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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?

My dog, Finn

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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. 🙂

If you see me walking around the neighborhood with my dog, Finn, there are a few things you have to understand.

I’ll tell you those things, but now I want to sing it.

If you see me walking by
With my dog on a leash
Look away, baby, look away.

(Couldn’t help it.)

He loves to sniff, and likes to stop often. But that’s not the issue. My ankle has been giving me problems, so I might be hobbling slowly along. But, that is also not the issue. Strangely enough, the fact that I will most likely be holding a bag of poop is also not the issue you need to understand.

You will see me talking to him along the way. It might even be in an odd accent you’ve never heard me speak in during my human interactions.

“Finny,” I might say, “You are the bestest dog.” That’s pretty normal, for dog folks, I think.

But I might also try to have a little extra conversation with him.

“Your birthday bandana is so handsome on you! You have to wear it a few more days since it’s your birthday week, Finny!”

I might even ask him questions, like, “Do you think I should try to do my work as soon as I get home, Finny? Or should I maybe sit on the couch and read? Or, I could write!”

The most embarrassing thing though, is that most likely, my “loyal” pooch will be totally ignoring me, sniffing his nose into the sun and all the leaf piles, wagging his tail, and checking out the neighborhood. Sometimes if I’m very insistent, saying “Finnegan. Don’t you want to look at me? Remember I’m the one walking you!” He will reluctantly turn his head just a little and look at me with dissapointment.

He’s embarrassed to be seen with me, I think.

Sometimes I put my AirPods in and listen to a book or a podcast, but then I feel bad for ignoring him. But something tells me that’s the way he prefers his walks.

Please understand —

If I look like I’m plugged into my AirPods, ignoring my dog, that is because of how he wants it! If you see my dog ignoring me, that is because he has an attitude, and doesn’t want me to bother him on our walks. It’s embarrassing.

So…

If you see me walking by
With my dog on a leash
Look away, baby, look away…
And if we meet on the streets someday
And I don’t know what to say (to my dog)
Look away, baby, look away
Don’t look at me
I don’t want you to see me this way

Here are a few pictures of the bestest dog with an attitude:

Sunday Poems, on the End of Spring Break

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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. 🙂

6-word
Spring break’s over, Sunday scaries begin.

Haiku
Sunshine breaks Snow squalls
Blue skies deceptively cold
Clouds come again now

Limerick
There once was a teacher feeling nothing but dread
She couldn’t get organized for the week ahead!
Work was the right thing to do –
She’s supposed to do it too –
But she watched a movie instead

Ballad
Though spring break is ending
And work will start so soon
I can’t help but keep relaxing
So these last hours won’t’ be in ruin

Elegy
O break! My break! My spring break is done
The relaxing is over now, our freedom reduced to none
I am resigned to set alarms, drink coffee still in a sleepy fog
and I’ll go to work with a smile, walking the halls instead of my dog
But O couch! My couch!
Where in the corner I love to read
I promise I’ll be back, since more relaxing I surely need

Ode
Ode to Spring Break

We anticipated your start
and now regret your end
roadtrips filled our heart
and relaxing was our best friend

Your days were full of warm sun
until the rain, and today’s snow squall
It’s like the weather knew you were done
And spring break’s spring never happened at all!

Spring break, Could you stay another weak?
It’s just a small, polite request
A tiny bit of scheduling, a calendar tweak
That would surely be the best

It’s just because I love you
that I’m asking you to stay —
Or send a big storm, it’s the least you can do
and they’ll have to call a snow day.

“I’m Riding with the Big Boys Now!”

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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. 🙂

When I walked into the Ohio rest stop bathroom, I heard someone chatting. She had a southern accent, and I couldn’t tell if she was talking to someone else in the bathroom, to herself, or on the phone. That might sound weird, but I was trying not to pay attention to her, and there was someone else in the bathroom, so who could tell?

“…drove 600 miles yesterday.” I heard her say, and I didn’t hear anyone respond.

When I went to wash my hands, I noticed that she was on the phone. Phew! At least she wasn’t having a long conversation with herself in the ladies room of a rest stop.

I couldn’t help but focus on what she was saying, and her amazing southern voice made it extra interesting to be honest. (I love listening to people speaking in different accents!)

“Yesterday I hitched the trailer up by myself for the first time. It felt great.” She said.

Then she added, “I’m riding with the big boys now!”

I glanced at her noticing her casual jeans and ball cap, as I walked to meet my sons. I couldn’t stop smiling. I don’t know how many female truck drivers there are, although my google search later tells me that it was under 5% in 2021, but in 2022 it went up to 14%. Still, I don’t see many driving trucks I pass on my road trips. So, maybe that’s why I was so proud of this stranger and couldn’t help but laugh with the joy of hearing her own pride come through in her phone call.

My two sons wondered why I was smiling and laughing when I met them outside the restroom, so I tried to explain what I had heard.

“I’m riding with the big boys now!” I ended, trying to do the southern accent without sounding like I was mocking anyone.

“I can’t be sure, but I think this woman was a new truck driver. It was cool to hear her so proud of herself! ‘I’m riding with the big boys now!’”

The boys rolled their eyes at me, as is their often reaction. At first I was annoyed by their apathy about this story, this woman. Then I wondered if maybe it was a good thing that they didn’t think this was unusual.

Maybe they don’t think it’s anything worth talking about because they just aren’t surprised by badass women.

(They do live with me, you know…)

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.

What do you notice on a quiet day?

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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. 🙂

What do you notice on a quiet day?


