Day 27: A Notebook of Noodling

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Over the years I have hoarded bits of my kid’s lives. Notebooks, pictures, scraps of their writing. Little bits of their growing up. Their artwork still hangs on our walls. The larger items, costumes, hockey sticks, kick boards, t-ball stands, awards, and elementary school work, are stored in the garage.

A needed spring cleaning turned up one of my son’s daily school journals. My guess is this was how he started his day. Prompt on the board. It shows the progression of his cursive writing, random illustrations, reflections from weekend conquests to comments about characters in books.  It’s a snapshot of who he was then, hints of who he will become.

The teacher in me couldn’t help but notice that he used every inch of this notebook. That it was full of voice. That the only evidence of the teacher were the prompts.  I couldn’t help but think of my students and wonder, what they walk away with at the end of the year. What does their parent hold on to and store away?

There are their writing notebooks. But a lot of their random thoughts are in their blog posts or google docs.  These posts are filed away in the world of the internet. Eventually, students’ noodlings will be archived. Locked away. No one will open them up eight years from now and read the words written, reminisce about the past.

The artifacts of our lives matter. Journals, notebooks are tangible items. Things we can touch, store and discover years later. As much as I love our world of blogging, there is a lot of good to be found in a notebook of noodling.

As we come to the last few months of our school year, the last few months of my students; elementary school lives, I think a notebook of noodling is necessary. Something to take home, for mom to store away as a snapshot of who they are now.


Day 26: Burning Questions

This March I’m “slicing” a piece of my teaching day every day with the Two Writing Teachers community.

slide1111454297503_e27946e4ff_hFor her DigiLit Sunday Link up, Margaret Simon @Reflections on the Teche asked, What’s your burning question?

I question my teaching practice every day. In most cases, the questions result in the next step in the classroom. But recently my questions have been drifting towards the needs of teachers. What keeps teachers afloat?

The moments of discovery, of wonder, of connections, of books are the things that keep me going. Those moments are about the process of learning and the joy of being with learners. But there are days when that joy is hard to find, and I question the effectiveness of the work, I wonder what difference is being made this day for this child. And dark storm clouds roll in. There are these days. And usually, the next day is better. Purpose and vision return.  But there are days when finding the light takes more than what I’ve got. I could blame testing for the darkness at the moment. I can look forward to the week after testing, telling myself, life will begin after testing. And, most likely, that will happen. In the meantime, I need to be reminded why I’m here; why I need to be.

Like magic, a Voxer message popped up from Mary Howard about an amazing book to preorder. Then another message from JoAnne Duncan with a must listen to a podcast.

Like magic, I clicked on it and found exactly what I needed. Peter Reynolds and Matthew Winner discussing Reynolds’ new book Happy Dreamer.

Peter’s words reminded me of why I’m here.

His message lives in the belief that we all have stories to tell. That we need to find our stories; with a little scaffolding and space, we will.  And that is why I’m here.

Ask questions and like magic, the world, or maybe your Voxer group, will answer.

In the end, it’s all about the stories we tell and those stories we need to listen to.

Day 25: GLORIA

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A school community is held together by people outside our classrooms. They connect us to each other and to the outside world. They smooth out the bumps that could derail us.

At my school, the office staff of two deal with all the little and big people and their many needs. The teachers, parents and over 700 students. They handle humanity consistently with efficiency and kindness providing the oil the soothes and the glue that binds.

Yesterday marked the last day for one of our two office superheroes, Gloria. She’s one of those divinely inspired people who sees the good and makes good happen while dealing with all the troubles that filter into a school office.

Yesterday we honored her as best we could.
Teachers and students dressed in purple, her favorite color.
A morning assembly with a rock’n rendition of Van Morrison’s “Gloria.”
A kindergarten choral reading of a poem inspired by her daily tending to their many needs.
A staff celebration at recess in the lounge covered with purple heart messages from students.
It went on all day.

