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reading helps too

On Tuesday I wrote about my stress-filled days at school.  I actually scribbled this little overwhelming vent about a week ago in my notebook and decided to write it up. . . because it's true.  Writing helps.

Later that evening, the phone rang.  I checked the caller ID and it's my parents.  I picked up the phone.  I felt a pit in my stomach.  We have set times to talk, otherwise it's back and forth via email.  Why are they calling now?

"Hello?" Holding my breath.

"Hi, pumpkin --"

"What's wrong?" I quickly interrupted.

"I read your blog today."

"Is everything okay?" 

"I wanted to tell you that I love you."

"Oh --" Tears filled my eyes.

"I just felt really bad and it seems that you had a tough day."

"Thanks Dad."  A smile crept across my face.

And so, my dad, a man of few words, took me on a roller coaster ride of emotions.  All because he loves me.  Thank you Dad for reading my writing …

soLs: writing helps

If I'm feeling overwhelmed . . .

                                                                    Words Their Way
                                          Common Core
                                                                                Literacy                     RtI                                    
                      Homework debate
                                   Team meetings                                       Mainstreaming
                                                                   Tier 1

soLs: voices from the lost and found

Poetry fun! I've been perusing a variety of poetry books with my students.  I only read the title "Voices from the Lost and Found" from the book Don't Read This Book Whatever You Do: More Poems About School by Kalli Dakos and I knew I wanted to try it!  Every 'thing' needs a voice.  (The formatting is giving me some trouble!)


This is one of the "stories" I capturedyesterdayon my way to work while stopped for a moment at a red light.  Again, reminding me of thatone childand thetwo childrenwho have constantly been on my mind.

a boy walking
head down
hoodie covering his face
hands shoved deep in his pockets
backpack heavy reaching to the ground
forcing his shoulders down

to pickup his chin
push back his shoulders
look him in the eyes
smile to let him know
it's a new day, a fresh start
let's begin again
for you are not alone

a thousand stories

"Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas everyday.  The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don't see any." --Orson Scott Card

This quote has been swimming in my head recently....
Driving to work this morning,  the stories were here and there  and everywhere I looked.   I grabbed my notebook and  scribbled.  
Scribbled words.  Scribbled ideas.   Scribbled moments.   Scribbled stories.
There are stories all around us waiting to be told.   Are you willing to slow down and grab hold?   Find the words to share a small moment.
Go on. Start scribbling a thousand stories.

soLs: a wish

Slice of Life Stories hosted by the Two Writing Teachers

A writing idea found on pinterest . . . 

i wish
i wish every weekend was three days of fun. i wish for a constant bright shining sun.
i wish for a full moon every night.

Found Poetry: two children

On Tuesday, I wrote about one child.  One child that I worry about daily.

On Wednesday, my principal shared this poem with the staff:

Same family, Same neighborhood,

Same school, Same stress,

Same neglect, Same abuse,

Sullen, withdrawn, One shrinks,

The other grows, Warm, popular.

One finds nourishment, the other hardens.
What is the difference?
One found a caring adult, The other did not,

One was encouraged, The other was not,

One was expected to succeed,  The other was assumed to fail.

One pops back, one stays down.
Both are children

Both are the future.
~ Thomas E. Baker

Wow . . . goosebumps, right?  I guess one teacher can make the difference as many of you commented. My reminder to not give up!

student slicing

In the beginning of March, I shared the Slice of Life Challenge with my fourth and fifth grade groups.  All nine students were excited and wanted to take on the challenge.

9 students jumped in to write for
31 possible days with
15(ish) reminders during testing, over the weekends and
9 days over spring break
1 student wished he started 'slicing' in the beginning of the year to remember fifth grade
2 students asked me daily if I remembered to write
5 completed the challenge and wrote every day
1 happy teacher that all
9 participated and all
9 students want to try
30 days of writing in April

Many are wondering what will happen in May or June. What about the summer?  I already told them I'm not going to deny them the opportunity to want to write.  We'll figure something out.

Happy writing my writers!

soLs: one child

Slice of Life Stories hosted by the Two Writing Teachers

one child

one child
     Is sweet one minute, then defiant the next.
     That just doesn't seem to care.
     Is negative in thinking, glass always half empty.
     That I struggle and fight to connect to daily.

one child
     With no one to count on.
     A dad in prison and life on the run.
     A constant uphill battle,
     Full of confusions and lies.

one child
     Can life get any tougher?
     Can he carry any more baggage?
     Can you understand why he doesn't seem to care?      Can you even begin to blame him?
one child      I'm easily frustrated by his choices.

More Three Words

More Three Words - Poetry Style:

Did you forget? How could you?

Can't stop now! Keep on trying.
Just do it!
Good for you.
What-cha waitin' for? Move those fingers!
Don't you remember? Feelings of accomplishment!
Write for you -- Just write now!

Trying to . . .

I'm trying to read more posts and leave thoughtful comments, but it is late and I'm tired. (Yawn.)

Comments mean so much to me (smile - reload - check - smile more), but my brain is exhausted.

I want to read a slice from everyone (you and you and you), but my eyes are  s l o w l  y