I walked away to give her space, but practically ran back over when I noticed she was writing something on her page.

She was still looking grouchy, but she asked, “How do you spell Myrtle Beach?”

*****

Before writing we had number corner math, and before that we had morning meetings complete with sharing.

Have you been in first grade for sharing?

One boy shared that he was so excited for snow. He can’t wait to play in the snow.

“Did you know it is snowing right now?” Another student asked him.

“Did you see there was some snow on the ground this morning?” The teacher asked the class.

“I didn’t even look in my backyard when I woke up,” a student on the rug said.

A kid still at a table stopped eating his breakfast to tell the class, “I do not even want to tell you guys how much snow was in my backyard! It was a lot.”

Then everyone joined in.

“I can’t wait to sled and build a snowman!”

“And throw snowballs!”

“And catch snow on my tongue!”

The snow was a big deal. You should have have been there later when we were doing some dictation spelling, really working hard on following directions. Someone noticed that it was snowing again.

Have you been in first grade when they notice the snow out the window?

*****

After students generated some ideas for writing, we brought them back to the rug to write a class book.

I started with an idea.

“I was thinking that that we could write something together that we are all experts on. You all come to school each day. How many of you think you can be an expert on what it means to be a first-grader? Put a thumb up if you think you could teach someone about coming to school.”

Maybe 3 kids put their thumbs up. I wouldn’t describe them as excited or even engaged.

“But then this morning,” I added, “you all were talking a lot about snow. I wonder if maybe this is a class of experts about snow. Thumbs up if you think you could help teach about snow.”

Almost everyone held their thumb up. A teaching book about snow it was! Students partnered up and talked about what could be in our book. “Sledding! Snow pants! No school!”

Then, we decided together that we would need a sections: What you can do in the snow; what to wear in the snow; what not to do in the snow; what you have to do in the snow. Then we planned out what kinds of things might go in each section.

I thought the category of “what you have to do in the snow” would be full of things like shoveling, dressing warmly, even canceling school. But when we got to that section, the brainstorm went a little differently.

“So what do we have to do when it snows?” I asked.

“Go outside!”

“Play outside!

“Hmmm,” I said. “That’s a pretty cool way to think of this section. Maybe we have to change what we are calling this part, but I actually really like the voice you are adding here. What do we have to do when it snows? Play, of course!”

“You also have to have hot cocoa,” a student added.

I wrote these down on our note collector under the document camera, and when I wrote “Have hot cocoa,” the kids cheered. I think they were excited we were changing the category to what kids say you have to do when it snows.

We had done a lot in writing, and it was time for math.

“But. But. We didn’t WRITE!” I heard my friend from the front of the carpet exclaim. She looked at me with so much disappointment.

I reminded her with a smile that we had planned a lot of our writing, and written our idea sheet, and started our class book.

But note to self – more writing time, more writing time, more writing time.

Tomorrow they will write their first teaching books, about the things they decide to write, about the things they think they are experts on. I can’t wait to see what they write.

I mean, a book about glass?

Have you ever been with a first-grade expert writing a teaching book about glass?

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