Winter Break Slice-A-Day Challenge #1

I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!

Twas two nights before the holiday - my birthday as well
Not a creature was healthy, one by one we fell
The stockings and tree were up, the gifts were wrapped
In hopes that by Christmas, the germs would be zapped

The children were taking turns with the virus
While visions of sleep passed on, right by us
And mamma passed out saltines, and ginger ale too
While we all patiently waited to feel healthy anew

When the holidays come, in just two days time
I hope we can spring from our beds, feeling just fine
We'll fly down the steps, and drink the coffee we need
Who will be the first to feel 100%? Who will take the lead?

 

A slice of a piece of laundry – haiku

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers

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I notice this shirt
folding the clothing tonight
it stands for my son

He loves wearing this
message T, to school where he
practices control

Self control! Impulse!
yelling, pedantic, stubborn
loud, obnoxious some

I notice this pin
carefully clipped for safety
righteous kid, caring

Helpful! Sensitive!
standing up for his ideals
his ideas, his wants

I notice this pin
I notice this message T
I notice my son

 

A slice of Fortunately/Unfortunately

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers

I think it’s time for another “Fortunately/Unfortunately” summarizing poem– learned from Sara Holbrook (@saraholbrook) at a wonderful inservice years ago. With many apologies to Sara Holbrook, I will try this again (I did it for a slice a couple of summers ago and then again last March.) First write using the words Fortunately and Unfortunately… Then revise taking out extra words. Here we go! 

Wow. It seems I’m a once a month slicer instead of a once a week slicer.
Fortunately, I am writing
Unfortunately, I am tired
Fortunately, the kids are asleep and the house is quiet
Unfortunately, that is rare

When I drove into the garage, the Christmas tree lights were off and I knew it was time for a Fortunately/Unfortunately.
Fortunately, the lights went back on and I saw my smiling son at the lightswitch
Unfortunately, he was turning the lights on and off and making a chewing motion, “The puppy chewed the lights.”
Fortunately, my husband remained relatively calm as he searched for the broken strand
Unfortunately, it was an annoying puzzle of lights, wires, branches and ornaments

I started loading the dishwasher, grumpy to do the chore once again.
Fortunately, the kitchen smelled like apple pie.
Unfortunately, my 10 year old said “Doesn’t that smell good? I made a scrap pie.”
Fortunately, I remained calm
Unfortunately, he made more dirty dishes

The big kids took the dog on a much-needed walk, and I went to help with the tree puzzle
Fortunately, the dog walk meant the dog wasn’t there to bother us as we worked
Unfortunately, the ends were hard to find, the ornaments kept falling
Fortunately, my youngest son sat and read a chapter book –A chapter book!
Unfortunately, the electrical tape was yellow, the plastic gate was ugly

Later, after dinner, but before the wild ruckus, the scrap pie was served.
Fortunately the big kids liked it
Unfortunately there are still scrap pie dishes to be done
Fortunately the boys read to each other after dinner
Unfortunately it got loud after that with wrestling, fort-building, piano playing “fun”

After school work and playtime, we snuggled in to read a few holiday books.
Fortunately it was before 9:00
Unfortunately It was almost 10:00 by the time I got back downstairs
Fortunately I was still awake…enough to work, to write
Unfortunately, I need to go to bed

TAKE 2:

Wow a once a month slicer
I am writing
I am tired
the house is quiet
that is rare

Drove into the garage, tree lights off
lights back on
my smiling son at the light switch
making a chewing motion, “The puppy chewed the lights.”
husband relatively calm
searched for the broken strand
a puzzle of lights, wires, branches and ornaments

I started loading the dishwasher
the kitchen smelled like apple pie.
my 10 year old said “Doesn’t that smell good? I made a scrap pie.”
I remained calm
he made more dirty dishes

The big kids took the dog
I went to help with the tree puzzle
dog wasn’t there as we worked
ends hard to find, ornaments kept falling
youngest son sat, read a chapter book –A chapter book!
the electrical tape was yellow, the plastic gate was ugly

After dinner, before the wild ruckus, the scrap pie was served.
big kids liked it
still scrap pie dishes to be done
boys read to each other
got loud after that with wrestling, fort-building, piano playing “fun”

After, we snuggled in
read a few holiday books
before 9:00
almost 10:00 I got back downstairs
still awake…enough to work, to write
I need to go to bed

A slice of time

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers.

 

I’m listening to The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert as I drive to pick up E from school. I have to use my time this way you see…I only have 4 days left on my digital library loan. Once your loan ends, the book just disappears! As a fast reader, this is a new problem for me. I listen more slowly than I read, I guess. I have it at x 1.25 speed, but still, it takes me longer. I am loving this epic story.

The car next to me keeps going at the red light. He is inches away from hitting the car that is turning left from our right. Inches. I am pressing my brake extra hard as if I can control his car. He stops, She keeps going, he backs up, next to me again.

I watch the woman he almost hit as she passes. I wonder what her expression will be. Terror? Anger? Frustration? Forgiveness?

Nope. She just drives away. Is it possible that she didn’t notice?

I turn and watch the man in the car as he finishes backing up. I wonder what his expression will be. Anger? Embarrassment? Sorrow? Relief?

Nope. He just puts his car in gear, looks down, maybe texts something?

The light changes. He speeds away. I follow, bewildered.

I will have to rewind my audiobook now.

A slice of complaining

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers.

There's a lot to celebrate - that's true
pumpkin spice, red leaves fall, sweater weather - 
just to name a few.

But the air is still -- slightly sticky.
I'm feeling annoyed and more than 
a little bit picky. 

My complaints vary -- and that's the truth
From the bear in my neighborhood
to the mistreatment of youth.

I can't keep quiet, for instance
about a certain adult who 
can't see my child's brilliance.

She tells him his art is a mistake
And he gets sent out of the room
if he speaks up to that flake.

I know I'm sounding brutal
but my kindness -- thus far
it just seems so futile. 

So I'm done being nice -- for now
I need to speak up
and get my points across somehow.

And there are more complaints to be spoken 
About grading, and time, and ---
Listen, I'm rhyming not joking.

I know my next complaint -- it isn't proper
It deals with Data, and how 
we need to put in the stopper!

"Too much data!" -- I want to scream
Let's stop the madness and wake up
from this rigorous dream. 

The children in my classroom aren't data points for you
Their each and every word and action
aren't plots or lines or graphs to do.

Please let them be - let them read!
Let them write, and make mistakes too, 
work and play is what they need!

Now, of course I know - I hope you understand
That there are things I have to do 
things the state has planned.

And obviously I must be sure to mention
That assessments help me check in with kids
and give the proper things attention. 

But data for data, is a pet peeve of mine
If it isn't friendly and useful then,
It was a waste of our time.

Worst complaint of all? --I can't finish this piece
I'm complaining too slowly 
because I keep falling asleep.

I think it's because I'm busy, you see
Teaching, parenting, parenting, teaching
leaves little time for sleeping for me.

I hear your thoughts, dear reader of mine
Maybe she should shush down, go to sleep 
and then all will be fine. 

Fine. 
Goodnight.

A slice of my responsive teaching desk

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers.

 

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My desk before Reader’s Workshop yesterday
Responsive Teacher
Messy Teacher
Hardworking Teacher
Tired Teacher
Assessments, data, mini-lessons, conferences, strategy groups, read aloud,
p
lanning, teaching, demonstration pages, Anchor charts,
Engagement Inventories, grading…*
Tired Teacher
Hardworking Teacher
Messy Teacher
Responsive Teacher

*Wait. Is this a song?**

Mini Lessons, then confer, group your kids, hope goals Transfer
Anchor charts, assessment data, demonstration pages
Read to self, read aloud, ELA will make us proud
Essential questions, inquiry, hope your work engages

Understandings, knows and do’s, google docs – no time to snooze
Study data, write it down, buy some stock in post-its
Reader’s Notebooks, more directions, closely read the text collections
Follow kids and write them back, love those kids the mostest

We didn’t start — we’re trying!
Students, geared for learning
as the year starts turning
We didn’t start — we’re trying
Workshop’s just beginning
Soon we will be winning!

Find a book, check it out, ask a question if in doubt
Whole group meetings, someday lists, readers make plans
Talk to kids, give high fives, workshop norms and reading lives
Much to do to get a classroom full of reading fans!

We didn’t start — we’re trying!
Students, geared for learning
as the year starts turning
We didn’t start — we’re trying
Workshop’s just beginning
Soon we will be winning!

**My apologies to Billy Joel and my thanks to Mr. Thought who is somehow an expert on the meter and rhyme of We Didn’t Start the Fire, as in: “I used to sing this all the time in 1990. I had the whole thing memorized.”

A slice of Right now

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers.

