Tuesday, October 3, 2017
I love kindergarteners.
I do not love testing kindergarteners.
Take last week, for instance.
I am administering a state-mandated, computer-based test to one of my five-year-old friends. The test measures students' understandings in things like phonemic awareness, listening comprehension, vocabulary, and fluency. And it's timed.
F was about five minutes into the test. I was standing about six feet behind him, and about five minutes into the test, he turned around to talk to me.
"Dr Carol, did you know it was my birthday this weekend?"
I tell him I didn't, but that I can't wait to hear about it. After he finishes taking his timed test.
He turns back to the test, but a few seconds later, he has more news.
"And did you know I had a Ninja Turtle party. And M and D and W came. But Joe didn't came."
I try to be polite and attentive as I redirect F again.
"And I had a bouncy castle. It was the one with the Ninja Turtles. The ones coming out of the sewers."
Once again, I try to be politely attentive as I redirect my friend's attention. He lasts about five seconds this time.
"And I had Ninja Turtle cake. And it was so good. I'm going to ask my mom if there is any more. And I can bring it to you.:
I assure him that I bet his cake was beautiful. And that it's ok if he didn't bring me any. I can wait until his next birthday, when he turns seven.
And all the while, the clock on the standardized test is ticking and ticking and ticking.
And I'm wondering how anyone could possibly think this could be a good measure of this little guy's literacy skills.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Patina. The fastest girl on her track team. A "raisin in milk," an African America middle schooler at an affluent Anglo school. Father passed away. A mom who can't care for her daughters because diabetes has forced her to have her legs amputated, and then undergo weekly dialysis. Lives with her "kind-of" family- her dad's brother, his wife, Emily, who Patina calls Momly. Feels responsible for her younger sibling, Maddy.
Reynolds dedicates this book to "those who have been passed the baton way too soon." I know too many of those kids- caring for younger siblings, working on weekends to help pay the family bills, worrying about family members being deported or jailed. I'll be handing this book off to one of those kids today. I'm really glad Jason Reynolds has written it...
Monday, September 4, 2017
This weekend, I read (or maybe I should say cried through) an intermediate grade novel, MATYLDA BRIGHT AND TENDER by Holly McGhee. Susquehanna, better known as Sussy, and Gus have been best friends since kindergarten. Now in fourth grade, they decide they need a pet to take care of. Sussy's dad agrees and the two end up with a leopard spotted gecko, Matylda, spelled with a y. Although the lizard lives at Sussy's house, she's clearly partial to Gus.
After a terrible accident, Sussy finds herself in charge of Matylda. Despite the fact that she's walking through a place of deep sadness and grief, she's determined to do a good job taking care of Matylda. But then her caretaking takes an unexpected twist…
A beautiful novel about friendship, loss, and grief. Put this one on the shelf next to two other oldies but goodies, BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA and TASTE OF BLACKBERRIES
Friday, September 1, 2017
Winner, winner, chicken dinner! Yep, that's what I was about a month ago! OK, maybe I should back up a little. For the past few months, I think since November's election, Donalyn Miller has been giving away a book every day on her Facebook page. She posts the book early in the day, people comment, and then at the end of the day, she chooses a winner from the commenters. She posts some terrific books (yesterday was Jason Reynold's new book, PATINA) and pretty much every day, I comment. Three or four weeks ago, I won Nikki Grimes fabulous new poetry book, ONE LAST WORD.
ONE LAST WORD is first a celebration of Harlem Renaissance poets- Jean Toomer, Clara Ann Thompson, Paul Laurence Dunbar, Langston Hughes, Gwendolyn Bennett, Countee Cullen, and Georgia Douglas Thompson.
The book goes way beyond that, however. Grimes has taken these poets' work and written new poems, in a poetry format called "the Golden Shovel." Grimes describes "the Golden Shovel" like this:
The idea of the Golden Shovel poem is to take a short poem in its entirety, or a line from that poem (called a striking line) and create a new poem, using the words from the original, Say you decide to use a single line, you would arrange that line, word by word, in the right margin:
Then you would write a new poem, each line ending in one of these words…
I wake and shake off the morning as Mom tiptoes in
"Rise and shine," she whispers, always the
same old song, "Get up. Right
now!" I grown on cue, but she gives me no margin.
