Well, as I have told many of you, I am already dreading the end of the school year when I have to say goodbye. This is a wonderful class. But, alas, it is only September and we still have all year to look forward to. Over the past week we have reviewed and discussed fifth-grade expectations and rules. We have also been sharing a lot of personal stories and making connections with one another. In addition to the administrative tasks the first week is burdened with, students have been busy working on grade level assessments. Not exciting for anybody, but necessary nonetheless. Please watch for a newsletter being sent home later this week with more details about curriculum in the classroom. I will attach all newsletters to this blog in addition to sending home a hard copy.
Take a moment to discuss Story of the Week with your family. Dana has graciously volunteered to be our guest for this week. Thank you Dana! Next week, we will begin digging into our class for stories!
Room 23 Personal Narrative “Whoa!” I stuttered, gliding across the slick trampoline, almost over the edge. “Back, slowly, slowly.” I said with fear in my voice. “I’ve got to be more careful!”
ReplyDeleteI leaned down on the black fabric, exhausted from my very close encounter with the ground. I listened to the leaves rustling in the wind, and heard a little blue jay sing his song. “How is it they fly?” I asked aloud, sending my brain into overdrive. Since it didn’t announce itself, I decided to try and find out.
I began to bounce, climbing higher and higher each time. After a few minutes, I began to feel like I was flying, soaring, even, through the air. I fell back down again, but as I sprang back up, I slipped. I jumped right back up, seething with rage at myself for slipping after bouncing so high. Thankfully, I calmed down quickly. I persistently started to jump again, but being a lot more careful this time.
“Woof” Barked the annoying dog next door. “Woof woof!”
“Quiet dog!” I shouted. “What are you doing, singing a Christmas Carol?”
I flopped down on the trampoline, looking very annoyed to anyone who would have enough bad fortune to pass me. I lay down, hoping for the agony to end, when I heard a car horn. Was it possibly? Were they leaving? I didn’t dare look, but after hearing the noise of crunching gravel, it was irresistible. I turned around and gazed at the van, their mutt in the backseat. I almost did a back flip, regardless of not knowing how to. Finally, peace, quiet, serenity and…boredom. Without that dog there, I was bored. Now, how was I supposed to entertain myself until I had to go inside? I was SOOO bored!
The answer hit me like a lightning bolt. It was SOOO simple! I would just go inside and pl- Wait. That was a HORRIBLE idea! Suddenly, the black trampoline didn’t sound so bad! I got back up and bounced once again.
“It’s Bounce Time.”