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Yesterday was the first day of our writing class. I will share with you just one boy's work. There is usually one kid, usually a boy, who really doesn't want to be there. He would rather be surfing, or skateboarding, or something else. But we can assume his mom made him come. It becomes obvious after just a few minutes that he is here to "improve himself." I take great pity on these kids. By and large they are nice kids, but THEY REALLY DON'T WANT TO BE SITTING IN A CLASSROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER! That is one reason why I try to plan something entertaining everyday, and especially the first day. That is why I served watermelon. I served watermelon to everyone so they could discuss its attributes, but then there was one piece left over.

When I said that I had my eye on someone who would get the last piece of watermelon if he or she wrote something, Ryan wrote something. This is an excerpt. I really liked it, maybe because it was kind of terrible, but so terrible it was artsy. He then crumpled it up and then later scratched it out. Here is what I can make out from it:

watermelon (something, something.....
......
......
watermelon because I'm full watermelon remind me
bout stuf i do like three pees
are tasty with mashed pitato fries

His revised piece:

watermelon is round green
on the outside red on the inside
very sweet and tasty i love
watermelon


Frankly, I really prefer the original! It's such a shame that he scratched it out!
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This session I have fifth graders in my writing and math/science workshops. (Last session was 7th grade.)
While I have often claimed that 5th grade was my favorite age, this time I'm not so sure. We have the Korean boys who like to argue and jump each other, just for fun. We have the Persian boys who ask when is recess, 15 minutes after class begins. We have the obnoxious boy who is either hogging the car project his group is making or yanking it out of someone else's hands....or throwing it on the ground to "test" it.  We have the girls who are afraid to say anything.  (Probably due to any of the previously mentioned perpetrators.)

For some reason, every teacher at our summer workshop has agreed that this particular batch of kids (across the grade levels) is the lowest, slowest, most talkative group they've ever seen. It probably has to do with it being the middle of summer. The first week after school lets out they remember the proper school decorum. The week before school starts again, they are there to refresh their brains for the academic year to come. But mid July?     Heck, they really ought to be at the beach.

However, as I know I posted a year ago or so, and in spite of the previous comments, the fifth graders show an ability to stretch their thinking muscles in ways that 8th graders have a lot of trouble with. Last year I was noticing how much more easily they tackled the brain teasers. This year's group is pretty unimpressive with the "pain tweezers" as they call them, but shows much more understanding of the density experiment we did today.

And none of the grades, 5th or 7th, or 8th is as on top of things as the 3rd graders I have during the regular school year.

Perhaps we should all just cram everything into our brains during 3rd grade and then take off for the beach. I know that's where I ought to be right now!

Mundanity

Jul. 20th, 2007 08:26 am
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[profile] vyncentvega has proposed that people keep track of what they eat. Then we'll all compare notes and________? See who wins?
I ponder why I will be reluctant to share that I had a quesadilla and Brasilian coffee plus 1/2 & 1/2 for breakfast, (fake sugar added), a cheese/chile tamale for lunch, pigged out after work on mac and cheese (1/2 cup), diet root beer, cheese popped fluffs and two cappuchino  (Thank you Trader Joe's!) ice cream bon bons, and followed w/ a sensible dinner of another 1/2 cup of mac and cheese plus an Italian sausage. Strawberry juice was consumed but I did not partake of the canteloupe which was reported to be excellent.

I figure that LJ is to be reserved for angst, tragedy, huge successes reported modestly, and comedy. Complaining is always fair game but can usually be included under one of the previous categories. Special allowances are made for fine photos, epic road trip reports, and of course chickens.

Perhaps I am reluctant because it is all too mundane. But think of the drama and intrigue  hidden behind the mundane!

Yesterday I reported on the fascinating adventures of the chickens (!)  but failed to report that I had spent a day enlightening young minds at a famous university's Young Writers and Scientists/Mathematician Workshop. Boring!

But wait, what really happened?

  • I watched as the (fifth grade) students broke into groups of 4 or 5 members of their own choosing and selected names for their groups:

                      the Korean boys were the "Super East"
                       the Asian girls (Vietnamese, Taiwanese, and Korean) chose the names the "Yorkies"
                       A group of boys calling themselves the "Laker Girls" had to be admonished to stop speaking exclusively in Farsi; the fourth  member of   their group was not Persian, but Indian.

  • A student breathed upon me with Kim Chee breath to ask a fractured question about where to find supplies for his project.

  • I spoke at length to a colleague about the multiple times he was almost fired from a school district.

  • I imperiously demanded of the students who had stepped on a young toad.

  • The Korean group "Super East" had a falling out and divided itself into two separate entities. Perhaps I should have suggested the names North and South Korea. Loud conversations in Korean ensued. I'm not sure what was said. I don't think it was very nice, however.

  • Two other groups had disagreements and split into more and sometimes less congenial sub groups

  • The students all claimed they had a great day.

  • I came home from work to find the front door wide open and no one at home

  • Had the previously mentioned nutritious after school snack and completed the crossword puzzle.

  • Had a conversation with[profile] emosnail about how he spent three hours sleeping in the sun and turned into a lobster, all while on his workshift as a bee buster.

  • Other activities were included but were truly too mundane for inclusion in this journal.

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