 

I know it's not a good idea to multi-task... 
but I would love to be able to write my slice as I'm going through my day.
This morning's play by play slice would be something like this: 

Right now I am. . . 

Wishing my computer would connect to the internet so I can print my sub plans
Talking to helpdesk on the phone while my students watch announcements
Restarting chrome
Restarting chrome
Restarting chrome
Trying firefox
Giving up
Realizing that now I can't project a "Right Now" slice 
as a model for my class
Taking out my phone to use instead
Copying part of a "Right Now" slice onto the board
Sending students off to try their own. 
Hoping my computer works for the next class
Teaching teaching teaching
Restarting Chrome
Failing at technology
Worrying about printing afternoon plans
Sharing my sloppily written whiteboard slice with my other class
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Wishing  my doc cam worked
Challenging Students to write a bunch of "ing" verbs and then 
to finish the thoughts
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Taking on the challenge myself on the whiteboard.
Wondering about the one table of boys who hasn't noticed 
that everyone else is writing or watching me write.
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Joking with students
Having fun
Making mistakes
Modelling slice-writing
Being flexible
Learning with kids
Teaching Writing

 

 

 

 

 

A slice of “There’s That.”

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers.

I’m feeling overwhelmed, you know. My desk is piled.  I’m working so much…my to do list grows and grows, and priorities are hard to make. Reading Pernille today helped me. She says “yet,” and I agree. I’m just not there yet. However, within the beginning of the year stress, there were lovely things about today.  There’s that.

I wrote with my students today. There’s that. We sliced.

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My notebook entry “Slice” written in school today.

I read with my students today. There’s that. The One and Only Ivan. Then Rain Reign with my second reading class. These are the books they voted on. I warned them we would need tissues.

I planned with my friend and colleague  today. There’s that. I’m ready for tomorrow. I am. And beyond! (I am!)

I even made dinner for my family, and took the dog on a walk – with my 13 year-old daughter too. There’s that. The chat with her, I’ll have that every day please.

After getting the kids to bed, I did more work. There’s that. I love my job, I love this work.

And look! I sliced! There’s that.

 

Slices of the second day of school.

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers.

I’m glad Slice of Life is on Tuesdays. I’m glad my school year started yesterday, not on a Tuesday . . . I wouldn’t have wanted to write a slice of life yesterday. It would have gone something like this: 

Can’t sleep, wake up, tired. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. Greet kids, help with lockers, answer a million questions with “I’m not sure. I’ll try to find out.” Over-planned, no time, focus on community. Talk at kids, bore myself. Comfort the overwhelmed, read aloud. Expectations, presentations, rules, rules, rules. Meeting, walk, walk, walk…” 

But today I have slices. Slices that remind me why I love teaching. 

I asked this question: 

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Got great answers: 

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Let me zoom in on one my favorite questions. 

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Later. . .

We had student council elections where the following campaign occurred: 

Student A: Vote for me. I’m going to make this classroom great again! 

Student B: Hey! This classroom is already great!

During reading my classroom library lit up with students taking books, and it made my heart fill. A group of girls came over to me to ask, “Can we take out more than one book? We have books but we want to read this as a book club.” 

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Then in writing we did some quick 6 word memoirs, and that’s when I truly remembered how much I love my job. 

 

I needed those 6 word memoirs…

Tomorrow’s To do list:

  • Finish learning everyone’s name
  • Read
  • Write

Start slow. Take breaths. Work hard.

 

 

 

 

Celebrating Mistakes

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So happy to Celebrate with Ruth Ayres this weekend! 

I've taught 6th grade more than a dozen times before
I just did the fuzzy math, subtracting 
maternity leaves
coaching leave
and my year in second grade 
That's over 500 kids
And thousands of mistakes

Like when I forced kids (well, their parents)
to make a model of a boat for homework
A boat.
For homework.  

And all the times I took away recess when kids needed
you know, 
a break. 
Recess.
When kids needed a break. 

I used to make all the kids
read the same books
and answer comprehension questions
to prove they read the assignment
and write vocabulary sentences
that let them pretend they were learning vocabulary. 
To prove
and pretend. 

So. 
Many.
Mistakes.

I have to celebrate these mistakes, 
because I have learned so much
in this lucky lucky job
that starts over every August. 

I have to celebrate these mistakes, 
because when I made them 
I was doing the best I could
at the time. 

I have to celebrate these mistakes, 
because now I know better
which means now I'm doing the best I can
at the time. 

Which logically means
I'm making more mistakes
to learn from.