I have been so busy the last few nights that I haven’t been able to read through my Students’ Slice of Life posts. As a result, I had quite a queue of slices waiting for approval.
All day long I looked forward to some quiet moments to read my students’ writing. I settled into my favorite reading chair with a mug of hot chocolate and settled in to read.
I clicked on the first few posts and they transported me to some interesting places. I felt like I traveled on the shoulders of my students into their worlds. I was on board a freighter ship traveling to Colombia during a mustering drill. I went on a cross country ski around a Maine backyard and read a vivid description of a deer killed by coyotes. I witnessed a softball pitching clinic. I have been on many wild rides down the nearby sledding hills.
But, there were some that raised an alarm. As I read some pieces I noticed some of my students were struggling with this writing. It wasn’t a complete surprise, these are the students I have been propping up and giving extra support to all year. As I read their pieces, these samples of the what they can do independently, I realized I still have so much more to do with these students. I doubted myself and felt disappointed.
I grabbed a notepad and started making notes… strengths, needs, possible teaching points. I thought about where they started and how far they have come. I am thinking about the 3 1/2 months I have left with them and began developing a plan.
Yes, they have come along as writers. Yes, they have a long way to go. Yes, they WILL grow as writers.