Celebration: Worries

Celebration: Worries There's a Book for That

Today I celebrate some worries. Because we can’t just celebrate the lovely and the grand and the comforting. Worries steal sleep. Create guilt. Taint happy. Ground us in the real.

If we are human, and we are, worries are a reality. So I am going to give mine a little honour and hope they will in turn, give me a little peace.

I am worried about the weeds in my back yard. The mess in my basement. How often my bathrooms should be cleaned and aren’t.

I worry about screen time and my teenagers. And how much time we spend arguing about it. Future everything and my teenagers. Choices, friendships, relationships, risks.

Nagging worries? The U.S presidential election. Crazy weather. The threat of earthquakes. The Vancouver housing market that means I am sitting on millions and others (including those children of mine) can’t have a home and the security that should bring.

I worry about teaching a new grade this fall in the room I still am setting up in a school I haven’t really worked at yet.

I worry about who in my house has had enough vegetables. Has read enough books. Has had enough sleep.

I worry about the balance between work and home and self and the dance I will soon be doing to try and find it with a new job and children advancing another year into high school.

I worry about vacations to plan. Money to fix up the back garden. Appointments to book.

I worry I shouldn’t be worrying and then that I should.

But if we are human, and we are, we can also pull out the happy of life that weaves its way through all of these worries and woes and hold it up and keep it close. Like the really good coffee my husband made me in our overpriced kitchen. The hawk cries in my huge pine tree where the weeds don’t grow. That the first words from my teenage son this morning were “I love you.”

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Celebration: Moved!

I have been writing about leaving, packing, saying goodbye and boxes for months. Months and months. And months. All of this writing means lots of processing. Processing means I am in a good place. Calm. Happy. Excited about what’s new. Able to be okay with leaving.

But, to fully arrive, I need to pay tribute one last time to the moving. This time, the actual move. One box at a time. Yes, again, those boxes!

Forgive me book lovers, posts about books will be returning very soon! But when there are lots of books + a move, the end result = lots of boxes.

And this is something to celebrate!

My old classroom with box towers and stacks of things to move.

Celebration: Moved! There's a Book for That Celebration: Moved! There's a Book for That

This was the major load in the truck. We also took some things in our vehicle and then the truck went back for a few more things. I always have wanted a bookmobile! But this is not exactly what I pictured 🙂

Celebration: Moved! There's a Book for That

Filling a room with boxes. There are stacks like this along two more walls.

Celebration: Moved! There's a Book for That

And then the unpacking begins . . .

Celebration: Moved! There's a Book for That

Every box had a base layer of books in it so I spent some time amassing all of the books in one location. Basically, turning partially full boxes of books into completely full boxes of books. Now that nobody needed to carry them, I could do this.

Celebration: Moved! There's a Book for That

Setting out the books will be last – once I figure out shelves, systems and spaces.

Celebration: Moved! There's a Book for That

Of course, this was and isn’t a job for just me! I have lots of gratitude for my family, the movers, the building engineers at either end and my amazing husband. All of them have helped and continue to help. It’s a dusty, dirty, exhausting job and I couldn’t do it without my team!

I continue to unpack, think about room design, source book shelves and imagine how students will share this space with me. I celebrate this happy mess full of all kinds of possibility.

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Celebration: Readying the room for students

Celebration: Readying the room for students

Last week I wrote about boxes in my celebration post. Today, I am still talking boxes. When moving happens, boxes happen. They are collected. Taped together. Filled. Numbered. Labelled. Stacked. As the box towers got bigger, the leaving became more and more real. Soon the boxes contained most of what was coming with me. The stuff not yet packed tempted me to abandon careful organization and just shove it all in and seal it up. When really, I needed to handle item by item and commit to letting it go. The stuff that needs to stay? All that is more about history than future. Those last piles of things are the most exhausting.

I have done all of this box maneuvering while still teaching children every day. Arrive at 7:30 a.m. to top up and seal those last boxes I couldn’t finish the previous evening. Ready the room for children. Pour another cup of coffee and open the door to students at 8:55 am. Teach and work with kids all day. At 3 p.m. dismiss the students and begin packing again. Each box went much the same way: a heavy but thin layer of books at the bottom, then stacks of lighter things. Everything in the room considered for its shape, its weight, its depth and whether I needed it the next day to work with the students in the room.

