Day 120

With temps pushing 80, it seemed like a lucky break this afternoon that we had arranged to leave work early to go pick up our godson, Josh, for a quick visit. There was a lot of traffic on the way up to and back from Baltimore, but somehow, with the sun shining and the whole weekend stretching ahead of us, it didn't matter too much. Back at home, we checked the movie listings, fired up the grill, and decided which game we might play after dinner, and just like that, summer did not seem so far away after all.

(Click here for today's sample of my 6th grade students' response to the 2011 SOLSC challenge.)

Lowest Common Denominator

Taking advantage of the tournament brackets that are so prevalent at this time of year, I organized a Super Sentence tourny in my classes today. All week we have analyzed our common text (Famous by Naomi Shihab Nye) sentence by sentence, looked to our independent reading for models, pulled plums from our own writing, and composed sentences that we thought would captivate and delight an audience.

After ten minutes of tweaking, the brackets were posted and students read their gems head to head. I gave grammar advice in context, but word choice and content was all theirs, and the judges were their peers. For each pairing, the winner got a lollipop and the right to move on, and the loser got to sit down.

There were some beautiful sentences, and I'd like to say that those writers won every time, and sometimes they did, but a crucial concept here was audience. In two of my five classes, kids who are not generally known for their writing rocked the brackets, and it was awesome to see them experience that unexpected success. Both of those boys were composing as they went along, scribbling furiously between rounds so that they would have something to read when it was their turn. One of them crafted exquisite and complex sentences of suspense; I confess that my jaw literally dropped at the end of one. The other took a more vulgar approach, although it was no less successful. His sentences involved a hair ball, someone urinating his pants, and an ugly sister.

In the end, these guys met the same fate. The clock was their enemy. When it came to the final round, they each had to forfeit because they hadn't prepared well enough in advance, and they didn't have anything to read, which was really a pity.


(Click here for today's sample of my 6th grade students' response to the 2011 SOLSC challenge.)

Too Close to Home

A couple of weeks ago, as we exited from the Oscar-nominated documentary shorts, I was telling my nephew how one of them, Sun Come Up,  reminded me of the second book in Jeanne DuPrau's City of Ember series, The People of Sparks. We had just seen five mini-movies about terrorism, industrial pollution, global warming, the aftermath of war, and educating refugees. In this particular movie, residents of a low-lying atoll which is gradually being flooded must go to a larger, neighboring island and literally beg for a place to relocate. Resources are limited on the larger island, and they are still recovering from a civil war. Most people there are not willing to help the islanders who are losing their home.

Likewise, the people in the fictional post-apocalyptic village of Sparks must decide if they can support the 300 refugees from Ember through the winter. The people of Ember will not survive without their assistance, but the resources are scarce.

"What happened to the world?" my nephew asked.

I told him it wasn't clear from the book. "Who knows? Maybe it was terrorism, global warming, pollution, or war," I shrugged. We laughed, but it was a bit of a sober moment.

(Click here for today's sample of my 6th grade students' response to the 2011 SOLSC challenge.)

Who's Watching?

We're halfway through the SOLSC and my students are still writing up a storm. They are writing and replying at a rate of over 150 posts per day. I'm thrilled, of course, but predictably, there have been some inappropriate comments in the 2384 I've read in the last couple of weeks. Some I've responded to in writing, others I've deleted right away, still others I've addressed personally with the students.

Tonight, I came across a comment that was followed by a parenthetical question addressed to me-- You wouldn't cyber-scold me for this, would you, Miss?

It's sort of humorous, really, the way they always assume I'm online and reading what they are writing, but that's exactly the vibe I'm going for. I want them to consciously consider their audience and deliberately write with us in mind.

(Click here for today's sample of my 6th grade students' response to the 2011 SOLSC challenge.)

The Forest for the Trees

I was groggy this morning as I made my mercifully short commute to school. There was a tiny bit of frost on the windshield and a chill in the air, and I knew I was a few minutes later than I wanted to be, so I wasn't prepared at all when the huge white pick-up truck in front of me came to a dead stop. I stomped on my brake pedal with everything I had and prayed the rear view mirror was clear. There couldn't have been more than inch between my bumper and his when I lurched to a stop, but his gesture did not communicate relief as he continued on his way.

Everything that had been on my backseat was now on the floor, and my twenty-ounce hotjo of coffee was buried in the avalanche. The next turn was onto a residential street, and I impatiently pulled to the curb. Cussing, I opened the rear door and picked up my gym bag and book bag, repacked my entire lunch, and looked around for my coffee. After a moment, I saw that the cup had been thrown into the well beneath the driver's seat where it now lay on its side completely drained. My fists clenched.

I was livid for the remaining two minutes it took to get to school, and my disposition didn't improve when I saw that the kids were already entering the building when I got there. Not only would there be no caffeine for me this morning, but the car was probably going to smell like coffee forever, and I was going to have to scramble to get my copies made before class. I roughly grabbed my things and stomped toward the entrance, but as I went around the front of my car, I paused. It was undamaged and so was I.

From across the parking lot, one of my students called to me and waved, and I smiled and waved back.

(Click here for today's sample of my 6th grade students' response to the 2011 SOLSC challenge.)

Jeepers Peepers!

We took advantage of the super-springy weather we had today and went for a walk around a little local lake this afternoon. The trees are still pretty bare here, although their buds make the oaks look red from a distance, and we could see a lot of birds-- geese and crows, ducks and gulls and woodpeckers, cardinals, titmice, and robins.

The most action, however, was in the shallows of the lake. Thousands of frogs were, how shall I phrase this? Ensuring the survival of their species, right there in front of us and everyone. The water teemed, and oh the raucous racket they raised! It was louder than the chorus of a kazillion crickets.

It must be good to be a frog today.

(Click here for today's sample of my 6th grade students' response to the 2011 SOLSC challenge.)

My Annual Rant Against DST

This year I've outsourced my complaint to a kindred spirit. One of my students feels just as I do about Daylight Savings Time:

Daylight Savings
By Jay

Tomorrow is Daylight Savings, so we lose an hour! This is terrible because if it was a Monday and there was school, TA would start at 6:40. I know if TA started at 6:40 on Monday I would be late for school! Why do we have to have Daylight Savings. I am perfectly fine with just living my life without Daylight Savings. Can I please sleep in one day out of the week! This weekend I have a soccer tournament game at 8:00am on Sunday, at a time in which I would usually be getting my delightful sleep. ; )


(Click here for today's sample of my 6th grade students' response to the 2011 SOLSC challenge.)