Sunny Sunday

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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. 🙂

A sunny Sunday
might remind you that
even a
short
walk in the crisp air
surrounded by blue sky and
trees still winter-brown
near the cold water
is like a breath of
spring

it
won’t
be winter forever

it won’t

and most importantly,
even teenagers
need
to skip rocks

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)

A Unique Week

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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 a unique week,” was a joke my ex and I used to make
after we realized that
every
week
was a “unique week”
where he was too busy with work
to do anything else
Red flags anyone?

And this is certainly
a unique
week
note: a unique “week” can be a week, a day, a month, a year, a decade, a life…

I’ve written
during
unique
weeks before

I’ve written exhausted when
my kids took turns with fevers and staying home from school
and only wanting to sleep by my side

I’ve written frustrated when
school made me angry with standardized tests and standardized curriculum and standardized decisions

I’ve written devastated when
My friend was sick, and when she was dying
and a lot when I miss her

I’ve written burnt out when
There was a world-wide pandemic, when I had already been at my computer for 12 hours straight

I’ve written heartbroken when
I was betrayed, and when my marriage was ending
and a lot when it was over

If you need to
write
during a
unique
week
I have some tips:

If you
can
just write the truth

If you need to keep it
confidential,
protect yourself, your students, someone you love,
not get fired…
Well then you might need to
Write in
metaphor
or
in poetry
or
in old stories that mean
new things

Write about something
that is really
something else
There’s power there

Or, write about how you wish you could
write about
the unique
week
but
can’t

You need to
just write

Knock Knock Knock

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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. 🙂

One night not long ago, I thought I heard a gentle knock on the door.
It was pretty late for a knock on the door, and I really hoped I was just hearing things. But, I heard it again, so I took a deep breath, summoned my courage and went to check it out. I reassured myself that it wasn’t a loud panicked knock.

As soon as I rounded the corner, I realized who it was. This was no scary night time problem! (Phew!)

It was just my cat, Talula, playing fetch with herself by throwing her favorite toy down the steps, retrieving it, walking back up the steps, and throwing it again. She’s a quiet cat so all you hear of her game is the bounce, bounce, bounce of the ball.

Which sounds a lot like a gentle knock, knock, knock on the door.

I remembered that this happened before, when the kids and I were playing a game in the dining room and thought someone was knocking on the door.

That was the first time we heard her do it, we set up a camera and caught her playing her clever game. Now we hear it every day, and know exactly what she’s doing.

She’s always loved to play fetch. Her favorite toy used to be a curled up pipe cleaner. Now, it’s a fun ball with a tail that she got for Christmas, and had to re-stock recently. I do wonder how many of those toys might be lost under my couch.

I know I find them on and at the bottom of the steps every day.

Often as I’m settling into bed I hear that bounce, bounce, bounce on the steps.

There’s something so sweet about it. She has a favorite toy, loves to play fetch, and can seemingly entertain herself!

There’s something so sad about it. I hope she likes to play alone, now that she’s the only cat.

She seems more personable — can you say that about a cat? She seems more… catable… now that she’s the only cat.

I hope she isn’t lonely, now that she’s the only cat.

I thinks she’s happy, now that she’s the only cat. When the dog is not around, she’s chatty, playful and snuggly, and she asks me to play fetch with her more. (Maybe she doesn’t want to make him feel bad since she is so much better at fetch than he is.)

Last night as I was settling in for bed, I heard the bound, bounce bounce. A minute later I looked down and saw my invitation.

If you’ve ever had a cat friend, you know this is no light request. You don’t deny those big cat eyes!

I threw it for her, and was surprised when I saw her across the room taking a rest instead of requesting more of her favorite game.

But a few minutes later I heard the bounce, bounce, bounce once again.

It’s a sweet sound to fall asleep to.

Talula
I hope she likes to play alone
She’s more personable on her own —
More playful, snuggly when the dog’s not home
I hope she’s not lonely, being alone

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

Slice of LIfe
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)

Slice of LIfe
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

Slice of LIfe
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…)