Finish packing at 7 p.m. and spend up to an hour clearing up, readying the room for students again. Clear tables, bin up the things I pulled out and didn’t pack. Find new areas to stack boxes. Keep work areas clear. Leave for home around 8 p.m. – remedy the missed dinner, acknowledge the exhaustion, drink endless cups of water, visit briefly with my family, sleep. Wake multiple times in the night to worry about what still needs to get done.

I have done this routine for 2 full weeks. Each day packing up a room and then readying it again for children in the morning.

In the last few days were the goodbyes. The tears. The never ending hugs. The love.

Every afternoon for the past 2 weeks, these three girls stayed behind at 3 p.m. to show me a dance they had choreographed in my honour. It involved lots of giggles and some original poetry reading. Each day a new routine. All for me. What could be sweeter?

Celebration: Readying the room for students

On my last day with students, I fed them all day. Morning baking. Popsicles after recess. Popcorn with their buddies in the afternoon. Eating kept some of the emotions in check. Here we are sharing a calendar made for me with student photos.

Celebration: Readying the room for students

We ended our last day together with a gratitude circle. It was truly beautiful. I told them I am grateful for all of it. The laughter. The learning. The hard stuff. The tears. The joy.

“Even the not listening?” one child asked.

“Yes, that too.”

“The crying even?”

“The crying even.”

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

And I am. I celebrate my year with these students. I celebrate 21 years at this little school. I celebrate that I am brave enough to move. And that I have a new space to ready for students this September.

And a whole lot of boxes to unpack. One at a time.

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Celebration: Going with it

I don’t know how many years ago (at least ten I think) I realized that part of my “survival” strategy for getting through a teaching day beyond a good sleep and a strong second (sometimes third) cup of coffee was one simple way of thinking about the day. I never worried much beyond an hour ahead of where we were “in the now”. It let me be in the moment with the children but it also let me relax and trust that it was all going to work out.

In a high needs school, with primary aged children and sometimes more chaos, trauma and drama than you could think possible, this perspective served me well. Very well. I made it moment to moment and always showed up the next day ready to do it all again.

In these last few weeks of the last weeks ever at my school, I am still drinking that strong morning coffee and still thinking just a little ahead. This lets me teach with piles of boxes everywhere. This lets me pack for hours after school every day and then clean it all up so it is “children ready” for the next school day. This lets me look around and see the box towers multiplying and growing but still things everywhere and still breathe. Deeply.

I celebrate this week that while I should be worried, anxious and absolutely panicked, I’m not. I’m going with it. I’m trusting it will all get done. I have faith in the end point and I am enjoying the small moments in between.

Like this little boy in a box during buddy reading.

Celebration: Going with it

I celebrate this. Each part of it. The fact that he dragged the box in from outside my room and smiled so beautifully when we told him yes, he could climb in. I celebrate the calm of his reading buddy who didn’t bat an eye when we asked her to just sit beside him and read. I honour that I sat on the floor just a few feet away with a few colleagues and had a great conversation about how boxes really are magic for kids – something to inspire imagination and something to address sensory needs. A conversation about the ways children teach us when we let them. A meaningful thinking forward conversation in the middle of the noise and the busy and the buzz of buddy reading in my room of many books and towering boxes.

There is probably not enough time. I have so much to do. I am not entirely sure how I am going to get it all done. But, I am going with it. One box, one breath, one moment at a time. And this is worth celebrating.

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Celebration: The new

Celebration: The new

So . . . I will no longer be writing about the mixed up middle of sitting in between leaving and going somewhere. Somewhere is now a where. A known where. I accepted a new position at a new school for the fall!

New students. New community. New families. New staff. New school. New room. New grade. And me. So kind of a new me I suppose. Because I don’t think it is possible to remain the same with all of that new. And oh, how I welcome this! I welcome all of the new learning, the new opportunities and the new relationships.

Mostly I welcome the chance to feel safe. Safe to be brave. Safe to ask questions. Safe to use my voice.

This new place felt like a fit as soon as I walked up the steps and into the building. It felt like it might let me fly as soon as I stepped out the door.

