Slice of Life: Holding On

In thirteen years, things accumulate.
Things that sit on a shelf in a cupboard.
Things you don’t pay attention to
they just live there.

After thirteen years, things that were important aren’t
and garbage bags fill.
Five cabinets, cleared.
One to go.

In thirteen years, student writing accumulates.
They sit in books
on that last shelf.
Ready for that plastic bag.

After all those years, I opened one.
When I did it
with each one
I remembered that kid.

He’s finished high school
she’s started college
But that writing is the writer I knew
It’s important so I hold on.

That plastic bag got pushed aside.

I packed up those writers
and moved them
with me
across campus
to my new home.


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Celebrate: Culminating Moments

This week was the last week of the school year and every day felt like Friday.  It was joyous and as all culminating moments are, bittersweet because, at the end of this week, we won’t be back on Monday.

This week all fifth graders wrote reflections on their time in elementary school. They ranged from the first day of school moments to the best friend forever meeting, to the field trips to the ridiculous moment at lunch. All of these memories make up what mattered to our fifth graders.

On Thursday morning, five students stood and addressed the audience at culmination. They spoke of their challenges.

Having a disability and the daily challenge it presents to their learning and happiness. 
Being retained and watching their classmates move ahead.
Coming to school and not knowing a word of English.  
Feeling like an outsider and trying to fit in.

As these ten- and eleven-year-olds’ told of their fears, they spoke for many, perhaps all in the crowd.

I have difficulties controlling my emotions. It’s hard to make friends. 
I was embarrassed and thought people would put me down. 
I didn’t think I could learn.
I was afraid.

And they reflected on who helped them and what they did to overcome.

My family supported me.
My friends corrected my English.
A boy in my class showed me around.
My teacher helped me.
I got better and better.
I didn’t give up.

It was a lesson in how to be vulnerable. It was a reminder of how difficult it is to learn and what courage, support, and perseverance it takes to keep learning. Without realizing it, these brave children spoke for all.

As the culminating class of 2017 stood, there was a palpable sense of pride and hope.
I was lucky to be there.
This week I celebrate culminating moments.

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Slice of Life: A Timely Visit

I choose a student desk to work at after school. This is out of partly out of necessity (I don’t have a desk) and because I like having space to sort out my day.

Today I look at end-of-the-year student data and wonder. What will they hold on to?  Was this year enough? Will they keep reading and writing? I worry about those kiddos that should have grown more.

A knock on the unlocked door is followed by two, sixth graders, come to visit. We settle into a conversation, and the papers are forgotten. We catch up. Talk about family, friends, their classes.  It’s always a gift when former students come back. I feel honored by their presence.

“Everyone looks so little,” says Jay*. “I feel so old.”

“Can we use a Chromebook?” Kalie* asks.

Go ahead I tell them, and I lean in to see what they are up to.

“I’m going on to Canva,” says Jay.

These two loved Canva last year. They spent hours at home creating pictures to go with their writing.  Jay pulls up an image with the title Going to Rome superimposed on a picture of Kalie in mid-leap.

So cool. I ask, “is this for school?”

“No, we just do this for fun,” Jay says.

We talk until suddenly Jay says, “We gotta go.” And they’re off.

Just when I got to a hopeless-I-don’t-do-enough-for-kids moment, they walked in and saved my day.

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Celebrate: Reading Growth

The end of the year is an opportunity to celebrate growth. Finding that growth isn’t always obvious. It’s personal. Taking where a student is and using it positively can be tricky.  Especially when a student doesn’t hit the benchmarks in typical ways.

In the last few weeks of the school year, I do running records.  It’s an opportunity to talk about what they did well and work on their next step as a reader. We practice in the text. At the end of the conference, students will often ask, did I pass? Or what’s my level? Questions like these make me wonder what do students take away from these conferences. Does it boil down to pass or fail?

I worry about that. No matter what I say, or how much I downplay the importance of a level, students are very concerned about it.  For those who do well it’s a positive bump, and for those who don’t succeed, it drags them down to a place of  “I’m not good at reading” or worse “I’m not good at anything.”

This week two students showcased these effects.

The positive effect of knowing your level can be seen in Xavier*. He’s a reader through and through. He reads everything. Anything other than reading is an inconvenience.  He’s read 101 books this school year. Something he’s informed me should earn him the student of the month award.

