As a teacher, I can pretty much count on there being a day in February or March when I look at a group of kids and realize, “Oh! They’re not third graders anymore. They’re fourth graders waiting to happen.” Or, “Yesterday I was looking at fifth graders. Now I’m looking at middle schoolers.” Really. It happens in a day. They just…turn, transform, evolve.
I haven’t had that experience this year. Maybe it’s the masks. Maybe it’s the lack of interaction. Maybe it’s the sum total of all the trauma that we’ve been through. But I’ve yet to look at any of my ten groups and say, “Wow. These kids look like they’re _____ graders.”
In the meantime, I’m catching signs of growth that make my heart smile, some proverbial crocuses poking their heads up from the earth.
This week, I’ve seen my kids…
talking about how word pairs might be cousins, twins, older brothers or sisters, parents, grandparents of one another
deliberately trying craft moves for their readers – and being happy when others notice
reading other comments on a blog post, then forming their own response and incorporating others’ ideas
highlighting one another’s work, showcasing and building upon it
engaging in conversations about how this world and the people in it need to be better
And these things I will gather in a bouquet, place in a makeshift vase, set on my counter, and admire each time I pass by.
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