As is evidenced by the stack of research reports on my desk. I'm proud of my students for their hard work. I emphasized that they need to write sentences in their own words, and I'm very happy to see proof that they were listening:
"A guy named McKinley was the president."
"She helped the Switzerland soldiers" (in the Silver War). "She met up with the Red Cross."
"He had to go on a wheelchair."
"She got famous because..."
"A bit later, Jefferson and Burn were going to see who was going to be president."It's also obvious that we're nearing the end of the year when my students start doing my job for me. Sometimes when the boys come in from recess, they can't quite let go of things that happened that they didn't like or agree with, so I'll often say, "Boys, recess is over, so you need to stop talking about it." The other day, I wasn't paying much attention to their conversation until I heard one of the girls saying, "Recess is over. Boys, recess is over."
As ready as I am for summer, it starts to feel bittersweet when I receive notes like the one I did today:
