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Grand Finale

This blog post is my grand finale... except that really these last two weeks of school are like an even bigger grand finale of my whole college career.. so forgive me if this post is brief.

It starting to get to be that point in the semester where if you compared the amount of days n school to the amount of assignments remaining to complete, the scale would tip pretty heavily to the assignments side. So it's crunch time and what do you do? You keep working really hard at everything and put in the maximum effort into everything. Have to finish strong. I really can't believe this is my last real semester at UGA. With only student teaching ahead of me, the "real world" is growing ever closer, scary.

So writing, what have I learned about writing through this blog? Quite a bit actually. I've learned that I really do enjoy writing when it is up to me to do it. I loathe writing papers and mandatory reflections about things I would prefer not to reflect on. But I really like reflecting on things I want to think about again. That's something that I've learned, the value of reflection. Maybe I'll continue to blog next semester as I student teach. It would be a great way to unload all the stresses of the day and also keep record of what has happened throughout the days.

I've also learned the value of kids blogging, and really writing in general. I want my students to love to write and want to do it often. I love reading student writing, it's such a great way to get to know your students individually and also helps them learn about themselves as a writer.

I've learned so much from this class. I feel as though its really benefited me and added to my teaching education. I definitely want to implement writers workshop in my classroom and this class has surely taught me how!

Mentor Texts- Crafting Leads

Marianna Moore and Pam Conley

Mentor Text Set: Crafting Leads

(General Grade Level- 1^st through 3^rd)

Leads hook the reader and heighten the reader’s curiosity by creating interest in the book. These are different examples of leads that students can use to inspire their own writing, and draw attention to quality leads in literature.

Appelbaum, D. K. (1997). Cocoa ice. New York: Orchard Books.

Chocolate comes from a faraway island where birds have pink feathers, leaves grow bigger than I am tall, and it is always summer. Children who live on the island never have to wear boots or clean ashes from the stove because winter never comes. Best of all on the island of always-summer, chocolate grows on trees. (In the form of an author’s note)

Cannon, J. (1993). Stellaluna . San Diego: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich.

In a warm and sultry forest far, far away there once lived a mother fruit bat and her new baby. (Beautiful imagery)

Greenburg, D. (1997). The Zack files. New York: Grosset & Dunlap.

“Zack, have you ever been outside of your body?” (Interesting question)

Krull, K. (1996). Wilma unlimited: how Wilma Rudolph became the world's fastest

woman. San Diego: Harcourt Brace.

No one expected such a tiny girl to have a first birthday. In Clarksville, Tennessee, in 1940, life for a baby who weighed just over four pounds at birth was sure to be limited. (Invokes curiosity)

Lithgow, J., & Payne, C. F. (2000). The remarkable Farkle McBride . New York: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers.

Oh, the pity the prodigy, Farkle McBride!/No matter what instrument poor Farkle tried,/Whether Strumming,/or blowing,/or drumming/or bowing,/His musical passions were unsatisfied. (Fun rhyming pattern)

McKissack, P., & Pinkney, J. (1988). Mirandy and Brother Wind . New York: Knopf.

Swish! Swish! It was spring and Brother Wind was back.(Catches your attention with an onomonopia)

Provensen, A., & Provensen, M. (1983). The glorious flight:across the channel

with Louis Bleriot, July 25, 1909. New York: Viking Press.

It all began one morning. … The year is 1901. The place is the city of Cambrai, in France. (Blatant statements about setting)

Scieszka, J., & Smith, L. (1989). The true story of the 3 little pigs . New York, N.Y.,

U.S.A.: Viking Kestrel.

Everybody knows the story of the Three Little Pigs. Or at least they think they do. But I’ll let you in on a little secret. Nobody knows the real story, because nobody had ever heard my side of the story. (Talking directly to the reader, fractured fairy tale)

Solheim, J. (1997). It's disgusting and we ate it! New York: Simon & Schuster

Books for Young Readers.

What would you rather eat for lunch – a steaming piece of pizza, a bowl of bugs, a live oyster, or a fish’s head? (Engrossing question)

Soto, G., & Martinez, E. (1993). Too many tamales . New York: Putnam.

