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A Sampling of Student's Slice of Life Stories
Yesterday I blogged about how students were resisting the Slice of Life Story Challenge this month. Today, after a full day at the #innovategraded conference in Sao Paulo, I opened up their Google docs and discovered a treasure trove of amazing slices. Please respond in the comments. I know my students would really appreciate that!
Slice #1 - Go eat dinner
“Wendy, dinner is
ready!” Mom yelled out.
“OK. I’m coming, just one
little piece to work.”
I don’t want to miss the thing.
“Well, be faster.” Then, she turned to do her “job”.
I finished, but I don’t want to move my poor body anymore. I’m like a snail
moving so slowly. My legs are like full of the iron so I couldn't move it, but
still I get into the dining room and get ready to have my dinner.
Slice # 2 - Selling and Buying
dad and I were eating dinner when suddenly he proposes that our family sells
our house in Houston and buy a different one. I said, “OK...How about we get
the new house in California?” Then, my mom replied, “Yes! But, not L.A. How
about San Diego?“ “Ooh, or maybe San Francisco!” I replied. But in the end my
dad said, “I think we’ll just keep it in Texas.”
Today we went to a school called
Einstein for an orchestra practice. The orchestra rode on a loud bus until
finally we got there and tried to play the song we have been practicing for
weeks. It’s a crazy mash up of different songs like Bullfight.
I got ready to play. I took a deep breath and looked over at S, the only other cello player. One, two, three. One two, three. I tapped my foot along with my mental counting. After all I was just practicing. "NOW!" I thought. My bow made a soft movement on the string. SNAP! Went my string. Well, it wasn'tthe first time.
Life is like basketball you pass by people and
also people hurt you. I like basketball because it helps me take out stress. I
get in the zone and forget the world around me like I’m somewhere else. Like
also the feeling of the ball brushing my fingertips and I dribble. I like the
wind blowing in my hair.
“For the first 20
minutes you’ll do independent reading,” the substitute for our absent teacher
said. “And then we’ll go down to the computer lab to do you reading MAP
testing.” The whole class gasped. We weren't notified of this test. Several
MAP testing is a test all middle school students do at
the beginning and middle of the year. There were two tests - math and reading. I
liked the math one better because it was just easier for me.
When it was time for the test, I focused really hard and
blocked out the sounds of chairs squeaking. I started to get a rhythm in my
mind: to read the passage, look at the answers, and click on an answer. Read,
look, click….Read, look, click….
Finally I was done, and I have to say
that I was pretty impressed and pleased about my score. It was above average. I
clicked done and enjoyed the last few minutes of class reading The Maze Runner. Slice #6
I bounced on the seat as
the car drove. My music was bursting in my ears, but that’s how I liked it. As
I was looking through my phone to pick a new song, because I didn't want to
listen to another Fall Out Boy song, I noticed I had three unread text
messages. Then I saw the people who sent them. All people from New Jersey. "Wow," I thought. "I haven’t texted these people in a long time. Might as well
text them." I responded to all three people and then decided to also text
three more. I turned off my phone and sat listening to my music, Sarcasm by Get
Scared. After a while someone responded. It was Mary Louise, one of the people
who didn't text me first.
“Hey,” she replied.
“How life in NJ?” I
conversation started boring it became more interesting. Then someone else
responded, Sasha. Sasha was one of my closest friends in New Jersey. She was
the first friend I made when I moved to New Jersey.
“HIIIII” she replied.
“Dude it’s March 3rd.
I’m coming March 27th,” I answered excitedly.
kept talking we came to new topics and discussed many different things. I was
so happy to be able to talk with my old friends. Slice #7
Today I was going outside of Ms.
Milla`s class and I found Pardo playing el burrito. I said, “Pardo, let's play." “Yes,” he screamed happily. Then, we were passing the ball until they threw it right into my nose. Plack!!!!!! It sounded. I heard people laughing.
Hahahaha, it doesn't hurt a lot. Then, Mr. Muenker said, “David, I think you
should`t stop it like that," and I hear more laughter.
Slice #8 - The Accident
I was running. My eye was on the ball. I could see how it went up in the sky. I jumped to get it, but I didn't feel the ball hitting my head. I felt as if a rock had collapsed in
the right side of my forehead. “I feel bad coach,” I said. He looked impressed.
“We need to go to the nurse,” he exclaimed. Then, when I looked in the mirror I
saw two big balls on my forehead. Cross posted to Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life, March Classroom Challenge, Day #4
The I have been dismayed to realize that despite my self-image as a teacher with a learner centered classroom, I am far from truly achieving that goal.
I have been listening carefully to myself lately, and I don't like what I hear myself saying to the kids. Instead of empowering my students to take ownership of their learning, I am still the director on the stage. I still ask leading questions rather than ones that push the learner to figure things out for herself. I realize I often spoon feed my students hopeful that they will give me the answer I'm looking for. An answer that will make my job easier. Answers that will fit with what I expect students to say despite the fact that 30 years in education has taught me nothing if not that students are unpredictable, and if we prepare for anything, that is what we should be prepared for. Teacher
An anecdote. The other day I was talking with a student about the fact that she was abandoning more books than she was finishing. I was as…
I have been doing a lot of soul searching over the last couple of days. And, I've come to the conclusion that I must change my attitude - shift my stance - so I can assume a new perspective. So that I am more aligned with what's important and may add value to my life. Focusing on the negative is not making me stronger or healthier. In fact, I am often stressed because I worry a lot about unimportant things. I obsess over situations out of my control. I dismiss positive experiences that would help lift my spirits and align my focus towards what's important. I need a distraction from my own thoughts.
I need balance in my life. Not because I work hard to prepare my classes. Not because I read a lot of professional literature. Not because I wrote a lot this summer and will continue to do so now that school has started. But because I have been obsessing on the wrong things. Mostly, I obsess about what someone said or did and what it says about me as a teacher. I obsess about …
I am sitting in my usual spot.
At least it has been my usual spot for about a week now.
It has become my work space.
It's where I sit to participate in online summer PD activities.
It's where I read.
It's where I write.
My usual spot is in a corner of the couch.
The arm rest is unusually wide.
I can pile my books, notebooks and even my laptop there.
And, I do.
I used to have a more conventional work space,
but then my husband, who works from home,
and was struggling to stick to his side of the desk,
finally spread out,
invading my work space.
One day, after many attempts at getting organized,
and not succeeding,
he told me that he was going to add an extension to our house,
so I could have my own work space.
I told him it was cheaper to tidy up.
That was months ago.
Before claiming my usual spot,
I set up a temporary, wobbly table against a wall in my bedroom
for a work space.
I used that for a few months.
Not ideal, but better than nothing.