Feb 2 Welcome
January 30, 2009 by writingwithtechnology
Think about your day or your week. Using words paint a picture of your day/week in one sentence. Use the comments option to post your day/week in a sentence here.
There are an number of NWP members who do this on a monthly bases. It helps practice your writing skills. Since this is usually done on a host blog there are teachers from across the country stay in contact and network to practice writing skills.
Mary
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Keyboarding and composing in the morning and taking Mom to K-Mart for makeup and listerine in the afternoon left me NO TIME to get nervous before flawlessly dancing our fox trot routine with our team–on the stage of the Missouri Theater Saturday night in front of over 900 people.
Two cups of coffee, 15 sleepy kids, 5 lessons taught, 7 sets of papers to grade, 3 hours of class, 2 chapters to read, hopefully the 8 hours of sleep that I need.
Upset mama, crazy daughter, dingbat dogs and demanding students fighting for my mindless minutes make my day so neatly packaged for everyone but me.
Clicking through numbers and words on the computer screen, head pounding and pulsating, I managed to finish a small fraction of the work that needed to be done today.
Job shadow middle schooler really found out the need to be flexible as we picked up kindergarteners and later stopped in a buddy room to keep a little one engaged in learning, finding out about groundhogs; off to sub in 3rd grade because the teacher was called to meet her daughter in the emergency room.
Up early, kids ready, shower, out the door to help a girlfriend, may the force be with us
Barely holding on with my fingertips as I left the house for work, I gamely tried for a firmer grip on the live wire of my Spelling Bee, test-loaded, grades are due tomorrow, bucking bronco day; later, windswept, electrified and totally zapped I climbed out of the saddle to find myself running with stampeding buffalo, all the way to night class.
Feverishly clicking through numbers and words on the computer screen, head pounding and pulsating, I managed to finish a small fraction of the work that needed to be done today.
Those TeacherTube clips featuring student music videos of Spanish verb conjugations seemed so clever and funny to my daughter and I, but were poorly received by my own students, who are apparently far too cool to admit to enjoying such silliness, let alone to earn extra credit singing about grammar to the tunes of Justin Timberlake.
Wanted: A parent who shows she loves her child by making him get his grades up, not by making excuses for him.
Running, nothing to make for lunch, running, new student teacher, I must be a good example, running, I wish these kids would stop talking, running, what will Mr. Albright say about my evaluation, running, worrying, will we have to pay more taxes, running, Jordan, there is pizza in the freezer, running, why did the young man have to die in Iraq and why do those people think they must protest at his funeral, running, how much of class will I miss, running, running.
Although fraught with anxiety about facing another “marathon” Monday of classes to teach, essays to grade, homework to complete and computer technology to maneuver and hopefully to master, I gamely muddled through my day.
Hooray for my scholars of English 100 who,judging from their first drafts seem to understand the craft of personal narrative better than previous groups;and on JamesJoyce’s birthday too!
Bravo boilers, your days are rich in writing gems. Isn’t this a great way to play with your own words and lives?
Bonnie
Hudson Valley Writing Project