Thanks a Million!

I have a quote on my refrigerator uttered by Abraham Lincoln that says, "Whatever you are, be a good one."  I don't know how many times I have stood at my kitchen sink and read this thinking that he had no idea how many things a modern day woman would be trying to be "good at."  That the quote is noble, but unattainable.  And then a split second later I think, what a DUNCE!  Pull yourself together woman.  Your first world "problems" pale in comparison to what this man faced!  But, it was reading this quote on March 16th that put my Slice of Life posts on hiatus.  I stood in my p.j.'s at one o'clock in the morning staring at the fridge.  In that moment I realized that I was trying to do to much and was not being a "good one" in multiple departments.  My children were running amuck, my husband was starting to growl a little, my house was a mess and I was not rockin' it in the classroom.  I was tired and it showed.  My short lived adventure into this wonderful community of writer's was intoxicating and keeping me up way past my bedtime.  I had to make a choice.  I couldn't quite figure out how to be good at making my posts, reading posts (I could never just read 3!) and getting enough zzzzzzzzzz's.  I mentally boxed with myself  for a few days for being such a loser.  It was just 31 days right?  Eventually I admitted defeat and came to grips with the fact that I would not be able to continue the challenge.  I will spend some time trying to figure out what I can do differently next time, and hopefully, be a "good one" when it comes to the challenge next spring.  I learned so much and the experience has invigorated my teaching of writing in the classroom. A special thanks to all of you who shared your writing and encouraged me with your comments.

Photograph by Will, age 3

Lost

     So I was standing in the hall today waiting for my son to get out of school.  All of a sudden a great lead to a story about sitting in the snow while my 3 year old napped in my lap in the middle of a ski run popped into my head.  I reached blindly into my purse and felt around for a pen.  Check.  Then I searched for a piece of paper.  I was sure there would be a pad of post-its in there somewhere.  Nope.  No post-its.  However, I did find my checkbook.  I pulled it out.  Nothing fancy.  Just the checks.  I flipped it over and scribbled down my thoughts.  When I was finished I looked up to see one of the other parents smiling at me.  "Paying bills?" she asked.  I giggled.  "No, just had a great idea for a story.  I didn't want to forget about it."  I dropped the checkbook back in my purse just as my son came bounding out of the classroom, all smiles.


     Hours later I sit here at my desk.  I have spent two hours cleaning my classroom and am ready to sit down and write my slice of life.  I walk over to my purse, open it and start digging around for my checkbook.  Oh yeah, I had taken it out to write a check for Eli's t-shirt.  Hmmmmm.  I find myself back at my desk.  No papers to shuffle through.  No checkbook.  No lead.  Bummer.

Ah ha! Momments

Ah ha! moments I have had since participating in the Slice of Life Writing Challenge.

1. Being part of a writing community is f-u-n, FUN!

2. Positive feedback from my peers inspires me to write again and again and again.

3. Sometimes I can't think of anything to write...until I read what somebody else has written.

4. Making personal connections to other peoples stories is cool.

5. Taking risks as a writer is exciting.

6. It is easier to teach and inspire young writer's when you walk the walk and talk the talk.

Second Grade Spelling Tools

     Second grade writer's need tools.  Practical tools.  When I am writing, whether it be an email, note to parents or my SOL I either have a dictionary handy or my web browser open and ready to search for that word whose spelling escapes me.  I try to point this out to my students regularly.  When I make a mistake or know I am not certain of a words spelling I bring it to my students attention and model how I go about fixing or learning from my mistake.  

     Here are a few of the tools I have found motivate and encourage second grade writer's to move past their fear of misspelling words (which seems to stop them dead in their tracks so many times!) and get down to the business of putting their incredible stories on the page.

1. I teach students to break the word into syllables and write one syllable at a time.  I also encourage them to write a word three different ways (using the different letter combinations they know for making the same sound) and choose the one that looks best.  I have a cute poster I made with these strategies on it to remind students to use them.  Of course it is on my work computer so I will have to post a link to it tomorrow.

2. I give students a form called "I'm not afraid of my words!" to keep in their writing folders.   When they have a big "juicy" word they are trying to spell they write it in the left hand column of their paper.  When I come to conference with them they show me any words they tried to spell and then I write the word correctly in the right hand column.  Afterword we discuss the smart things they did as a speller and the part they have to work on for next time.  I believe this is a Katie Wood Ray strategy.

3. An office.  Students can grab an "office" anytime they need one.  The office has the first 100 sight words they learned in first grade, long and short vowel sounds, beginning blends, word families and our second grade sight word/vocabulary word list which includes number words, days of the week and months of the year.  

What kind of spelling tools do you provide your students?

