Which brings me to my thorn for today. I spent all Monday day and afternoon (okay technically night since I stayed at school until like 7:30) Cricutting away crafts for the kids to assemble during reading. We made Cara Carroll-inspired Grinches as a reading response for "How the Grinch Stole Christmas," where they had to say what made them feel like a Grinch. Yesterday I modeled the response (I feel like a Grinch when my first grade friends don't sit criss cross applesauce on the rug and talk when I'm reading a story,"), had volunteers share some of their responses ("My sister doesn't help me clean our room," "My brother scratches me,") and thought all was weel in the world. THEN, today I ask who would like to share what they did during reading. Here is what one my precious students wrote for his Grinch:
WHAT?!!! I had a moral crisis. Am I a Grinch? Do I really yell?
In my defense, here's what I think happened:
- Someone at the table figured out how to spell "yell"
- Everyone copies word "yell" to show that they know how to spell it, too.
And, little firstie, the only time I came close to yelling was during the Thanksgiving Feast saga when you were all crawling on top of each other throwing corn at each other. Totally justified.
I gave them all Lifesavers at the end of the day to make myself feel like I wasn't such a Grinch--didn't work, I still feel Grinchy. Tomorrow I am determined to change this student's mind (and definitely change his paper when he isn't looking.)
But at least the Grinch is ADORABLE!