More details to come – but for now I will share that in September I will be teaching a Grade 4/5 class at a school not even a 15 minute walk from my house.

Prepare, blog readers, there are posts coming . . . Posts about setting up a new classroom, posts about organizing an intermediate classroom library and posts about the new curriculum. Not because I have it all figured out but because I plan to write to process, think, wonder and maybe, figure out something. There will be posts about all I don’t yet know.

I plan to move into and dig around and uproot the wisdom and brilliance of some educators with blogs about their intermediate classrooms. Julie Colando, Jessica Lifshitz, Julianne Harmatz you may feel my presence.

Today I celebrate all of this new. I celebrate how happy I am. I celebrate how light I feel.

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Celebration: Readers happened here

Little things and big things happen every day in our classrooms. The huge things, of course, we can’t help but notice. An amazing interactive lesson where everyone was engaged. A performance where we showcase the songs we have been singing. An incredible art project hung up and celebrated. The little things are just sized down huge. They don’t shout and march about to gather attention. They just quietly happen. Finding them in the every day busy is like finding the first leaves unfurl on a favourite tree. Not there one day and beautifully present the next.

I love finding the little things. The little things with big meaning. Big meaning and big potential.

Little moments like listening to a child read and realizing that she is suddenly fully a reader. It didn’t happen suddenly of course. Little things happen everyday and seemingly out of nowhere, you are at a place you weren’t sure you would land. Like a dripping faucet fills up a bowl when an hour ago it was empty. Steady drops over time. Repeated actions + space + time = definitely something. Daily reading practice in a classroom community over months and months and yes, definitely something. A reader gets made. A reader happens. A reader arrives.

Slowly, certainly, with determination a little one who told me in September, “I can’t really read any of these books.” sits at a table reading in May. When I ask her this question, “Do you know how far you have come?” she answers with conviction, “I wasn’t really reading much and now I am reading so much. I am a rockstar!”

I watch her over our Reading Workshop session. After reading aloud to me, she sits and continues with her book bag, practicing the stories we selected for her to read at the beginning of the week. Occasionally, she gets to the end of the page and looks around for a minute. I imagine she is thinking, “Whoa, I just read that whole page.” When students have “free choice” reading time after independent practice, they can continue reading on their own, read with a buddy or draw and write about their stories. She leaps up when the timer goes and grabs a pile of recently read aloud picture books and lies on the carpet with a classmate and they read aloud together. When I peek at her as I sit with another child, I see her reading carefully and with animation or talking about the illustrations with her classmate. Just before recess, she bustles about replacing books where she found them on various display shelves around the room.

Repeated actions + space + time = definitely something.

I could tell you about which level she is reading at – how she went from reading ___ books and is now reading ____ books. I do have that data. But that’s not really the point here. She was not reading even close to where she should be and now she is in the realm of grade level proficiency. This matters not for those levels that I can record next to her name. This matters because she can now be in this classroom full of books that all felt out of reach for her in the fall and know that she is a reader here.

This is what I celebrate today. That readers happened here this year. I have been worried. So very worried. A few months ago, I celebrated growth. Now I celebrate that I have been a part of making readers. I will always be part of these children – the year many of them learned to be a reader. Not just learned to read but became readers. They have skills to grow, books to read, thoughts to think about stories and the world. There is a big reading future ahead. And they are on their way. I watched this happen. One word, one page, one smile, one book at a time.

I celebrate all of it.

Celebration: Readers happened here

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Celebration: Standing in the middle

It has been too long – a few months I think – since I have written a celebration post. I know why. The act of celebrating is about being in the moment and I am having a difficult time remaining firmly planted in the moment. I am looking behind. I am wandering ahead. When I stand in the middle, I don’t know how to be.

I have shared a little on the blog about leaving my school after 21 years and the strange in limbo feeling that gives me as I don’t yet know where I will be in September. Our district has a process for changing schools that isn’t very “friendly” to the teachers involved. To be competitive in the spring transfer round, we must vacate our position in the middle of March. This allows us to be a B candidate instead of a C candidate (someone with a continuing contract who didn’t vacate). Even though seniority is very important, your category (B or C) is more important and C candidates are not even supposed to be considered until B candidates have positions. Job postings don’t come out until May 31st and interviews begin a week after this. The soonest I will know about where I will be in the fall is mid June.