And she glowed throughout it all. This is her way through good and challenging times. Taking celebrate link upit in,
believing this is as it should be,
moving through it with grace.

Today I celebrate Gloria. Read more celebrations here on Ruth Ayres Writes.

Day 24: Of the Boy and the Butterfly

This March I’m “slicing” a piece of my teaching day every day with the Two Writing Teachers community.


Kids crowded around the drain pipe.
“You stepped on it!”
“No, I didn’t!
“Yes, you did.”

The back and forth of perceived injustice came inside.

“He’s got it.”


“In his desk.”

D lifted the dish for me to see, “Please can I have it after school?”

IMG_4880 (1)So close, so beautiful. It took your breath away.

I asked him to let it be,  but nothing could get D’s mind off that butterfly.
Nothing could hold him.
Off he went out the door and into the garden.
Came back.
Asked to go to the bathroom.
Came back.
Asked to get a drink of water.
Finally, he settled.

That evening, I sent the picture of the butterfly to D’s mom.
She had heard the story of the butterfly.
I hope she checked his backpack.

Of The Boy And Butterfly

by John Bunyan

Behold, how eager this our little boy
Is for a butterfly, as if all joy,
All profits, honours, yea, and lasting pleasures,
Were wrapped up in her, or the richest treasures
Found in her would be bundled up together,
When all her all is lighter than a feather.

He halloos, runs, and cries out, ‘Here, boys, here!’
Nor doth he brambles or the nettles fear:
He stumbles at the molehills, up he gets,
And runs again, as one bereft of wits;
And all his labour and his large outcry
Is only for a silly butterfly.


This little boy an emblem is of those
Whose hearts are wholly at the world’s dispose.
The butterfly doth represent to me
The world’s best things at best but fading be.
All are but painted nothings and false joys,
Like this poor butterfly to these our boys.

His running through nettles, thorns, and briers,
To gratify his boyish fond desires,
His tumbling over molehills to attain
His end, namely, his butterfly to gain,
Doth plainly show what hazards some men run
To get what will be lost as soon as won.

Read more Poetry Friday posts at Catherine Flynn’s blog Reading to the Core.


Day 23: Circle Time

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Every Wednesday, a group of ten to twenty girls comes to talk and have lunch in my classroom. It’s a tradition started in fourth grade. Feelings are aired and general silliness ensues. Girl’s Circle Time provides a safe place to deal with fifth-grade life.  The boys meet on Thursdays.

Yesterday had the feel of a sleepover. Giggly girls came in holding their lunch trays and set up on the rug. They gathered with lunches and special objects to talk from. Early in the conversation, one of the kids came up with a question to answer. Your scariest moment, favorite singer, some favorite place have been common lines of inquiry.

Early in the conversation, one of the kids came up with a question to answer. Your scariest moment, favorite singer, some favorite place have been common lines of inquiry. But today, the question that they came up surprised me.

What is your favorite word and why?

Mine is technology because writing is hard and that makes it easier!

Mine’s eggplant because it’s delicious.

Bathtub because I love the way it sounds.

Love because you can’t live without it.

Pizza because it’s pizza.

Grant Gustin because he’s so cute.

That’s two words.


Why because I can use it for so
many things, like
Why is it like that? and
Why does it do that?

I can’t remember them all; I should have written them down. But I love what I remember. Especially the word why.

Each response offered a hint into the child.  I immediately thought of how this could translate into the classroom. But maybe not. This question came from the magic of circle time. It might not play out in the world of the class.

Seeing girls without boys in an informal setting show parts of their personalities I would not have seen if I just knew their classroom personas. Just the fact that they show up says something. I see sides of them I would not have known.

Some are lonely souls.
Some want a comfortable place to stay.
Some want to be heard.
Some want the camaraderie

Some want to ask questions

Whatever their reason, I am grateful to host them every Wednesday.

Thank you, Two Writing Teachers for the March Slice of Life challenge. Read more slices here.

