I think the kids in my class are trying to convince me not to go to grad school next year just by virtue of their sheer loveableness. Yesterday, for instance, Ella came in to our classroom the second half of the day wearing a sign on her back.
"What is that, Ella?" I said. She turned around. She'd written on a green piece of construction paper "DO NOT PINCH ME ! ! !"
"But Ella," I said. "You're wearing green pants and a green shirt. Who would pinch you?"
"Some people," she said, very world-wearily, "just like to pinch you ANYWAY."
Jordan is also fast becoming one of the loves of my life. Yesterday morning as I was checking his sentences, I came upon a word written with its first letter nearly perpendicular to the others.
"Jordan," I said, "What happened to this S? It's all sideways!"
"Oh, um....that S, it's in The Matrix!" he said happily. "It's a Matrix S!"
Later in the day, he also begged to be allowed to write a story with his vocab words, instead of putting them in ABC order.
"Well..." I said.
"Come on," he said. "I'll make it something you'll really like! I'll make it a story about...Clay Aiken!"
I laughed. "But Jordan," I said. "Those are all weather words! Don't you think it would be easier to write a story about weather?"
"I'll make it about both," he said confidently.
The story starts out "One day there was a terrible blizzard and a storm and hail and lightning. The next thing Clay Aiken knew was he was in the hospital after his car turned over! He was okay, though."
The thing I love about this is that he's the sunniest kid you could ever imagine, and he's always doing sweet things, but he always writes these stories full of destruction. He has nothing against Clay at all -- he put him in to please me! It's just that he always writes about wrecks and battles and things. I think it's his age.
He drew a really terrific picture of tiny, stick-figure people with stick-figure blowtorches building this giant, elaborate, golden statute of a demon of some kind. It was terrific! You could even see the tiny conveyor belt where they were carrying up more horrifying teeth for his giant-demon-statue mouth.
Reggie, of course, also remains terrific. Yesterday he begged to be allowed to take home a page of Mrs. J.'s newspaper because it had a picture of Prince on it. "My mom LOVES Prince," he wrote on it. "And I DO TOO!!!"
Today one of the other fourth graders came in with a cookie she'd made that had one of the spelling words on it. (This is a very cool idea. She has done it several times.) Reggie eagerly accepted his cookie, which said "burst." He placed it on his desk and went on working on his math.
A few minutes later, he suddendly went "Bmmmph! Bmmph!"
"Reggie! Why are you making that noise? Are you choking?" I asked.
"Noooo!" He looked at me, full of absolute innocence. "It's just this cookie. See -- it burst in my mouth! I couldn't help it!"
"What is that, Ella?" I said. She turned around. She'd written on a green piece of construction paper "DO NOT PINCH ME ! ! !"
"But Ella," I said. "You're wearing green pants and a green shirt. Who would pinch you?"
"Some people," she said, very world-wearily, "just like to pinch you ANYWAY."
Jordan is also fast becoming one of the loves of my life. Yesterday morning as I was checking his sentences, I came upon a word written with its first letter nearly perpendicular to the others.
"Jordan," I said, "What happened to this S? It's all sideways!"
"Oh, um....that S, it's in The Matrix!" he said happily. "It's a Matrix S!"
Later in the day, he also begged to be allowed to write a story with his vocab words, instead of putting them in ABC order.
"Well..." I said.
"Come on," he said. "I'll make it something you'll really like! I'll make it a story about...Clay Aiken!"
I laughed. "But Jordan," I said. "Those are all weather words! Don't you think it would be easier to write a story about weather?"
"I'll make it about both," he said confidently.
The story starts out "One day there was a terrible blizzard and a storm and hail and lightning. The next thing Clay Aiken knew was he was in the hospital after his car turned over! He was okay, though."
The thing I love about this is that he's the sunniest kid you could ever imagine, and he's always doing sweet things, but he always writes these stories full of destruction. He has nothing against Clay at all -- he put him in to please me! It's just that he always writes about wrecks and battles and things. I think it's his age.
He drew a really terrific picture of tiny, stick-figure people with stick-figure blowtorches building this giant, elaborate, golden statute of a demon of some kind. It was terrific! You could even see the tiny conveyor belt where they were carrying up more horrifying teeth for his giant-demon-statue mouth.
Reggie, of course, also remains terrific. Yesterday he begged to be allowed to take home a page of Mrs. J.'s newspaper because it had a picture of Prince on it. "My mom LOVES Prince," he wrote on it. "And I DO TOO!!!"
Today one of the other fourth graders came in with a cookie she'd made that had one of the spelling words on it. (This is a very cool idea. She has done it several times.) Reggie eagerly accepted his cookie, which said "burst." He placed it on his desk and went on working on his math.
A few minutes later, he suddendly went "Bmmmph! Bmmph!"
"Reggie! Why are you making that noise? Are you choking?" I asked.
"Noooo!" He looked at me, full of absolute innocence. "It's just this cookie. See -- it burst in my mouth! I couldn't help it!"
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