Slice of Life Day 19: On Identity

Yesterday, I wrote about planning a workshop on identity writing. The goal was to explore:

How can I teach young writers about the power of the “default” where it comes to writing? How can I have them realize that characters without identifying traits still get identified – as whatever the mainstream culture would have readers picture? How can I have young writers begin to put cultural markers into their work through explicit and inferred language? And what are the questions to consider and explore when we do start to incorporate cultural language into writing?

First, let me say for the record that I am notoriously notgreat at taking photos of events, despite telling myself that I wanted to be sure to snap a few. So…words will have to suffice.

We were a small but mighty group: eight colleagues came. I didn’t see the participant list ahead of time, but I was expecting to see a range of language arts teachers. Much to my surprise and delight, two music and two art teachers, along with a library assistant, came to the conversation.

I’m so grateful those colleagues came. Their presence meant that all of us got to think beyond the boundaries of our own discipline, and our conversation put identity at the heart of our self-expression.

We started with a personal identity wheel exercise, and I encouraged participants to note where they considered themselves to be in the dominant, or “default” demographic. It led to conversations about ageism, and people not being taken seriously on either end of the spectrum. It led to conversations around geography, and how it helps us understand the culture of where we work.

That led us to talk about ways that we might see marks of identity in pieces of art. I used written mentor text, though if I realized it would be a cross-discipline group, I would have brought lyrics, sheet music, and/or visual pieces to discuss.

In pairs, and then in groups of four, participants looked at mentor text: where were the cultural markers that let readers know the protagonist was beyond the “default” demographic? And how do we encourage kids to include those markers?

When picking text for this exercise, I chose texts featuring characters from diverse cultures, but not revolving around that theme. It was just…everyday life, everyday stories of everyday kids.

Sidebar: < clears throat, steps onto soapbox > I’m aware this exercise just examines cultural diversity. I’m also aware that my chosen “everyday stories” represent the default for a different identity group. We can – and should! – do exactly the same for physical and neurodiversity, gender expression, socioeconomic status, age…ANYTHING. <Steps off soapbox>

It was a fascinating conversation, and I’m hoping my colleagues left with:

  • Ideas for mentor text to use with students
  • A stronger sense of how identity is integral to self-expression
  • Ideas for leaving cultural markers or fingerprints in creative works

All in all, a very, very good day.


P.S. If you’re looking for short mentor texts to give this a try for yourself, here are a few I incorporated:

Excerpt from Room to Dream by Kelly Yang

Excerpt from A Place at the Table by Saadia Faruqi

Except from Pippa Park Raises Her Game by Erin Yun

Slice of Life Day 18: In the Nick of Time

I’m not going to lie…the last several days have been DOOZIES where it comes to getting my writing posted each and every day.

So, I’m going to preview a little project I’ve been working on, and I’ll give you an update tomorrow – that is, of course, assuming that some other post doesn’t pull me to the side.

I’m a strong believer in the power of writing to both shape and affirm identity.

But when I look at the writing my diverse student population produces, there’s actually very little within it to express that diversity.

I wrestle with this. How can I teach young writers about the power of the “default” where it comes to writing? How can I have them realize that characters without identifying traits still get identified – as whatever the mainstream culture would have readers picture? How can I have young writers begin to put cultural markers into their work through explicit and inferred language? And what are the questions to consider and explore when we do start to incorporate cultural language into writing?

Those are the questions I’ll be posing tomorrow at a mini-workshop for teachers. Wish me luck, and I’ll post an update afterwards!

Slice of Life Day 17: Progress Check

At the beginning of the year, I posted about my One Little Word: quiet. I had chosen this word for the second year in a row because, quite frankly, it got gotten the proverbial short end of the stick.

So how am I doing this year? Have I paid more attention to my One Little Word, or does it still lay crumpled on the closet floor, crammed between the past-their-prime tennis shoes and the sweater that can’t seem to stay hung no matter which hanger I place it on?

Well…I think I’m doing a little bit better, but I think…I could do a little better.

Here’s what I mean.

I’m starting to take more time in quiet. My gym has a sauna, and I’ve elected to leave my phone or other distractions out when I spend time there.