So . . . I have known since mid March that I am leaving my job. In fact, I have known since January when I made the decision. Why I am leaving is difficult to answer as I can’t be publicly candid. I was given some very good advice by a long time friend early on: “Despite the reasons that prompted your decision, find other reasons to go. Focus on those so that you can flip all of this into a positive move.” I repeat this advice often and I try to live by it.

The leaving is hard. It is emotional. It’s confusing. The knowing and not telling has been really challenging. My students are young and concepts of time are different for them. I didn’t want them to know too soon as I didn’t want them to think I was leaving them. Finally, on Friday, I told them that even though I am their teacher until the end of the year, I will be teaching somewhere else in the fall.

There are lots of questions and I can’t provide all of the answers. What I do repeat is the big and important truth – I am not leaving because of the children. Teachers never want to leave their students. My students mean everything to me.

And this, finally brings me to my celebration. One of my students ran outside and shared news of my leaving with a friend. This friend was a girl who I taught both last year and the year before. She came up and hugged me. “I don’t want you to go Ms. Gelson. I love you. The whole school loves you.”

I celebrate that I am loved. I celebrate that I love this whole school right back and then some. I celebrate that even though I stand in the middle of my long history here and somewhere new and unknown, I can now get on with saying goodbye. I can be, in the moment, sad and sentimental or happy and full of hope. I can enjoy these next five to six weeks with my students with all of us being a little extra gentle with each other because this is it for us and it means something.

It is time for big hugs. Bright smiles. Lots of gratitude and lots of care. It is time to celebrate what we have and how much we treasure it. Teaching is about relationships. These relationships have deep roots, strong branches and glowing leaves. Our metaphorical tree is especially beautiful.

Celebration: Standing in the middle

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Riding through an artist’s life – a celebration of Melissa Sweet

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

When you read stories with children you know that everything in a book matters. Everything. Each word. Each image. The end pages. The book jacket. Every tiny detail. Children notice and question everything. They remind us that it is more than words that tell a story. The story becomes alive via their interactions. Reading to children is a joy.

Illustrator and author Melissa Sweet is all about each tiny detail. And lots and lots of joy. We immersed ourselves in Melissa Sweet‘s world a while back for an illustrator study and I had the pleasure of introducing Melissa (with help from my little artists) when she spoke in Bellingham at the Western Washington Children’s Literature Conference.

This post celebrates that wonderful week and the introduction that was the result.

From my introduction:

Melissa Sweet is Melissa Sweet for all day of every day. In my Grade 2/3 class in Vancouver BC, we waded and splashed through her world for one full week of learning and inspiration.

  • We made some art
  • We looked at some things from new perspectives
  • We did some research
  • We fell in love with graph paper
  • And of course, we read some beautifully, beautifully detailed picture books

In a 2010 interview with Julie Danielson from the blog Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast, Melissa Sweet indicated that she would love any job that involved a bicycle. You will see a bit of a homage to the bicycle here. All bicycles are original pieces inspired by a sketch by Melissa.

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

During the week we read or reread many titles illustrated or written and illustrated by Melissa Sweet.

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Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

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Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Inspired by the pencil characters in Little Red Writing, we drew some of our own.

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Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

We wrote and illustrated our own Night poems Melissa Sweet style. This illustration is from the book Firefly July:

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And our work:

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These look stunning mounted on a double bulletin board display.

 

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

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We read that Melissa fears anything to do with a ladder and decided to think about why.

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Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

We thought that maybe she should rethink this fear and look at ladders from some new perspectives. Can you spot the ladder in each picture?

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And I am sure she never thought of this one:

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for ThatWhen my students from last year heard I was doing an illustrator study on Melissa Sweet, they wanted to participate. Last year The Right Word was part of our Mock Caldecott and they were fascinated by Melissa’s work. They drew all of the bicycles and helped make a number of green things. In Little Red Writing, there were scraps and scraps of red things collected in a basket.

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

We read that Melissa was maybe not so great at relaxing and so thought we would make her some green things to help her feel calm.

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Some things I expected.

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Some I didn’t

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Some were maybe not so calming!