Here's one of the poems from the book.
"The Negro Speaks of Rivers"
by Langston Hughes
I've known rivers
I've known rivers
ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen it's muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
"David's Old Soul"
by Nikki Grimes
As far back as I can remember, my
mother has called me "an old soul."
I never understood. But now that our family has
dwindled to just Mom and us kids, I've grown
into a man. You do what you have to do. "David, dig deep,"
is the whisper in my ear. So I stand strong like
a tree my baby brothers can lean on. I try to be the
raft that helps carry them over this life's rough rivers.
An added bonus, the poems are illustrated by some of my all time favorites- Jan Spivey Gilcrest, E.B. Lewis, Christopher Myers, Brian Pinkney and James Ransome, to name a few. Spectacular!
This is a book you don't want to miss!
Poetry Friday today is hosted by Kathryn Apel.
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Earlier this summer, I read "The Death of Reading is Threatening the Soul," by Phillip Yancey. I found the article really troubling and and have been thinking about it ever since. I decided to put together a list of books that captures some of the reasons that I read.
Books bring me joy.
Plastic dinosaurs wreak havoc throughout a classroom.
How-to text, each page features a different scene throughout the school year.
Considering using this one as a mentor text with third or fourth graders for our first writing/creating project the first day of school.
Kate and Jim McMullan
Kate and Jim McMullan, the authors of I STINK, I'M DIRTY, I'M BRAVE
(and lots more) are back with a story about a school bus.
Books help me understand myself.
For anyone who has ever tried out the diving board or faced a fear.
Books teach me how to treat others.
A girl's small kindness creates a chain reaction in the world around her.
I thought this was brand new, evidently it's a re-release of a book originally published about 15 years ago. Pair this with EACH KINDNESS
Books help me understand other perspectives.
Perfect to think about perspective or introduce a unit on persuasive writing.
Short and funny, but also a terrific message about the impact our actions have on those around us.
Books are a window into other times and places.
An Italian child is forced to leave a much loved sculpture and immigrate to New York when his family's safety is threatened by World War II. Be sure to read the author's note.
I'll be using this book with our middle schoolers, who begin the year with a unit on immigration.
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
A horrible screeching sound against the driver's side door.
What could I have hit?
I quickly stop the car in the narrow downtown parking lot. I have to push against the driver's side door to open it. Once open, I see the pole. Short. Bright yellow. Designed to keep people like me, I guess, from turning the narrow corner too tightly.
And boy, did it ever work. The evidence is clear on my car door.
This happened in May. Three months ago. I was racing downtown to attend a meeting for my boss. The meeting was at 9:30, a hard time to find a spot to park in downtown Denver, so I was trying to pull into a small lot about four blocks of my meeting. There was a short post, right when I turned the corner into the lot, not quite tall enough to be visible over the car window, and somehow I didn't see it. And I scraped against it, and dented up the whole drivers door.
And so all summer, people have been asking me what I did to my car. And it's kind of embarrassing to have to keep telling them how stupid I am.
Around July 1st, I went and got an estimate. $2500. $2500 for a moment's stupidity. I made an appointment on the first available week, which was August 14th.
And now I'm trying to decide whether I should keep the appointment.
This has been an expensive summer. $2000 to get a big tree trimmed back. Another $2000 into one son's car. $476 into the other son's car. I really don't have $2500 more.
The car still works fine. After the first day, when the door was a little hard to open, I don't notice any difference in the way the car drives. I could probably live without the repairs.
At the same time, it's so ugly. And people keep asking me what I did to the car. And it's embarrassing to have to tell them what really happened. And every time I look at the car, I remember how stupid I was.
But even so, $2500 is a lot of money.
A whole lot of money for one moment of stupidity.