I’ve started to notice when my mind is going into “busy brain” mode, and I’ve used that noticing to bring myself out of my brain and into my body: what am I feeling, and where?

…but that’s about it.

I’m still distracting myself with noise more often than not. Podcasts seem to be the underlying soundtrack to most of what I do: chores, driving, drifting off to bed.

I think I’d like to disconnect more often: perhaps while walking the dogs? Perhaps at bedtime?

All of which is to say, I’m not ready for another One Little Word yet. I’ll keep this one around, but maybe I’ll pull it from the closet, dust it off, and let it sit next to the rock collection on my dresser.

And you? One Little Worders, how’s it going for you?

Slice of Life Day 15: A Writerly View

One of the things I love about the Slice of Life Challenge is the way it forces me to be on the lookout for things to write about. Seeing, experiencing, thinking or wondering about things causes me to think about how I might write about them, or how people might respond to them. Just today, I had an entire bumper crop of ideas:

The military-level logistics it takes to navigate each and every day

The joys of receiving big hugs from a former students

Using a metaphor in conversation and having my colleague say – with respect and love – that of course I’d come through with a metaphor

The heart-bubbling satisfaction of finding the perfect .gif for a situation

How choosing an ELA curriculum feels like dating (there I go with the metaphors again)

The parallel joy and anxiety of having kids in early adulthood

The guilt connected to preaching about the importance of commenting on blog posts and then not having the time to do it myself

The deep connection of mathematics to cheese and peanut butter crackers

Honestly. For each and every one of these subjects, I toyed with how it might look as a blog post. What would I say? What format would it take? What tone would I use?

Funny…I’m big on pushing for students to feel like writers, but a lot of the time it’s hard for me to feel like one. But March lets me step more comfortably into that version of myself – a version that I have to remember, during the other months, how much I enjoy.

Slice of Life Day 14: On Being Smart

My second graders are learning about children all around the world. We’re using materials based on the UNICEF work from the Conventions on the Rights of the Child. Right now, we’re learning about at what every kid has a right to, including the right to be healthy, to play, to have an identity, to food, water, and shelter. We’re learning that some kids have those things. And some kids don’t.

We were reading about one right in particular: Every child has the right to learn.

We read about illiteracy and the lack of opportunities for schooling, especially focused on gaps between genders or economic status. And then I asked my students: does being illiterate mean you’re not smart?

Sidebar: < clears throat, steps onto soapbox > If we want kids labeled “smart” to function in this world, it is absolutely critical for them to have conversations about what exactly “smart” means and doesn’t mean. <Steps off soapbox>

It sparked some good conversation, which culminated in this thinking:

I think they might be on to something.

Slice of Life Day 13: The Light Dawns

Some folks out there know all about my recent foray into crowdsourcing. It’s been a game-changer for my fourth-graders, and it’s been fun to share our discoveries.

We’ve also been working on the importance of using the language of craft no matter what the medium: arts, sports, literature…

So. Today.

I had my kids do a final piece of writing expressing why they like their favorite author. It was my pre-assessment earlier, and today’s writing will show whether they can articulate works written, impact, and specific mention of writer’s craft.

I put on work music and let them go, expecting silence save for Thelonius Monk and purposeful key-tapping.

And then, I heard it. VOICES.

The kids were talking to each other. And I thought, HEY! We’re in the middle of a writing assignment! I’m trying to assess my kids! They shouldn’t be talking to each other.

And then another voice said, HEY, ya nincompoop! LISTEN to what they’re saying. Your kids are crowdsourcing. On their OWN. You didn’t have to tell them to do it. They’ve DONE IT! They’ve LEARNED THE THING! And it’s important enough to them that they’re doing it for themselves!

Wow. Talk about a ton of bricks.

The view from my vantage point

This reminds me of earlier on in my teaching, when I was the type of teacher who did Sustained Silent Reading. I clung to the Sanctity of Sustained Silent Reading with a white-knuckled grasp, admonishing kids who destroyed such Sanctity with whispers and giggles.

And then one day I actually listened to what the kids were talking about. Their READING. And it hit me like a ton of bricks: who am I to stop them from engaging in conversations about literature? That moment marked a clear before-after point in my teaching.