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I brought them all along (108 green things at last count) and gifted them to Melissa so she could relax during her presentation 🙂

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

If this post weren’t already a million images long, I would share some of the wonderful in Melissa’s presentation. But it is, so I won’t. I leave you with just these words from her:

“The act of drawing is thinking and remembering”

Sounds a lot like the act of writing. Of telling stories. This telling was a visual feast to celebrate the incredible Melissa Sweet!

Riding through an artist's life - a celebration of Melissa Sweet There's a Book for That

Bad Irony: Slice of Life

I am participating in the Slice of Life challenge to write and publish a post every day in March. This is day #26

Slice of Life is hosted by Two Writing Teachers. I thank them for the community they provide. Read more slices here.

This is also a celebration post.

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Books, books, books, everywhere you look: Celebration and Slice of Life #19

Books, books, books, everywhere you look

My classroom is a library. You can’t miss this from the moment you step in the door. There are books everywhere. One child observed the other day, “No matter where I am sitting, I can see books.” This is intentional. I want our classroom to be a place where students immerse themselves in stories, in information, in any text that is going to enrich their learning and their thinking.

If you are a student in our classroom, you are a part of our reading community and you really know what all of these books mean. These books are yours. You have complete access. Everywhere you look, you see possibilities, opportunities, stories you love and stories you want to love. “It’s pretty easy to be a reader in this room,” a student told me recently. Yes. The books are here. The time to read them is made. The excitement is consistent. But it doesn’t happen by pure osmosis. We work on being readers. And sometimes the work is hard. But we become readers, surrounded by books.

I read Pernille Ripp‘s recent post about classroom libraries this morning: On the Need for Classroom Libraries for All Ages. She makes excellent points about the difference a classroom library makes for her Grade 7 students. It made me want to celebrate my classroom library because I believe pretty passionately in its existence. But some of the comments also compelled me to want to address how vital classroom libraries are – not in place of a school library, but as a complement. I wish, really, that the conversation wasn’t necessary but I know from comments I have heard over the years that some people believe that classroom libraries aren’t overly important. Or that they actually interfere or compete with a school library. The arguments include statements like these: classroom libraries are not all that well stocked, the books aren’t selected by a qualified Teacher Librarian, teachers don’t know how to weed, there isn’t enough diversity. Or the big concern: classroom libraries will mean less interest in the school library making school libraries unnecessary.

Books, books, books, everywhere you look

I would argue that the very people who have extensive, well-loved classroom libraries, are the very people who know there are never enough books and never enough expertise. We are the champions of well-funded school libraries. We revere our Teacher Librarians and seek out their recommendations and knowledge often, We ensure that our students get frequent time in the school library. We take out bins and bins of books and bring them into our classroom collections. We can’t imagine a school without a library. Just like we can’t imagine a classroom without a library. Just like we can’t imagine a reader without a book.

Classroom libraries mean each child is steps away from a book at all times. These libraries mean that we can get up when our mood switches – put down our novel and pick up a book of poems. We can immerse ourselves in a nonfiction text and come up for air five minutes before the bell rings to read a picture book. We can pass the book to the child next to us without any signing in, signing out time spent.

Classroom libraries are like a living, breathing, ever-changing creature. They reflect the interests, the questions and the passions of the readers in the room. Highlighted books will include favourite authors or illustrators, themes of study, books to inspire writing on a particular theme. In my classroom, we have a recently read shelf for both fiction and nonfiction books. If we read it, they can find it and quick. Often children want to visit those stories we have shared together again and again. A classroom library is an extension of its readers. It is their mirror. The bright shiny button on their favourite jacket. The delicious cookie in the jar almost, but not quite, out of reach.

There is an intimacy to a classroom. As teachers, we know our students. If we also know our books and have plenty to choose from, we can make those essential matches happen. My daughter wisely pointed out: “The teacher who owns the books knows you and so they know which book to recommend to you.” Of course, librarians know students too. Often very well. But remember this is not an argument for one library over the other. We are celebrating readers and access to books here.

