Tadpoles
Monday September 17th 2007, 10:02 pm
Filed under: Writing

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After enjoying our tadpoles for a few weeks, we decided it was time to let them go into a world beyond their tiny bowl. (Actually it was mostly a teacher decision. I did not want to be surprised in the wee hours of the morning by coming in to a room full of frogs!) We watched them morph from tiny clear things into dark creatures that were beginning to look very froglike. Before setting them free, we tried to find our tadpole “voices” and pretend for a moment that we were one of the tadpoles. Here are what a few of our “tadpoles” wrote:

Have you ever felt like you were trapped in a bowl of water with kids staring right at you? I have. It isn’t so much fun. I would rather be in a creek with my friend tadpoles. Kids love to have us as pets but it isn’t too much fun for us. We would rather be swimming free. Kids think it is sad when we leave. Lots of us tadpoles are free and some of us are not free. It is much more fun to swim in a nice clean creek. If you are a captured tadpole, your wish is to be free. We will like to hear water rushing through the creek than hear kids learning. We don’t like being in a scary bowl because you don’t get so much room to swim free. Swimming free is my dream. I can’t wait to be free, but I will miss the bowl with my friends. Allison

Finally! Today is the day I’m moving out of a gross bowl. And in a pond I go. I’m on my own now. I’m just about there, and now I’m here at the pond. Hey! But first before I jump in, I need my floatie ducky. Now I can jump in. 1, 2, 3 splash! Ahhhhhh! Something touched my foot! Get out! Get out! Get out! Uh oh! There’s another tadpole coming to jump in or coming to make fun of me. He he comes. Gotta jump in. Where’s ducky? Uh…ok, let’s look in the bushes. Oh, I know. I can go to the stoere and buy a new one. Wait. I don’t have any money, but I have garage liver. I’ll just use that. But I don’t have anything to get there in. I’ll skip to the store. Skip, skip, skip, skip. Here we are: a ducky. Now all Ihave to do is pay for it. Here you go. Thank you. When I got back to the pond, I jumped in the nice pond with my very own new ducky. Emily

One day I was swimming in a baby pool, and I got scooped up by a big net and thrown in a bowl. The next morning I got taken to a classroom full of kids. They started to come to the glass bowl and tapped it. I made a horrible sound. All of us started to swim around. After about 10 days, we heard that we’ve got to go. The kids started to write a story about how we would do int he creek. Here is one: “I think that the tadpoles will like it better than the glass bowl. The tadpoles are going to like going home to see their friends. The End” Nick

One day I was in a bowl. My name is Bigdaddy. I was in a bowl because one diver caught me and brought me back. My mom died in a shark accident. My dad sacrificed his life for me. Five minutes later he got shocked by a sting ray. Now you know how I feel living alone. I’m in a room full of smiling, learning children. I get fed three times a day. One meal is a monstrous cookie!
Now I’ve been released and am six years old. I was going down to the market today. So it’s not bad living on my own. Now I’m free to live in the ocean! Finn

I had fun swimming in a bowl. I don’t like big fat meanies. It was fun sleeping here. It was fun eating here at school. I want to stay here. It’s fun being here with you. It was fun watching you write stuff. Antoine

It’s really fun to be a tadpole. We get to see things that people can’t see. I will turn into a frog. After that, I will hop around. It feels scary to go to the pond. Well, I’m on my way to this pond. I really loved it here. The food was great! Also, what’s the name of the dude that has the grassy hair? He scared me when I first came here. Well, I’m here right now packing my suitcase. I will really miss you all very much! Raneem

What would it be like to see the world through the eyes of a tiny tadpole? If you could metamorphosize into something, what would you like to be? Where would you choose to live?



Remembering…
Wednesday September 12th 2007, 4:43 pm
Filed under: Writing

flag.jpgToday being the sixth anniversary of 9/11, we, along with the rest of the country, paused for a moment of silence to just remember. It’s hard to discuss this day in our country’s history with students who were barely two years old when this happened. Today we reflected on why we should remember this day and why it is important to us. After we read the booksThe Pledge of Allegiance and September 12th, I asked the students to respond to these questions: Why are you proud to be an American? What does our flag mean to you?

I’m proud I’m in America. I love the flag. It is the best. I’m sad that a lot of people died this day. I think America is the best country in the world! Wyatt

The American flag means so much…the 50 stars, the 13 stripes. I just think we should all respect the American flag, especially when we are proud to be American. Christian

I like the United States. I think it is fun to play in. When I see the flag I feel special to live here. I am glad to be an American. Emily

The American flag means a lot to me. I see the American flag everywhere. In our school we say the pledge every morning. When we say the pledge, we put our hand over our heart. Everyone in the school says it at the same time. Lots of people care about the United States of America. Allison

When I see the flag, it makes me feel free. Jacy

The flag makes me feel free. I have a grandfather who fought for freedom. Ian

The flag is like freedom to me. I am proud to be an american. I obey laws. I respect the people who died. America is mine. It is our home. I love AMERICA! Jennifer

So simple, yet so profound! This is the future of our country!



Who was that?
Wednesday September 05th 2007, 4:03 pm
Filed under: Writing

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On Tuesday, the day after our Labor Day holiday, my students reported a mysterious guest in our classroom. I’m not exactly sure where I was during her visit (???), but here are a few reports of her profile:

Her name was Miss Crazy. she was Cruella DiVille like. She was weird and unmatching. She had a screachy voice. She was unpleasant. She had a stiff windmill. She had a red, feathery scarf and big, blue, starry glasses. She wore a crown. Wyatt

She had a red feathery scarf. It was very unpleasant. She had a shiny tiara. She had big, blue, scary sunglasses and a screachy voice. Also she was very unmatching and had a stiff windmill. She was very creepy, freaky, scary, weird, crazy, unpleasant…whatever you want to call it. But most of all, she looked like Cruella DiVille. She needs to go to jail. Reagan

Mrs. McCullers! Mrs. McCullers! Someone got in the classroom while you were gone! She looked like Cruella DiVille. She had a shiny tiara and a screachy voice. She is weird, freaky, and scary. She has big, blue glasses. Jennifer

We had a visitor. She was a robber. She had on a red, feathery scarf, a sparkle crown, and big, blue, starry glasses. She needs to go to jail. Jacob

Today we had a fairy come in our room. She had a bright-red fluffy scarf, a sparkly silver tiara, and a stiff windmill. THen she left right before Mrs. McCullers came in to the room. Nick

You’ve got to help us! From our descriptions, can you see a picture of this visitor?