This week he passed his running record with ease. I knew he would. Now he wants to try the next level.  When choosing a book, levels aren’t an issue for Xavier.  He could care less if it’s a P or an X. What matters is that it interests him. For Xavier, his reading level is a badge of honor. It’s bragging rights, just like the number of books he’s read.  He knows who is as a reader, but he wants the acknowledgment that others can recognize.

I see this effect every time a student passes a level. They go back to their desk and tell their seat mates they passed. And their neighbors say “good job” or “I knew you would.” It’s like they won the race. And I guess that’s a good thing. We all want to see the results of our work. Passing a running record is like getting a prize.

But sometimes they don’t win the prize.
Sometimes students get that it was just too hard. And that’s ok. That’s a lesson in itself. But sometimes the reaction to a “no, not yet” can shut them down. This week I saw that happen with Elizabeth*.

Elizabeth isn’t a self-sustaining reader, yet. She can read. But she doesn’t unless I sit with her. She loves that. She especially loves passing a running record. Yesterday she didn’t.  I didn’t think she would, but she wanted to try.  Afterward, she was angry. And the words, “I hate reading. Books are boring,” erupt. She tops it off with, “I don’t think you’re a good teacher anymore.”

Ok. I told her, “Your job is to find a book online you that is not boring. A book you like. There are so many books in the world, I know there is one for you.  Remember the Summer Reading assignment I gave you?”

She looked at me and said, “Can you show me how to do that?”

We spent a few minutes doing some research. I suggested Bad Guys, and we read a part of the book on Amazon.  She liked it. I showed her how to copy the link on to her Summer Reading Google doc. Then I left her to find another one.

About five minutes later I hear, “Hey Mrs. Harmatz!” Elizabeth is waving me over. “I love this book!”  Her smile is proof enough of that. It’s the Lunch Lady.  Standing next to us is Jorge* who asks, “Can you show me how to do that?” I ask Elizabeth if she’d mind helping him. Now the expert online book-shopper, she nods, and they work together to find books for summer.

This week I’m celebrating the growth of each and every reader in my classroom.

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Slice of Life: Teaching Readers to Feed Themselves

Summer is closing in, and our book stacks and reading plans start to formulate. We teachers can’t wait to soak up a few good reads.

My students have grown as readers. All those books they read this year added up, and they’ve become stronger readers and thinkers. Every year they amaze me with their growth. They’ve had daily access to books and book groups that provided support and accountability. But in a few weeks, the constructs change.  They’ll be away from the classroom, the routine, the friends and the books.  As summer starts, access, support, and accountability all diminish.  Not surprisingly, so does reading.

Every year I try to find a way to keep books in the hands of my students during the summer months. This year I’m focusing on teaching students to find great reads virtually. I want it to be easy to find the books they want. The funny, the scary, the comic books, the guide books, the world’s most disgusting animal books. The Wimpy Kid books, the Captain Underpants books and maybe some books they’d didn’t think they’d like. Summer is a time to read what you want.

Today we started looking for those books. On Goodreads, Amazon and the public library.

I gave some general directions with Google classroom. And they were off.

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Authors, titles and the electronic access to the first few chapters from Amazon offers the ability to book shop just like they do in our library.

Aliza* started with authors we’d read. Dan Gemeinhart, Jason Reynolds, and Peter Brown.

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Then the libraries link.

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Amazing. She went on to search for Jason Reynolds and found As Brave as You and the soon to be published Patina.

“Ah…I can’t get Patina till we’re back in school. Man, it’s just like the Wild Robot Returns, that doesn’t come out until October.”

She’d remembered.  I wanted her to put it on a to-be-read list.

“There’s a place here you can ask them to order a book. Can I do that?”

Brilliant and yes!

Next Gabby* found that there was a sequel to Awkward by Svetlana Chmakova.

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The library search turned up books in a different county. Requesting the book was possible but not quite as straight forward. Checking out Amazon she found out more title possibilities.

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And then the bell rang.

We still have time I told them.

“I want this book Mrs. Harmatz. When can I get it?” Jill* said pointing to the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. Instead of giving her the copy I have in my cupboard, I showed her how 37 copies were available in her local library. She just had to request it.