Snow drifted through the streets and now that it was dusk, Christmas trees glittered in the windows. (Beautiful Imagery)

Comments4Kids

I love the idea of giving feedback to kids for their writing. I;m sure it makes them feel special knowing that someone read what they had written and connected to it. It gives them a reason to keep writing further than "Just because I have to"

http://y6miriamlord.blogspot.com/2011/04/rehmans-egyptian-sacrifice.html#comment-form

I commented on this really creative narrative by a 6th grader from somewhere abroad (I'm assuming by the language colours etc.) It said my comment would be posted after approval? so hopefully that will come through :)

http://kidblog.org/MrsFowlers2ndGrade/brody55/thinking-stem/#comment-420

This boy was doing a response to literature with Diary of a Wimpy Kid. He is in the 2nd grade.

http://kidblog.org/MrsSoltau-Heller20102011/kaitlyn115/nanaimo/#comment-264

This student seems like they are very young, based on the writing and the other posts from the same class.

I enjoyed reading these student's work. I feel like I happened upon 3 students from really different ages and writing abilities which was interesting to see.

The Phelps Gene Strikes Again

I'm not sure if we had an assigned blog post for this week or not... but in light of recent happenings I felt like I should share :)

-The following is an excerpt from a post I made on my personal blog back in the summer. Just for some background knowledge about me.

The Phelps Gene - Originally posted June 8th 2010

My Mothers maiden name is Phelps.

The “Phelps gene” is a little joke my Dad has to explain why my mom is so accident prone and clumsy. And I have gradually become the third generation of his joke.

You see it all starts with my Grandaddy who is maybe the most accident prone man alive. And alive is a key phrase because he’s also been very lucky. Grandaddy is a welder and he makes all kids of things by welding. And anyone who knows anything about welding could tell you that it tends to be a dangerous profession. Some of his most memorable accidents include a time that he was at work and he sauldered off the tip of his finger, but just kept it in his glove until his boss forced him to go to the hospital.

When he tells a story many of them have a little segwey where he’ll say “and so they drove me to Athens”… Because he lives in Madison and I guess the best hospital is in Athens.

And so they drove him to Athens… Reattached his finger an he went back to work the next day. Another time he was doing some kind of work on his roof and fell off his ladder and broke his back.

And so the drove him to Athens…

I remember really well my mom talking on the phone after that happened and hearing her say he was just thankful his truck was parked under him to break his fall. It's the little things right?

The Phelps gene runs a little more domestically for me and my mom. For my mom it’s the fact that I don’t think she’s ever used a kitchen knife without slicing open her hand. Or how she always has a bruise somewhere on her leg from running into her footboard. Little things like that. And we both share the trait that our pinky toes like to jump out and grab corners and table legs when we walk around. We Conley women are no stranger to broken toes.

Well what would you know but this weekend I had another little incident. I currently sit in my bed bandaged to my mid thigh in a temporary cast suffering from a fractured ankle. I await my big girl plaster cast which will be coming tomorrow *please let it only be a mid-calf cast, please don't make it half to go all the way up my leg like this temporary monstrosity*.

How did I do this to myself? Well it's not thaaaat exciting of a story.

I went home with my best friend/one of my room mates this weekend to Savannah. On Saturday night we went to the famous Forsyth Park to enjoy the beautiful weather and scenery. There was a swing set. We swung (swang?) on the swing set. And then I lept off my swing. A maneuver I have successfully completed many times before as a child. Repeat: As a child.

Well this time I was not successful. I don't know if it was my brittle old lady bones, the increased height and velocity with which i was swinging, or shear clumsiness that caused the fall.. but whichever I did not land gracefully on my feet as I had imagined. Instead I rolled my ankle and laid sprawled in the woodchips.

Much like my Granddaddy I did not immediately go to the hospital. Thinking it was just a sprain I went about my night, albeit rather painfully. Until this morning when I couldn't put any weight on the foot and then decided perhaps I should go get it checked out..

And so they drove me to St. Joseph's in Savannah...

Granddaddy would be proud.