All of which is to say, I keep learning again and again to use my students as a guide. I keep learning to follow their lead so that I can learn alongside them. And I hope I can always keep that spirit.

Slice of Life Day 12: Prithee

Today is one of those days where I have the delightful problem of having too many things I want to post about.

So today, I think I will share my fifth graders’ work with Shakespeare. They spent last week learning about the guy and all of his weirdness, even coming up with their own favorite fact videos.

This week, we ventured into compliment and insult territory. I always like teaching from this direction because…let’s face it: Shakespeare loved to play with language! Even better, Shakespeare was not above a rotten or inappropriate joke. Tell me what fifth grader isn’t going to giggle at the thought!

And in what can best be described as a sneaky move on my part, I taught a lesson on pronouns before we began so that kids could understand the difference between “thee” and “thou.” Don’t tell them, but I also used the lesson to teach a trick for why first, second, and third person narration are named as they are. Oh, the sacrifices I make…

Pronouns for DAYS!

Once they built that understanding, it was off on a choose-your-own-adventure compliment and insult fest.

And while I have the stage, just take a look at the paragraph above. All of those hyphens to create an adjective? I don’t know if you started them or popularized them, but thanks for those, Shakespeare!

Bottom line: Word play is fun, and Shakespeare was a master at it. Catch these kids:

LISTEN to those GIGGLES!

Next up? The kids are going to make videos of themselves doing compliments or insults, and classmates are going to vote on “Shakey awards” for creativity and craft.

Shakespeare may be old-timey, but fun is NOT!

Slice of Life Day 11: Technically Speaking

There I was, all set to publish a post gushing about the online Slicer meetup we had yesterday evening. What a good time it was! We shared where we were from, how many years we’ve been slicing, what types of writing we really enjoy, and what challenges we’ve faced as writers.

Look at us! All the wisdom and experience here is a MARVEL.

I always have an amazing time interacting with fellow writers online, but the chance to see faces and hear actual voices is a true joy.

But WordPress has decided to be mean.

I haven’t been able to edit WordPress posts on Chrome for almost a year now. Just now, Safari has gone on strike. And to top it all off with a cherry, my Jetpack app isn’t refreshing my draft.

Will this post go up? Will it be doomed to the rabbit holes of back end technology? Time will tell, friends. Time. Will. Tell.

I’LL say…

Slice of Life Day 10: Current Sitch

There are lots of places around my house that I could work.

I could sit in the recliner chair with my feet up, right in the middle of the family room.

I could also sit on the family room couch, right next to the hubs as he watches TV.

I could nestle under my favorite cozy blanket on the couch in the living room, taking in the view of the back yard.

All of those places are nice…in theory. But in reality, I have two dogs who see my laptop and immediately view it as their opportunity to demand attention. Fingers on the keyboard? Better nudge ’em off. Mom emailing colleagues? Time for a distraction. Let’s lick her elbows.

No, there’s really only one place where the dogs rest and let me work undisturbed. Only when I’m in bed do they feel calm and comfortable enough to leave me be. Black dog Lilah is happiest when she hogs the dog bed, brown dog Winnie is just fine with the leftovers.

Some call it unprofessional. Others call it poor sleep hygiene. I call it a matter of survival.

Picture of one dog with paw on lap desk, the other in dog bed
WHO COULD SAY NO TO THIS FACE?

Slice of Life Day 9: Letting the Nerd Flag Fly

I am
a puzzler,
a worder,
a counter of things
(though I can’t
imagine anyone
surprised
to know
that’s mentioned in my
answer key)

I am
a planner,
a thinker,
a system worker-outer
(because I gave you
two guesses
and the first one
didn’t count)

I am
a watcher,
a wonder-er,
a looker at skies
(and I admit
that’s the “C”
of my
all-of-the-above)


I started this post thinking it was going to be a retelling of my day through the different puzzles I did and how. Then I realized…I do an embarrassingly large number of puzzles. So today’s post started coming out my fingers as a poem, whether I liked it or not. I think I was also inspired by Ona’s clever SAT post, if you’d like to give her a peek!

Will there be a post about the puzzles I do? Probably. I just have to own it…