I'm participating in the Slice of Life at Two Writing Teachers this month.
I'm on a borrowed PC computer while my Apple is in the shop.
I can't figure out how to download the SLICE graphic on this computer.
E has been a member of my kindergarten intervention group for about six weeks now. His mom had just had a baby and E's reading was just not progressing as quickly as the state of Colorado would like. His teacher thought he might benefit from a little extra support.
I'll never forget that first day. Red hair. Freckles. We are preparing to start reading group when the questions start coming.
"Dr. Carol, do you know any babies?"
"Yeah, E, I know a few babies."
"What are their names?"
I have to stop and think what babies I actually know right now. E's teacher has a baby that's about 9 months old. Our secretary had a baby in October. Another teacher has a baby that is two months old.
"Ms. S. has a baby named Julie. And Ms. Marina has a new baby named Jazmin. And I know another baby named Grayson."
"I know a baby named Joshua (his brother's name)." says E. "I hate the name Joshua."
The three other five-year-old's nod solemnly. Only Katrina has a comment.
"You shouldn't say hate," says K. "Hate is not a nice word."
A couple of months later, E seems not to hate the name, or the baby quite as much, and his reading is coming along beautifully. Yesterday we read Looking for Animals, a book about camouflage. E and his friend, J, loved hunting for the animals hidden on each page. They loved the fact that they could actually read and recognize when the author switched the pattern. But most of all, they loved the index in the back of the book. After I demonstrated how to use an index, the boys spent about five minutes (a big chunk of our thirty minute group) looking at the animals.
"You want to find a snake, J?" said E. "You gotta go to page 12."
"You know that weird yellow fish?" said J. "That's on page 6."
Finally I had to stop the boys and send them back into class so I could take my other group.
Evidently, though, E was not quite done. When it came time for him to read with his teacher, he wanted to know about her book selection.
"Ms. S.," he said, "Do you have any of those books with the windex?
"The windex?" said Ms. S, a little confused.
"Yeah, Ms. S. If you have the windex, you can find stuff in the book."
Ms. S was still laughing two hours later when she came to ask me if I had any more books with windex in the back.