Life Begins at the End of Your Comfort Zone

     The moon was full and the sky was bright on Thursday evening.  It was not so full and not so bright on Saturday night when I decided to give my new skins and AT gear a whirl and head up one of the beginner runs at our local ski hill sometime after 8 p.m. 


     After having successfully figured out how to put my skins on my ski's as well as put my ski's and boots in touring mode I threw on my backpack, turned on my headlamp and started up the hill with my friend, Chris.  I wasn't really sure what to expect.  I had never "toured" with skins on my ski's before nor had I ever headed out on a nighttime skiing adventure.  I thought it would be a lot like cross country skiing.


     For the record, "skinning" up a hill is nothing like cross country skiing. It is more like walking with two concrete blocks attached to your feet.  Not at the beginning so much, but certainly by the time you climb a thousand vertical feet.  According to my friend, what we were doing, skinning up a groomed run, was the easiest way to tour.  Psh!


     I only commented on my burning calves once during the hike.  I spent most of the time trying to breathe and thinking about how amazing it was that I was not sliding backward down the steep, icy slope I was slogging my way up.  I also kept wondering how such a steep, never ending slope could be classified as a "beginner" run.


     After about an hour we made it to the top of the mountain.  My first summit!  It felt good to reach the top.  We sat on the chair lift to catch our breath and remove the skins from our ski's (no easy feat!). Chris took some pictures and posted them to Facebook.  While he was posting away it occurred to me that I was going to have to ski downhill, in the dark, with a tiny head lamp to light the way because the moon was nowhere to be seen.  What in the world?


     Soon we were ready to make our descent.  Chris said we should take it nice and slow.  I agreed.  He led the way and there was nothing slow about his departure.  He is a Telemark skier and I don't think they can actually go slow down a sheet of ice even if they want to.  I buckled my helmet and started out with a pizza wedge, gaining confidence as I went.


     Skiing down that bumpy sheet of ice was an exhilarating experience.  My husband was nervously waiting at the bottom of the hill when I returned, not sure if he had just ruined any chance of us touring together by suggesting I head up the hill that evening.  "So, how did you like it?" he asked.  "Loved it!" I replied grinning ear to ear.  He came in for a bear hug knowing he had me hook, line and sinker.

Finding more memories...

One of my favorite writing lessons is teaching my students how to "find" poems in another piece of writing.  Tonight I have decided to try "finding a poem" in one of the journal entries I have written for my son.

November 4, 2011

Today you built your first snowman of the year.

Today you gave your snowman a baby carrot nose, coffee bean eyes, coffee bean mouth, yellow satin scarf and a Cal Poly ball cap.

Today you surprised me by building a second snowman...and I said it couldn't be done!  Shame on me.

Today you lost a tooth!  A front tooth.

Today you belly laughed when you said, "Eli licks lollipops" because your tongue tickled the spot where your tooth used to be.

Today you shot a balloon down from the ceiling with a sling shot you made with Papa and Uncle Ed.

Today you held baby Estelle.

Today you made snowflakes.

Today you left a light on for the tooth fairy.

My found poem...

November 4, 2011

Your first snowman of the year

surprised me.

A second snowman?

I said it couldn't be done.

You belly laughed

and

held

snowflakes

for the tooth fairy.

Memories...

My first son was born in January of 2006.  In June, 2008 his little brother arrived.  I thought I would remember every little detail as I  cuddled, kissed and played with these two little fellas.  Sadly I found that wasn't the case.   I wanted to remember all the tiny details of our lives together but quickly realized that I would not unless I wrote them down.   I started a journal for each of them in July 2008.  I keep their journals on my nightstand and periodically read them aloud to the boys.  They love hearing about themselves as little guys and I love that the memories are here forever.  Here are a couple of our treasured memories...


Eli: July 28, 2008


-When you wake me up in the morning you are inches away from my face with a huge smile and sparkling blue eyes.  You usually say, "Good morning Mama.  Are you awake? Look, the sunshine is out. It is a sunshiny day.  Let's talk about it."


-You give me lots of hugs and kisses and tell me not to be grouchy when I am.


Will: October 13, 2008


-You smile and laugh so much!  You have a deep, raspy little voice that we all love.  We went to the pumpkin patch today and Eli helped you pick out the perfect pumpkin.


Will: May 11, 2011


We have been reading Wilfred Gordon McDonald Partridge every night.  In this story Miss Nancy loses her memory and Wilfred Gordon helps her get it back.  Tonight you told me that you lost your memory.  You said you lost it in the garden and would go and dig for it tomorrow.  I hope you find it!


Eli: November 4, 2011


Today you lost one of your front teeth!  You also "belly laughed" when you said, "Eli licks lollipops" because your tongue tickled the spot where your tooth used to be.