Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I share many of my life's stories with my students. They're the best audience. I write the stories on our desktop and it's projected to our screen while they're writing in their journals. They see me revise as I write. They see me revise as I read it aloud. They give me feedback and advice. I even had a student create a fictional tale of meeting Will Smith in Hollywood with similar elements to my real account of almost meeting Betty White in L.A. fifteen years ago. Today, one journal choice was to write all they knew about their favorite singer, actor, author, or poet. I had recently read a Time article on Justin Beiber and wanted to impress them with my pop-trivia. During their pre-writing chit chat, one of my girls turned to her neighbor and stated that Ms. Blady was her favorite writer. She didn't say it for me to hear. I was tickled. It was the first time (and hopefully not the last) that I had ever heard someone say such a thing. Tickled.
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So, you get that flattery, and I get "Oh, Ms. G. you're the most fashionable teacher." Gee, really? That's what you're taking away from all this time we spend together? I smiled, and moved on to another student. This student, who had not heard the previous exchange, told me that she has come to love the logic of math. I had redeemed myself for myself! :)
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