Friday, November 21, 2008


So I read to this second grade class Friday mornings. I love it, the kids seem to like the books, and the teacher gets a break. Between pages, I try to make the stories interactive by asking questions and letting the kids comment, which they’re always eager to do. So much so that I can’t call on all the hands before turning the page, otherwise I’d be there all day.

But these kids are not to be discouraged. If I don’t call on them, they’ll persist in raising their hand after every page. When I finally do, they ask me to go back one, two, three, FOUR pages, so they can make their comment. Sometimes what they’ve been waiting so long to say is a personal story, a question, or an observation.

I used to find this a little frustrating. We are trying to move FORWARD in the story! But now I like that they’re so engaged. And even more, that they will not be silenced. I could skip their raised hand for fifteen minutes, but they will not relent until I call on them. Then they will speak their piece and then fold their hands, completely satisfied. I’m hopeful for our future.


lpanik said...

So today at the swings Mellisa got her hand caught in the chain and Billy's mother came to school to get him. Peggy had a carrot for lunch and my sandwich fell on the floor....
So did I tell you about the book I read after lunch? It was about a little girl and her DAD. After dinner she would go into the garage to talk to her father who was working under this kit car. I knew he was not listening but I talked anyway.
So MOM came to pick me up at school but she was late. I didn't care. I knew she would come.
UH-huh.... Can you hand me that wrench?
Tomorrow I have to turn in my book report. I think I will do well.

I really miss those days and thank you for the memories I can take with me in life. Your writing reminds me of a lot of things. Thank you.

Michelle Panik said...

Dad! How I loved those salad days (nights) that I spent in the garage with you. It never occurred to me before, but perhaps that's where my love of storytelling began. For that, I thank you.