We are working on our fluency in 7th Age Reading! With this in mind each student was given a short poem to take home in the beginning of the week. They practiced reading it to a friend in class, and then at home to a parent. We talked about ways to enhance our oral reading- adding inflection to our voice, looking at our audience when we speak, and making sure our voice is loud for all to hear. Today we held a poetry reading, and read these poems to our friends. We did a terrific job!!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
We read our newest story, Dan's Pet. It is about a boy named Dan who has a pet chick named Jen. As Jen grows, she gets bigger, and bigger. Finally one day Jen has chicks of her own! We liked this story because we learned a lot about how a chick grows. Click on the video to hear us reading this story!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
The mathematicians recently made a large clock, using marshmallows to showcase the minute marks. We used the larger marshmallows at 5 minute intervals, and the smaller marshmallows to show all the remaining minutes.
The marshmallows were such a temptation...we just had to try a few! This was a fun project :)
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I have a story to tell you.
A young boy entered Calvert last year: quiet, shy and very reserved. His initial transition into school was tough. During morning carpool twice weekly, I would open the car door with a beaming smile and warm greeting. He would look back at me, then grab his bag without a single word back. His parents begged him to say hello, to say thank you for the greeting, or to say anything! I knew it would take him time, and I persisted. Time passed.
Mid-year arrived. He was still quiet and reserved with teachers, but had begun to open up to a group of friends in his class. Every morning we would pass, I'd say, "Good morning!" Still nothing. The boy looked away, shy and intimidated. He was still finding his voice.
I mentioned to some colleagues that I wondered when the day would come that this little boy would find his voice and would say hello. They wondered, too.
The year ended.
A new year began, with high hopes and expectations. I learned I would be teaching this boy in one of my classes- I was very excited!! Maybe now we would open up! The holidays have come and gone, and now we are in the month of January.
Last week, during afternoon dismissal, I opened up the car door for this boy (just like many other days before). I had begun to think that maybe he was just shy and he would never open up to me. His backpack was on and he jumped in the car. "Have a good afternoon!" I yelled , masking myself from the cold. I had just begun to push the door shut, when his hand stopped me. Just then, the boy turned around.
"Have a great afternoon, Mrs. Armstrong!"
To others, this may have seemed like a normal salutation- but to me, it was everything.
Isn't this what it's all about?
A young boy entered Calvert last year: quiet, shy and very reserved. His initial transition into school was tough. During morning carpool twice weekly, I would open the car door with a beaming smile and warm greeting. He would look back at me, then grab his bag without a single word back. His parents begged him to say hello, to say thank you for the greeting, or to say anything! I knew it would take him time, and I persisted. Time passed.
Mid-year arrived. He was still quiet and reserved with teachers, but had begun to open up to a group of friends in his class. Every morning we would pass, I'd say, "Good morning!" Still nothing. The boy looked away, shy and intimidated. He was still finding his voice.
I mentioned to some colleagues that I wondered when the day would come that this little boy would find his voice and would say hello. They wondered, too.
The year ended.
A new year began, with high hopes and expectations. I learned I would be teaching this boy in one of my classes- I was very excited!! Maybe now we would open up! The holidays have come and gone, and now we are in the month of January.
Last week, during afternoon dismissal, I opened up the car door for this boy (just like many other days before). I had begun to think that maybe he was just shy and he would never open up to me. His backpack was on and he jumped in the car. "Have a good afternoon!" I yelled , masking myself from the cold. I had just begun to push the door shut, when his hand stopped me. Just then, the boy turned around.
"Have a great afternoon, Mrs. Armstrong!"
To others, this may have seemed like a normal salutation- but to me, it was everything.
Isn't this what it's all about?
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