Here’s hoping to teach readers how to find their books so they can always feed themselves.

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Celebrate: Seeing them shine

This week marked the culmination of our fifth-grade project. Every year I worry, will this unpredictable lot of preteens pull it off? Every year I write about it.  How they rise to meet the challenge. How they make me proud.  And this year was no exception. Every student shone.

I walked around the fair knowing this is one of my favorite moments of being a fifth-grade teacher.


Teaching requires we take in and on our students’ lives. We see moments like the one this week, when they make you proud as well as many moments of trouble and struggle. Being their last year of elementary school, we don’t know what comes next.  We know what could be and we worry.

But this week I got to see and hear about what came next for a few students. Because this annual event not only brings out the best in our fifth graders, it brings back alumni. The middle schoolers, the high schoolers, college students and college graduates.

This week they came back to remember and share their accomplishments.

This week I celebrate my fifth graders. The ones who inhabit my classroom today and the ones who used to. The medical technician, the junior college student, the artist who just sold her first painting, the librarian. All of these students were once in my fifth-grade classroom.

This week I celebrate the gift of seeing students shine.

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Slice of Life: Math Redux

I’m afraid my mathematical confidence peaked in third grade. Perhaps it was the fractions of fourth grade. Whatever it was, at eight I discovered math phobia.

Reading in fifth grade resuscitated my belief in me. Maybe that’s that’s why I’ve loved teaching reading to fifth graders.  I have not wanted to step away from the literature and grade level I’ve loved. But a position cropped up, and the possibility of promoting cross-content area thinking with students as well as the opportunity to learn something new convinced me to try to fourth grade to teach all subject matter, including math.

It sounds good in theory, but my math memories of scary words like addend, need to be addressed.  I’m approaching this challenge in the way I know best, with books. A stack to be exact. And a few conferences to attend. The first was a conference on Cognitive Guided Instruction (CGI) hosted by Cotsen last weekend.

Megan Franke provided the keynote starting as any researcher-educator might by asking the audience their definition of CGI.  While I was a newbie to this work, I felt at home in the pedagogical stance. Here are some of the answers given by participants:

  • Provides students with multiple gateways to have success and opportunities to participate.
  • Starts where students are in their development
  • Designed to grow student’s thinking
  • Encourages students to be curious
  • Empowers students
  • Unlocks patterns and underlying concepts
  • Focuses on children’s ideas, not teacher’s ideas
  • Problem-solving is not just about solving problems; it’s what you do when you don’t know what to do.

The small group sessions I attended highlighted the idea of unpacking problems, inquiry-based teaching and listening to students thinking to guide their thinking.

Understanding story problems as a story first: think about what you know, what you need to solve and what are the rules or constraints of the problem. Stories? What do I know, and what do I need to figure out. Sound familiar?

Inquiry-based learning to discover patterns by counting objects to make groups. Symbolic concepts become concrete:  three-dimensional representations of numbers called squared or cubed become just that. So much of what I learned by memorization and rote came to life. Wow! Could I possibly become a math geek?

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Celebrating: Literate Humans

My fifth-graders’ elementary school life is coming to an end.

I hear, “why can’t school be over?” and the worried corollary, “I don’t want to go.”This is the predicament of a culminating class.

I hear, “were not little kids anymore,” said with a tinge of sadness.  They know this is the end of a chapter in their lives. While all may not be able to articulate it, they all feel it.

I want them to reflect on and celebrate all that they have done and become. For most eleven-year-olds, this is not a natural act. They need some assistance.

So, this week we talked about reading.
One by one.
We started with a running record as an easy way to look at strengths and set goals.

I talk about what they do well as a reader and what they can work on next.
We speak of the tricky things they need to be on the look out for and what they can do to work out those difficult places.
We talk about summer reading plans. (when, what, how, how much)

I congratulate them.
Tell them, I am proud of the readers they have become.
Tell them, they are ready.
And still, at the end of these conferences, students often ask, “Did I pass?”
I say, pass what? Oh, the running record?
(Maybe we shouldn’t have started our conversation that way.)
I understand. That’s the nature of assessment. Pass or fail.  They want to know.

