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Student of the Year
Posted in Poetry, Slice of Life, Writing, tagged Billy Collins, Slice of Life, Student of the Year, teaching writing on March 30, 2012| Leave a Comment »
I am so proud to be the teacher of the Louisiana Regional Student of the Year. I am privileged to teach gifted students. This means that once a student is identified as gifted, I pull them out for services each year throughout elementary school. I have had Kaylie in my class now for 2 1/2 years. We have gotten very close. On Tuesday, she found out she had won the Regional Student of the Year. First she was nominated by her school, then she competed at the parish level, then the regional level. Now she will be in competition for the State Student of the Year. This is a pretty amazing accomplishment for an 11 year old girl. She is amazing, though.
On Wednesday, Kaylie came early to class. We sat quietly absorbing the news. She told me she gets two free nights’ stay in Baton Rouge and a savings bond. She looked at me and gently said, “It’s because of you that I got this.”
I gave her a hug and said, “I don’t believe that for one minute.” But she went on to explain. She said she was not a writer when she came to my classroom. I made her a writer. That statement has been my lifelong goal.
Once at a turning point in my teaching career, my husband asked me point blank, “What do you want to do?”
I responded, “I want to teach writing. One day I want to hear an author on NPR thank me.”
Kaylie isn’t on NPR…yet. But this moment made my heart swell. I opened the door. She has stepped in royally. Writing is a major component of the Student of the Year competition. At each level, she has to write an essay on a prompt in a given amount of time. Obviously, she does not give in to the pressure. What a gifted writer she is!
Kaylie has won a number of writing contests. The most memorable for me was the LA Writes! state youth writing contest. She won first place with a poem she wrote in my class. We were celebrating National Poetry Month and the daily challenge was to write a bad poem. I used Billy Collins’ poem Litany as inspiration. Kaylie went to the computer and composed this brilliant first place poem:
Perfect Nonsense
*after Billy Collins’ Litany
You can be the watering pail in the pine tree.
You can be the left shoe on the roof.
You can even be-somehow-just-maybe the buttered slice of burnt toast on a Sunday morning.
You are NOT the billowing clouds.
You are DEFINITELY NOT the sandy aftertaste when a wave knocks you down.
And you are most DEFINITELY CERTAINLY ABSOLUTELY TRULY NOT the pancake swimming in syrup on the hottest day of the year.
Whereas I, I am the dandelion that gently blows away.
I am your mamma’s ruby red lipstick for dinner at her best friend’s house on Thursday night.
And, as you know, I am the spit-on microphone that sits lazily in the studio.
I am me.
You are you.
We are US.
Where I’m From
Posted in Poetry, Slice of Life, Writing on March 29, 2012| 12 Comments »
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Teaching poetry and writing poetry can be frustrating and hard. We struggle together trying to make our words sound right. Yesterday I tried to write a rhyming poem about writing poems. I got advice from my students. When I read it to them, they smiled apologetically as if they were saying, “I love you, Mrs. Simon, but that poem’s no good.”
So I tried a “Where I’m From” poem, the form inspired by George Ella Lyon. My after school kids were successful, and they cheered at mine. So we are sharing them with you.
Where I’m From
I am from ladder-back chairs around the kitchen table,
from Ding-Dongs and ham sandwiches in a baggie.
I am from the back porch swing and telling stories,
from tall pine trees, St. Augustine grass, and the Sycamore.
I’m from “Bless this food,”
music in the left hand,
from Dorothy and John.
I ‘m from dinner at the dining table, and Tiger football,
from “sit up like a person,” and “elbows off the table.”
I’m from cornbread dressing, green peas, and pecan pie.
I’m from the river overflow of the great Mississippi
to the barge on the bayou,
Southern girl with Southern strength,
holding on to time.
Where I’m From
by Grace
I am from healthy foods, Dial soap, and Crest toothpaste.
I am from a field of sugarcane, growing tall and sweet.
I am from an old oak in the back,
azaleas in the front, irises around the pond.
I am from opening one present on Christmas Eve
and blond moments with Donna and Mallory.
I am from Sunday mass at eleven and
lots of football watching.
I am from “Keep your elbows off the table,”
and “Shoot fire!”
I am from fights with my dad over Oreos, and
with my mom and sister over artichokes.
I live in a big white house surrounded by love and
more animals than most people I know.
Where I’m From
by Darby
I am from the Lazyboy couch,
from biscuits and bacon.
I am from the flower garden with bright summer colors,
from wine vineyards and orange trees.
I am from the math wizards, Stanley and Kory.
I am from Sunday Catholic church.
I am from always use your manners
to the Golden Rule.
I am from the pizza eaters.
I am from always finding the bright side of life.
(Quote of the day from Darby when we were making pre-writing lists: “I like to write poems, but I don’t like to think about them.”)
Monday Morning: Ten Things I Rather be Doing
Posted in Slice of Life, Writing, tagged Monday, Slice of Life, writing on March 26, 2012| 9 Comments »
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Ten things I want to do instead of write:
Stay in bed.
Read a good book.
Cuddle with my schnoodle.
Drink coffee.
Eat chocolate.
Chat with a friend.
Sweep the floor. (Oak pollen season)
Check Facebook.
Read other blogs.
Exercise, and I hate to exercise!
On this final Monday of the Slice of Life Challenge, I am tired. I don’t want to write. Will you make me?
Reflections on the Teche 