The first weekend in February.
One of my favorites of the year.
Our state reading conference.
I have been attending
since the year I started teaching.
When I slept on the floor
in my teacher mother's hotel room.
Thirty years later
I have been to at least 25
And the night before
I am as excited
as a child
waiting for Santa Claus.
I love CCIRA.
That time of getting my bucket refilled.
"Only one out of every 24 fifth grade teachers
reads aloud to kids.
Kids need read aloud."
"We need to rethink our images of reading
to include our digital lives."
"I have a goal that every one of my students
will read 40 novels.
Last year the child who read the fewest read 18.
But the year before he only read two."
sharing title after title after title,
as I jot madly,
wishing that we lived in New Hampshire
and my sons could have Penny
for their high school
And Sharon Taberski,
"Most of the time when kids don't comprehend
it's not an issue of strategy instruction
it's an issue of background knowledge.
When we take content instruction
out of the picture
we make reading
even harder for kids
from homes with low SES."
I love the speakers.
Love getting my bucket refilled.
My theory confirmed
I love hearing from these speakers.
Remembering what I believe
Remembering why I do
what I do
Tweaking my theory
and rethinking what I will do Monday morning.
the informal hallway
just as much.
The two minute conversation in the bookstore
with a stranger
"Have you read OPENING MINDS? It's a must have…"
The hugs from CCIRA friends that I see once a year.
"How are your boys?
I saw the article in the paper.
I remember when…"
Glasses of wine
and teaching stories
and titles shared.
"If your kids have finished WIMPY KID
Try THE NERDS.
"What do YOU do when…"
"This is how I'm keeping track of the data…"
It is four weeks
until my state's blessed event
and I am struggling
to believe in myself
as a teacher.
I am struggling
in my kids
I am so thankful
to have had