This is what I know about every one of my students:
They can find books they love.
They can search for articles to understand their world.
They can express their thinking in writing.
Every student in my classroom is a literate human.
Every one of my students, no matter who they are or where they come from,
have received reading instruction and books to take home.
Every day everyone reads, everyone learns.
Every day, over the past six years, 1,080 days of school,
my students have gotten reading love.

This week I celebrate the power of public schooling, books, and my school community that make it possible for everyone to be a literate human.

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Slice of Life: Museum Love

Walking down the darkened halls of the Los Angeles Natural History Museum, I realized my museum love. The high ceilings and polished floors. The generous spaces and expertly lit treasures. The marble stairs and mirrored elevators. The gift shop and garden. The curators and educators all there to preserve and communicate, to help us understand how things work and how we fit into this amazing world. Museums are our history and judging by the many visitors last Saturday, they are our future.

I waited for the elevator with a young preschooler and his grandparents. He danced around us. His shoes lighting up as he circled asking questions and getting answers that required more questions. Why was the elevator taking so long? Which one do you think will open first? Why does it take so long? Don’t they know we’re in a hurry? I wondered who he thought “they” were and marveled at his urgency as if it might disappear if he got there too late.

The elevator finally arrived, and the boy ran toward ding only to stop short at the closed doors. The doors opened, and he ran in to face the mirror at the rear of the car.  The doors closed, and he jumped with the movement.  The elevator stopped, and he froze just long enough his for grandpa to grab his hand harnessing him for the next adventure.

This little boy reminded me of many museum trips with energy-filled kids.  Of the times I’d answered questions, grabbed a hand, pushed a stroller, pulled out the snacks,  and wandered the many halls, till the wonderings and energy waned, and we found our way past the dinosaur in the entryway and towards home.

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DigiLit Sunday: Celebrating Work in Progress

Margaret Simon’s DigiLit Sunday topic is Summer Slide. Today I’m celebrating a week of writing. Perhaps if we had more weeks like this one, the summer slide would lessen.

C_qPoIKU0AAlFmyIn the past, the words celebrate and writing would have meant the end of a piece.

This week students shared their independent writing projects. This unconstrained writing makes everyone happy. Or as Ralph Fletcher might say joyous. Students could choose any style, any topic. The only constraint was that they let me know what they were writing.  Friday was the deadline. The day I told them it was “due.” All but two were still deep into writing. So the due date turned into a share.

Students found others; partnerships and writing groups were formed.  I pushed in as to how they might share, but they already had plans. One group looked at me, a bit guiltily when I suggested they share electronically. They already had. This group of girls was collaborating long before I had suggested it. I was not needed. I walked away, trying to stay unnoticed as I passed other groups.

Aleta* and Jayson* sat side by side practicing the stories they would read aloud to the group.

Jasmine* looked up at Anna* saying, “that is the sweetest story!” At this point, it was between these two writers. I had no place in it.

Before we knew it, as that always is when things are going well, time was up. We had just enough time to listen to two writers who wanted to share with the whole group.

Aleta* was first. She read her fantasy with confidence. She’d shared it on the blog, so we all were familiar with the story. But, reading it aloud gave it a different pacing and power. The story of at sick little girl who had slipped into a fantasy world at the hospital ended with this, “That same day she left with no note nor butterfly or no wolf to howl just a little magic and a last breath.”  I know this kiddo will be writing this summer. This is just one of the many narratives she has in her Google drive. Every moment I let her loose on that device, she is writing. Something.

Next was Jayson*. He had finished his superhero picture book days before the due date. He had practiced reading it at home. Now he stood before the group. Shaky. I sat in the back. But something was happening in the front row and Jayson started to tear up. Someone had commented. Unkindly. As I moved toward the front, as William* began to stand and defend Jay, everyone felt it. They saw Jay and his bravery. They focused and let Jay stop and pull himself together. He got stronger and read on. Through the lunch bell. At the end, students cheered. I wanted to hug him, but I just gave him a high five.

There are times in your classroom when kids reach to places you never think they would go. Times when you are so proud to be there. Times that tell you in your heart, this is why I teach.

This week I celebrated our work in progress. We aren’t done yet. All are still in the midst of writing. Perhaps that is one way to approach summer. In the midst.

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