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Two Writing Teachers
I use a lot of hand signals and facial expressions to get their attention and encourage them to quietly grab their bags and head down the hall to my room. Usually one of their exuberant classmates announces my arrival when she sees me in the hallway. Sure, it's fun to be "famous" (LOL) but I'm encouraging her to silently smile when we meet eyes.
Once the boys get to my room, the routine is to "warm up their reading brains" by reading a book. I usually have to use some stickers as positive reinforcement (Book bag? Sticker. Reading? Sticker.) but they are settling in pretty easily.
Today M brought a Hot Wheels book with him. He was very excited to have this book from the library. He asked if he and C could share my wide teacher chair to read. The two of them sat and poured over the pictures, making quiet conversation about cars, drivers and sharks. The other boys were reading their little books, finding success with more words than usual.
It was a sweet, happy reading moment. <Sigh>
When I asked them to grab a white board for word work (usually their favorite) activity, M looked up. "Can you read this?"
"How about after we finish word work?" I replied.
"Pleeeeeeease???" responded three of the four boys. The fourth clasped his hands in front of himself and made puppy dog eyes.
How could I resist? I read the book aloud to them, and they sat, enraptured by the story. It made me smile to see them caught up in a story, even if it was about miniature cars being attacked by sharks.
M held up another book. "How about this one?" he asked.
"Let's read it tomorrow!" I responded.
"OK - I'll leave it here. Don't let anyone take it. Promise?" M insisted.
Don't worry, M. I plan on taking a few minutes of our time together each day to read to you.
It's important. It's essential. It's magical.
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