Stop Now

After stopping by my blog on too many a grading evening, I just toppled over. Well, I put my head down on my desk while I tried to regain my strength. I stood up to get a paper for a student and saw compassion and concern in the eyes of the 6th graders. Then, someone from the back said, "Mrs. Woodall, you need to go home." I mean too many late nights and early mornings, and I nearly fell out in class.

My husband tells me I should sleep more. My coworkers tell me I should sleep more. My students tell me I should sleep more. Until my body just stops, I keep pushing myself and don't listen to any of the people who can see what I'm doing to myself.

When I made it to the doctor, he tested me for strep, the flu, and pneumonia. All came back negative. I think my body was just resounding an emphatic, "Stop now!"

That was last Tuesday, so needless to say, I didn't make it through the school day, I hardly made it to the doctor, I didn't blog, I didn't make it my conferences--all I did was crash and burn.

Now I'm back. I have been up since 4:30 AM, and it is now 11:05. I have nothing of literary merit to write. I just am writing to say. "Here I am. Now I'm going to bed."

Thanks for making me write, even when it's not much. You Slicers are an awesome group.

Goodnight. I must stop now.

Stopping by My Blog on a Grading Evening

      With my sincerest apologies to Robert Frost for what I've done to his snowy woods.

This stack of papers here they grow

Using  this rubric sure is slow

Cannot sleep, disturbing the flow

Grades due so soon, oh no.

I’d like to end my grading here   

And let this assessment just go.

You must think my assessment queer

To grade until morning is near.

I’ve had all of this Common Core rubric I can take

The grades are not too good I fear.

I reassess and give my head a shake

And ask if this grade is a mistake.   

The only sound’s the  pen’s sweep   

Common Core writing is not cake.

Some with analysis so deep.   

Yet so many more still to reach,  

And papers to go before I re-teach,   

And papers to go before I re-teach.

Around the Dial

My favorite local FM station is shutting down, becoming sports' talk radio. Just what we need more talk radio. Here is my poem for Dave FM. I will miss them.

Radio tunes to iTunes,
Pandora's box opened--
Sirius-ly,
I should have Spotified
the waves of change.
FM now XM,
Around
and 
Around
the dial,
I find nothing.

Tornado of Thoughts

Writing teachers, slice with me. Go to http://twowritingteachers.wordpress.com/

A tornado descends,

the whirlwind

of to dos--

unwritten,

undone,

strewn about,

the cyclone of 

what's lost,

forgotten.

The tornado chasers grow weary
from the futility of the pursuit
of these tornado thoughts

Off the scale--

impossible to stop,

devastating 

wreckage

strewn 

all around--

the "to dos"

the must dos,

the crucial,

the undone,

scattered 

everywhere.

Suddenly the storm stops,

the debris of dendrites

strewn about--

a wandering mind,

driven to distraction,

creative bursts,

a spirit of inquiry

impulsive answering,

the havoc wrought

by the tornado of her mind.

The recovery effort--

where to begin?

What to tackle first?

One thing begun,

interrupted by another

Two things begun,

both undone.

Needing redirection,

forgetting the essentials,

leaving out what's important

caught up in distractions,

never getting it quite right,

encumbered by her own whirlwind,
missing moments and losing sleep
lost in the violence of her own storm,
a self-created vortex of despair

her tornado of thoughts.

Finding Space, Making Time

Planning
Grading
Questioning
Struggling
Teaching
Communicating
Collaborating
Scaffolding
Grappling
Playing
Chauffeuring
Loving


Ah...it's Tuesday, almost Wednesday--
Time for
finding space
and
making time
to write.

to write, again.

Common Core--You're a bore!

Common core,
you're a bore.
Appendix C,
the writing I abhor.

I'm venting here...

I just printed out an "exemplar" text from the Common Core site. This 8th grade informative/explanatory text does not even have a lead. Really?  Are you kidding me? This is a model text. My units are given to me to modify, the exemplars meet the standards, but they are boring. Boring. This formal academic style of writing with so little voice is scaring me tonight.

Tomorrow my students and I will evaluate this writing piece according to the standards and the rubric and discuss what makes it good and discuss where it can improve. I am wondering if my students will notice how boring the writing is and how it does little to engage the reader.

Of course, engaging the reader is no longer a part of my standards. Here are my standards:

W.6.2. Write informative/explanatory texts to examine a topic and convey ideas, concepts, and information through the selection, organization, and analysis of relevant content.

• Introduce a topic; organize ideas, concepts, and information, using strategies such as definition, classification, comparison/contrast, and cause/effect; include formatting (e.g., headings), graphics (e.g., charts, tables), and multimedia when useful to aiding comprehension.
• Develop the topic with relevant facts, definitions, concrete details, quotations, or other information and examples.
• Use appropriate transitions to clarify the relationships among ideas and concepts.
• Use precise language and domain-specific vocabulary to inform about or explain the topic.
• Establish and maintain a formal style.
• Provide a concluding statement or section that follows from the information or explanation presented.

Should I even focus on leads/grabbers? Do they even matter any longer?  

Here is the student sample texts in case you're interested:

http://www.corestandards.org/assets/Appendix_C.pdf.

There are parts of CC I am enjoying, but there are other parts that have me asking where am I, where will I go, how will I find myself in all of this?

Common Core,

you're a bore.

I will not become you're whore.

I will swim until I find the shore.

I will find a way to do more,

than just achieve the score.

Responding to Text? Responding to Life?

Two Writing Teachers

I love my children's teachers this year, the way they encourage deep and fun literacy in the home. This weekend (and every weekend this year) I will be writing my third grade son a letter to respond to the weekly letter he writes me in class. The teacher won't be reading our letters; he will just be helping us communicate and write to one another. Already in my first letter I told Michael things I don't often tell him out loud. I think this letter writing might be good for both of us.

My kindergartener Sarah's fun literacy activity was to bring home a mentor text and the class animal (the mouse from If You Give a Mouse a Cookie). We had so much fun with the mouse, and we penned our version of If You Take a Mouse to Sarah's House to put in Mouse's class book.

This makes me reflect on my classroom literary experiences this year. I think my literacy focus is solely on textual evidence and deeper reading; therefore, I am afraid I am losing some of the connections that make literacy and writing personally meaningful. My students seem to be enjoying the change and the challenge of exploring the deeper meaning of text. The problem is, though, that I have little time to help them find their own voice, that one that makes meaning out of life, that memoir voice, that poet's voice. I must find a place for that in my curriculum.  Responding to text is a necessary skill we must all have; however, responding to life is equally if not more important. 

Given the state units to implement and given the new CC curriculum, I am trying to find a way to keep what is sacred to self-discovery while adding what is necessary for college and career readiness.