I passed a man on the phone outside of Home Goods
Heard him say calmly,
“Well, the big thing for me is, I got blood vessel deterioration in the brain.”

I kept repeating his words in my head, I didn’t want to lose them
Well, the big thing for me is, I got blood vessel deterioration in the brain.Well, the big thing for me is, I got blood vessel deterioration in the brain.Well, the big thing for me is, I got blood vessel deterioration in the brain.Well, the big thing for me is, I got blood vessel deterioration in the brain.Well, the big thing for me is, I got blood vessel deterioration in the brain…

Just before, there had been an elderly woman with her daughter ahead of me.
The checkout lady tried to convince her get the store credit card.
Her daughter was silent.
Was she even paying attention?
As her mom was about to sign-up she finally spoke,
”Mom. It’s a credit card. Do you want a credit card?”
I had wondered if this was the daughter’s technique.
Was she giving her elderly mom independence?
Or, was she annoyed and ignoring?
Either way she stepped in.

Now, I see them walking to their car ahead of me,
the mother’s arm in her daughter’s.

I walked to my car thinking about how
fleeting life is.
Everyone gets old.
Blood vessels deteriorate.
I’m the daughter who will help my mother to the car.
I’m the mother who will one day put my arm in my daughters.
Oh, and also, how death is around the corner.

That’s when I told myself to
stop noticing
so much.
What we notice makes our world, I guess.
So, I told myself to notice the sun,
blue sky
crisp air
instead.

On the drive home I wondered
would it be easier to
not notice?
Maybe it’s better to go through life
in the moment
not making connections and stories.

Or, would I rather be this
person who notices too much?

And also – I really hope that man’s blood vessel situation is treatable.



A Hullabaloo

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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. 🙂

“Oh,” I remind my son, “Your TJ Maxx bags are back there too.”

“My God, mom. Can you just let me bring things in without it being such a hullabaloo?”

As I walk in with the Trader Joe’s bags, I think to myself how the things you might say to your friends and they would either think nothing of, or literally thank you for saying are things that can make teenagers so very, very, very mad at you.

That, or, my friends are just constantly repressing their absolute annoyance at me.

There’s nothing like parenting teenagers to make you wonder if you are a regular person with friends who actually love and appreciate you… or maybe you are actually an annoying, ridiculous, strict, rule-following, rule-making-up embarrassment to society.

I tell my 14 year-old this idea that he gets so mad at things that when I say to adults, they usually thank me. He needs an example, of course, and I point out how just a couple minutes before he was so mad when I reminded him there were other bags in the back seat.

He explains that it makes him feel stupid when I give him reminders of things he obviously knows. This is a valid feeling, but I remind him that there is no way I’d ever think he was stupid.

This tends to be how parenting goes these days.

At least they balance it out with being super sweet, and also hilarious.

“I’m just trying to teach you how to be a person!” I said recently, after my 14 year old was so annoyed by the way I was trying to help him figure out how and what to pack for a trip.

“I’m already more of a person than—” he started and I raised my eyebrows.

“Than Finn will ever be!” he finished, naming our dog, of course.

They’re stuck with me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just might need extra reminders (for the next few years) from adults that the things I’m saying are rational, normal things.

And if they aren’t, just lie to me and say they are. Or, at the very least, break it to me gently that I am actually as weird as my kids think I am.

Pour Over

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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’ve been burned before by Airbnb listings that say there is coffee but there isn’t, so I was sure to double check before leaving for this last Airbnb.

“There is! Fair trade and organic” was the host’s answer, so I was happy to not have to pack coffee.

I smile when I see the coffee maker, though.

It’s not that I can’t figure out the mechanics of this pour over coffee maker, it’s that I don’t know what the ratio of coffee to water is, and it looks like that’s a metal filter, but there are also paper filters, and it’s already bedtime. I really should figure it out now.

Time to find the coffee. Fortunately, this particular cabinet is labeled.

Unfortunately, the coffee is not what I expected.

Fortunately, I know how to use a coffee grinder. It just makes me laugh. Also, now I need to figure it out before bed so the sound of the grinding coffee doesn’t wake everyone up too early in the morning.

Somehow google is not as helpful as I want it to be. It’s all complicated diagrams and things in grams. The electric kettle they show does almost exactly match the one next to the coffeemaker though, so that’s good news.

I decide to just estimate the amount, and use the advice I see to wet the paper filter.

Unfortunately the coffee grinder doesn’t seem to work. Fortunately, that’s just the outlet.

In the morning my daughter gets the coffee party started. We enjoy the time figuring out an outlet for the kettle and the ratio of the coffee, and then watching the water drip, drip, drip.

We agree that this is a little like Little House on the Prairie, especially because this Airbnb doesn’t have any paper towels, or kitchen towels, or plastic trash bags for wet coffee filters. I hand a dripping rinsed coffee mug to her and she says, “At least Ma had like a rag to dry things off. Or, did she use an apron?”

None of it matters though, because I would drip hot water over any kind of coffee beans, ground or not in order to sit with my college daughter for coffee any morning, any time.

The next morning, she’s back at her dorm. I’m making coffee myself missing her. The boys and I will be checking out of this Airbnb any minute.

I watch the coffee drip, drip, drip.

I wonder why watching coffee slowly drip is something I can only appreciate on vacation.

I throw the wet coffee filter into the plastic bag we brought from our dinner last night.

My daughter texts me that she made her espresso this morning and actually kinda misses the fun coffee drip method.

And I write.

(And now my coffee is cold.)