For the month of March , I will be participating in the Slice of Life Challenge (#sol19) sponsored by Two Writing Teachers. I will be slicing each day for 31 days inspired by my work as a literacy specialist and coach, my life, and my fellow bloggers.
Reflection: The Fuel #sol19
March 27, 2019
Feeling a little tired after facilitating a curriculum meeting yesterday after school yesterday, reflecting on my retired colleagues’ happiness displayed over dinner last night, and three problem solving meetings before ten, I am definitely out of sorts. Not an acceptable way to be in an elementary school.
Heading down the hall after missing a few groups this morning, I stop by the door to pick up my 10:20 appointment. His whole face lights up with a smile.
Here I am, he says.
After sending him back to fetch the book we are discussing together, we head off down the hall. I haven’t noticed yet but my mood is already starting to lift. We sit down head to head to catch up with Sugar and her chicken squad.
Chapter 6? I say.
Chapter 7! my companion says assuredly.
I flip through the book pages, reading our thoughts from the preceding days. Sugar is the kind of chicken who likes to make plans that help herself. Sugar is the kind of children who takes charge. Sugar is the kind of chicken who has lots of ideas. I remind him that we are the kind of readers who want to solve the mystery, but know our work for this book is to think about the character and how she changes. We read another chapter together, whispering when the character whispers, being loud when she is loud. Soon it is time for our final thoughts and back to class.
See you tomorrow, he says.
Can’t wait, I say.
Off then to another third grade where they are comparing two books, Nerdy Birdy and A Bike Like Sergio’s. One of our writers exclaims that he can’t possible write or remember all of our thinking… Give it a try, says his teacher. Practice with Mrs. Kennedy. Soon my time with them is up, then on to the next class, where we are tackling a story mountain considering Peter’s motivation for running away from home and returning.
By the time I return to the literacy center, there is a spring in my step, happy thoughts fill my head and a smile graces my face. The intervention teacher working in the center turns to me and smiles back. Oh, I sign, I need to remind myself that the cure for everything is a little while with the students.
Yes, she says, you do need to remember that.