Day 22: Demystifying Meaning

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We sat in the room and heard the same words at the same time.

I walked away confused and sad.  I came home and turned it over in my head. By morning I still didn’t know what to make of it. Conversations started first thing in the morning. Now I’m coming to understand, everyone heard the words differently.

I’m still trying to figure it out, but I learned something.

We don’t hear the same. No matter how clear our choice of words, we hear from our perspective. And our ability to listen is compromised when emotions are high. When we are vulnerable the meaning can get tangled in our own perspective.

Fortunately, because we want to work it out, what was intended had a chance of being heard.

I wonder. How often does this type of missed communication occur and we don’t bother to demystify the meaning? How often do we assume and go on with hurt feelings?  How does this affect young children and their social-emotional behavior and the ability to learn, to be successful, to take risks?

Our words move hearts and minds in ways we can not imagine, and in ways we do not intend.

Listening in the moment is hard; we need to take the time to check in.  Or how will we know what was heard was what we intended?

Thank you, Two Writing Teachers for the March Slice of Life Challenge. Read more slices here.

Day 21: A love note to a book

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Tonight I found a post-it note while I was cleaning up the classroom.

This one must have fallen out of someone’s hand. Or maybe a notebook, perhaps a book.  I thought it would be something meaningless. Something about a sleepover or an “are you mad at me? Check yes or no” exchange in sparkly pink and purple ink. A lot of my kiddos use post-its this way. They are the perfect note passing size.

But this one was all about Melody in Out of My Mind. About the trouble, she held inside. About the friend, she hoped she had in Rose. About how this reader worried for Melody.

There on the ground was a snippet of a reader’s life. I found it under the desk sprinkled with cracker crumbs and kleenex stuffed inside. Near the dropped pen, crayon pieces, and white out spill, the dirt clods and broken pencil was the yellow post it.  An idea that was planted in a young reader’s mind. A thought transformed into writing on a yellow post-it note.

In the aftermath of the day, amid the muck left behind is a love note to a book.

Thank you, Two Writing Teachers for the March Slice of Life Challenge. Find more slices here.




Day 20: Covert Feedback

This March I’m “slicing” a piece of my teaching day every day with Two Writing Teachers’ Slice of Life Challenge.

Feedback. We writers thrive on it and we fear it.

I want feedback to lead to the next step. But in the writing workshop, sometimes it has to be covert. Something that feels like it germinates from the writer and not from me.

A asks me to read something right now.  A is in a fragile writer moment.  She wants her work to be blessed. If I have my wits about me, I suppress my need to improve and save my “next thing” for the next day. Limiting myself to compliments and questions.

B says he doesn’t know what to write.
This is when my full-scale teacher mode threatens to kick in pulling out all the ways writers grow ideas. But honestly,
those strategies weren’t good enough for B the first million  (that what it feels like) times he heard them. He needs something else.
What exactly, I’m not sure of. So I ask questions…
Is it about the genre?
Is it his writing history?
Is there something going on at home, on the playground?
I ask questions and don’t “teach” B. I listen, and he talks.
Then I leave.
I let B simmer, stare out the window, at his notebook, at mentor texts.
I write a note to myself to check in later.

C is reading a book during writer’s workshop.I’m done she says.
Gasp! When you’re done, you’ve just begun rings in my ears.
My urge is to look at her writing and dig into all of the possible things she could/should do.
But, if I put myself in her shoes,
I congratulate her. Yes!
Why not? She s accomplished something, and that’s a great feeling.
Why should I tear that from her?
Why not just venture into the best writing tool in the world, a few good mentor texts.
Why not take this opportunity to play with them. To try to write a beginning or an ending like the mentor.
Who knows what might filter into this writer’s mind. If nothing else the study of beginnings and endings.

on the best of writing workshop days,
I hear.
I think I need to look my beginning.
I think I want to change this.
what if I…

Indirect, covert feedback.
The kind that pushes the writer from their insides to see what they can do next.




