My dear readers, I have been a slave to Word…and by this I mean writing reports has consumed my life. After pounding the keys for several hours intermittently for the past two weeks, it’s hard to find blog writing inspiration. Shame on me! I must prove to the Blog Gods that I am still a faithful blogger.
Speaking of writing let me paraphrase a recent story a student of mine penned entitled THE LOVE. The following is almost word for word and you have to imagine that it is accompanied by random illustrations of lightening, jars, and colors galore:
Jars of love rain down on the land. The jars can’t break. If you open them you will have a good life, which is what you are suppose to do. No lightening. The lightening is bad! The lightening strikes the jars and turns them into bad magic. Bad magic is the only thing that can break the jars…they are now filled with iron and steel. This person was lucky not to be killed but had to go to the hospital. There are 9 billion people in this land and at least once in their life they will get hit by bad magic. The bad magic and the good magic fight against each other. The bad magic destroys the good magic. The people give the good magic an award. The jars of love rain down and the secret is the jars are filled with hugs and kisses. They will give you a good life.
Needless to say I was quite touched by the idea of jars of love. He dictated the story to me, drawing pictures and then instructing me with what I must write. At some point I was so rushed in trying to include all his words that I may have forgotten my spelling. It’s too late now because the book is bound, the labor of love for this student and me. We worked on it all Friday morning and part of lunch. Then I read it to the class during read-aloud and it was met with much praise. Is it implied that this is my troubled student? The one with all the social issues and the vacant hope that his friends will conform to the stiff rules and penalties of his imaginative games?
In other student related news, on Friday a student run puppet show went awry. The two boys, who have endured a tumultuous relationship since the beginning of school, were putting on a puppet show. At some point the puppets began fighting, and one of the puppeteers was clocked in the nose. Being the more emotionally unstable of the two, he immediately threw his puppet aside and gave in to loud bawling. It was hard to sympathize with him since I had watched his puppet throw the first punch. I pulled them aside and got them to admit equal responsibility. The two boys apologized to each other and we agreed that it was good the weekend was upon us so they could “take a break from their friendship.”
A quick side note: It should be mentioned that “June”, the little girl who almost lost her tooth during the lock down last week, kept her tooth barely hanging in her mouth until the following Monday. The dear thing wanted to lose it at school so she could get her much deserved tooth necklace!