I also think that those not in full support of classroom libraries, may not understand how workshop classrooms work. They may assume that reading happens during a silent reading block and then again in a reading period where the teacher supplies the material – a novel, an article, a reader. During silent reading, it is assumed, that students can easily be reading a book that they have taken out from a school library. During the reading lesson, students will be provided with reading material. While yes, this might be the case in some classrooms, it is not the way a Reading Workshop classroom works. During reading conferences, we leap up and make book recommendations, we help students select titles, we provide time to “book shop” in the collection. Peers recommend books to each other. We book talk titles and students make lists of what to read in the future. There is time to buddy read. There is permission to get up and abandon a book. All of this means books need to be available and organized – accessible in the moment for readers on an important reading journey.

This is hardly the first time I have talked about classroom libraries and it is unlikely to be the last. My classroom library is always changing because it needs to meet the needs of the students who use it. I keep writing about it and reading avidly all the while, because I want to offer my students the very best literacy experiences I can provide.

Today, I celebrate classroom libraries. I celebrate teachers who invest time, money and love into creating reading environments for the readers in their rooms. I know these teachers know books, know kids and keep reading and learning so that they can always learn more.  I celebrate those that invest in classroom libraries because they know how important that one book might be for that one child and that means many books for the many children who will pass through a room. I also celebrate the children who have classrooms that honour them as readers. Classroom libraries mean something. Something big.

If you, like me, are in the mood to celebrate classroom libraries, I include links to some of these other posts here.

Talking Classroom Libraries

How to Organize a Classroom Library: 20 points to consider

My Classroom Library: Beyond the books, ten important features

Nonfiction Picture Book Wednesday: A room full of nonfiction

Literary Nest Building 101

 

Bad Irony: Slice of Life

I am participating in the Slice of Life challenge to write and publish a post every day in March.

Slice of Life is hosted by Two Writing Teachers. I thank them for the community they provide. Read more slices here.

This is also a celebration post.

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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Celebration: Now Here

Celebration: Now Here There's a Book for That

This post is a follow up to a post I wrote in the fall titled: From Here. For it to make sense, it is important to visit the original post. But I will summarize all the same.

In September, with my new class Grade 2/3s, I very quickly realized that we had a huge mountain to climb. A mountain of words and stories that needed to become our own.

From the original post:

“And . . . (I am not going to write but) many children (more than half) in my new classroom are not reading even close to grade level “expectations.” This, I was not fully prepared for. Not to this extent, not so many children.”

I named what I observed:

  • They aren’t independent.
  • They desperately want to be.
  • They don’t identify as readers.
  • They can’t self select titles that correspond to their levels.
  • They need to be reading and they aren’t and this is not okay.

I felt a lot of things.

“I feel angry and I am not going to elaborate on what I know has gone wrong. I feel worried. I feel little moments of desperate. This isn’t grade 1 where my task is to grow readers from non readers. This is grade 2 and 3 where I must now grow readers and play all kinds of catch up. I feel responsible. But most importantly, I feel urgent. And this is what I celebrate – the urgency of my task. The advocacy that needs to happen. My determination. It is fierce. My fear. It is motivating. My breath. It keeps me grounded. Somehow, someway, we are going to change things for these children.”

And then yesterday I published this post: The Reading Warrior, It describes a determined little reader in my room. This same child was one of the many I so worried about in September and although I had plans and determination, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to help.

You see, in my room, I am not just playing catch up. It is not just about imparting skills. It is not simply about good teaching. Or about my mantra: “A room full of books and time to read them.” It is all of these things, yes. But it is also about helping to find calm. Confidence. Belief in one’s self. It is about trust. It is about serious routines and expectations. It is about cheerleading each small step. It is about helping each child own his/her own journey. And it is about all of the amazing people who help me make sure all of these things are in play. Growing readers is a team effort. And my team is incredible.

Are we all now where we should be? No. But some of us who weren’t, are. Some of us are well on our way. A few of us have finally stepped on to the path. And one or two are not ready to begin but I am pretty sure they know we are there rooting for them when they want to take that first step.

Now we find reader’s statements that must be shared in our conferences.

Celebration: Now Here There's a Book for That

We know it is about effort (again and again) and results (soft and smooth).

Celebration: Now Here There's a Book for That

We have uncovered Reading Warriors.

Celebration: Now Here There's a Book for That

We are, now here, a room full of readers.

Thank you to Ruth Ayres and the #celebratelu community!

Being part of a community that regularly shares gratitude and celebrations truly transforms my weeks.

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