Day 19: Innovation that Meets Needs

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Margaret Simon at Reflections on the Teche posted this as the topic for DigiLit Sunday.

digilitsunday-innovation.png I am still pondering the quote. Thinking versus doing. In many cases, thinking would precede doing, but maybe not. Maybe there are some who first do and then think. Hmm. Perhaps it is an iterative process.

Another idea around innovation I found on Wikipedia credited to Steven Maranville. “…innovation is often also viewed as the application of better solutions that meet new requirements, unarticulated needs, or existing market needs.” A marketer’s viewpoint, but also one that exists in a teaching life.

Better solutions that meet requirements and needs.

Unarticulated needs intrigue me. We are so busy meeting curricular demands and those glaring classroom needs that the unarticulated needs are often overlooked.

These are the students that sit quietly.  They don’t demand attention. In a busy classroom, these kiddos are undercover.

I walk up to V. Her book and notebook are open, pens, highlighters, and lead pencils are neatly lined beside her notebook.  She is quietly making perfect little boxes out of the square post-its provided for jots about reading. A bit of glitter has been placed in one of the boxes.

How is that book going?

Guilty looks.

This is a student who can read and access grade level texts when a teacher or parent is there. But left to her own devices, she will only engage deeply with graphic novels.

Many teachers have felt that V needs an IEP. Initially, she presents in this way. She is slow to talk and engage with classmates; she is reluctant to write and open a book. She’d rather operate in her own little world. But discussions with V show understanding and intelligence.  Open-ended requests to share what she noticed in a book and she lights up. Running records show her to be a very close to grade level.

The trouble with V and all the kiddos like her is that she is a child who moves to her own drummer. She is creative; filled with ideas and passions that don’t fit school expectations. She resists, quietly. And, she could go undetected in a large middle school classroom. Only calling attention to herself with missing homework.What to do? 

We innovate.

Our agreement is as long as she’s reading and writing, it can be on her terms.  She understands school requires assignments and tests. We meet. We modify her assignments. Currently, V is close to meeting reading and writing expectations. Which is great. I don’t worry about her literacy. What concerns me are the educational cracks she could fall through down the road. Will she get to do the things she is interested in and uniquely skilled to do?  

The system isn’t designed for V. And it makes me wonder, how many students are just like V.


Day 18: Discomfort

This March I’m “slicing” a piece of my teaching day every day.


Learning requires fundamental internal changes. Reorganization and reordering of what was so we can add in new. It is a disruption in our internal state of being.  And that is uncomfortable.

Yesterday I asked students to figure something out. Alone.

Before this, I modeled. Students worked together on a similar problem. It was a culmination of years of modeling and practicing with others.  Now it was time to go it alone. Scary and uncomfortable for most.

Many students want someone there, to support, to prompt, and often to do for them. “I don’t get it” was the call for help. To which the teacher instinct in me says, “let me help.”

Yesterday, I steeled myself against my instincts and asked, “What can you do?”

That led to some blank stares. Which might translate into the fact that I have given in to their requests too readily. Or perhaps they are exquisitely skilled in seeking help.

I say. “This is your time to try. You are a reader and a writer. You have had many lessons on this. Figure it out.”

“Can I work with someone else?”

I say, “Not this time.”

More discomfort. Fidget. Fidget. Get a drink of water.

Finally, a solo attempt.

I’m cheering inside. But, I say, “What else can you do?”

More discomfort, but less fidgeting and another attempt.

“This is hard.”

I say, “And you are doing it!”

I take this lesson into the staff lounge where the conversations float toward teachers teaching new subjects, new grade levels. And out of my mouth, I hear, “I don’t want to learn that all alone. That scares me.”  I toss and turn with the prospect of not knowing. Perhaps I’ve become complacent or exquisitely skilled in my little world that makes anything outside it frightening. I am my students. How dare I not go there?

Thank you, Two Writing Teachers for the March Slice of Life Challenge. Read more slices here.