The 3A kids have been talking about courtesy and how courtesy is a gift you give to others that costs you nothing but effort and a certain selflessness. Courteous people respect others and are so sure of themselves and settled in their affect, that they can offer help and use manners in conversation and in their day-to-day actions and interactions. Courtesy is a sign of intelligence, elegance, and sophistication. They have responded well to our discussion and I have set aside a space on our whiteboard to record instances in which I have noticed a student behaving in a courteous manner.
We are studying a math unit featuring geometry, charts and data, and measurement. Today the class were tasked with determining the length of the Lower School Building's central hallway. Once they had that measurement, they had to determine the midpoint, and once having the midpoint, they had to determine if the building was symmetrical or not. Ask your student the outcome.
Students are reading three different books, a paired read, a class read, and an individual read. All three books are very different in tone and in content and it will require a good deal of focus to keep the stories straight. All three books are providing a high level of engagement for the readers.
The RJ's the students are offering are growing in complexity by the day. They are spending time with excellent pieces, revising them into superior pieces. The class spent time listening to one another's writing and offering advice and praise. They are becoming reliable editors. As they work on their stories for Writer's Experience, the skill and discernment they bring to revision and editing will make a strong difference in the final product.
Whispers of sun
Lit up the grass,
Shining on sticks
It shaded like brass.
Tawny pebbles
Skipped along soil.
Upon the stiff trees
A layer of foil
Capturing beauty
In this thick glade.
But the beauty is grown,
Of course,
Not made.
Spring flows all over
It has finally sprung.
This is where
Little critters
Are allowed
To be young.
Cobwebs glisten
In cracks of wood.
Flowers a blooming,
Just as they should.
But before
I get up
From this relaxing shade,
I’d like to tell you,
I love this glade.
-Delaney Kelly
Lit up the grass,
Shining on sticks
It shaded like brass.
Tawny pebbles
Skipped along soil.
Upon the stiff trees
A layer of foil
Capturing beauty
In this thick glade.
But the beauty is grown,
Of course,
Not made.
Spring flows all over
It has finally sprung.
This is where
Little critters
Are allowed
To be young.
Cobwebs glisten
In cracks of wood.
Flowers a blooming,
Just as they should.
But before
I get up
From this relaxing shade,
I’d like to tell you,
I love this glade.
-Delaney Kelly
Pencils swiftly flew
Across papers,
While other people
Thought about bakers.
It was Writer’s Workshop
With chatter all around.
There was definitely
A lot of sound.
Kids wrote about stuff,
But for others it was tough.
My story is about
Stuffed animals
Coming to life,
While other’s stories
Might involve a knife!
Writer’s Workshop was ending,
And a couple of kids’ stories
Were sending,
For Mr. Crisler
To revise them.
---Stella Ritter
Across papers,
While other people
Thought about bakers.
It was Writer’s Workshop
With chatter all around.
There was definitely
A lot of sound.
Kids wrote about stuff,
But for others it was tough.
My story is about
Stuffed animals
Coming to life,
While other’s stories
Might involve a knife!
Writer’s Workshop was ending,
And a couple of kids’ stories
Were sending,
For Mr. Crisler
To revise them.
---Stella Ritter