Redwoods Advent Calendar 2022

A Plum-tastic Day

Eating plums before recess

In the beginning of my teaching career, I had a job tutoring a Serbian-American kindergartner living in

 New York City with her family. Her parents didn't want her to fall behind her peers. I had little experience teaching, but had observed some wonderfully talented teachers at PS 89 during their literacy blocks. I remember them using many stories from their personal lives to model the process of choosing a topic to write about, planning the writing by re-telling their story, and then actually writing their stories on paper. My student was 5 years old, and not a fan of writing. She would frequently drop her pencil during our lessons. On this day, I came armed with what I considered to be a really engaging story, sure to keep her pencil firmly in her hand throughout the telling of it.

 I told of the time I returned from vacation to my Manhattan apartment to find some dark colored strings tossed on my stovetop. I flipped on the light switch, and realized that the strings were actually the tails of mice, who then scurried out of sight. I was distressed, and determined to remove them. However, I didn't want them harmed. I bought a humane trap, that had me putting a lump of peanut butter in it to attract the mice. Every night I heard a mouse running around my apartment, and every time I checked the trap when I returned from work, it was empty. One day I returned and saw the tiniest little mouse inside it. The trap instructions advised me to bring the trap at least a mile from my house, otherwise it was very likely the mouse would return. I followed the directions, and when I felt confident that I'd walked far enough away, I bent down and cautiously opened the trap. Nothing exited. I peeked inside. The tiny mouse I'd thought I'd seen in the trap was actually just the original lump of peanut butter I'd used to catch the mouse. Rafajella listened attentively to my story. She didn't drop her pencil even once. When I asked her to repeat my story, she said, 'Once there was a lady who had a mouse in her house. She put a trap out to catch it, but it was a nice trap that didn't kill the mouse. Then she caught the mouse, and took the trap far away so that the mouse could go into another lady's house.' 

Fast forward ten years. I am now teaching summer school to 2nd graders. For the majority of my teaching years, I have had difficulty straying from the scripts that accompany many successful curricula. One being Lucy Calkins' reading and writing project. I'd used the lessons many times before and though I have many colorful stories from my own life, somehow struggled to create my own scripts. This week I threw the script to the wind, and modelled a writing mini-lesson based on structures from the curriculum, but this time I ventured to use my own story.   

I gathered my students on the carpet, and told them my story of how I went with my friend Andre to his sister Lizz' new house to pick plums from her plum tree. There were hundreds of plums scattered on the ground. Many of them were squished, but my friend Andre chose to exclusively collect those misfits. (In his defense, he has an obsession with drying fruit, and swears the overripe ones work best.) I opted for the firm ones straight off the tree. When we went into Lizz' house after, Andre spilled plum juice on her new floor. She got mad, and he cleaned it up. The next day I brought some plums for the students to eat. 

When I was finished telling the story, I had different students take turns retelling the events in order as I wrote their words. When we got to the part in writing about Andre spilling plum juice on Lizz' new floor, the students all gasped in unison. Andre became very relatable.

When we finished writing, I demonstrated how to draw a quick sketch on each page just to remind them what they had written. Next was their turn to write their own stories independently. This is what I love about this curriculum- it's so structured and yet open to allow each student to get something out of it regardless of her writing ability. Students were extra engaged, which is something I noticed happens when I share a personal story. I know it seems obvious that if the teacher is passionate about her stories, the students will be too- but habits are hard to change. 

One of my students came right up to me before starting her own piece. 'There's something I want to tell you.' I was worried she wasn't going to get started and she was stalling for time. 'OK,' I said unenthusiastically. We had had a phonics lesson just before the writing lesson on how double consonants in words make only one sound. She pointed to the word 'Lizz' in my document camera writing I'd modelled for the class. 'This word has two consonants'.  I smiled from ear to ear. 'Serena, great job noticing that!'

During recess I passed out plums to all the children who wanted one. The plums were sweet and had a perfect firmness. But I think the real draw for the students was to continue the story plot.

Art in 2nd Grade: Practice Makes Progress

 

I am teaching summer school to rising 2nd graders, and we have had a strong focus on reading practice with books on students' independent reading levels. I wanted to find an early reader with a character students could relate to to use as a read aloud in addition to our scheduled program. I found a series at the library about a Pakistani girl named Yasmin who has many fun adventures. The students were excited to have a break from phonemic awareness lessons, and so was I! Since we only have two more weeks of summer school, I'm also trying to incorporate art into our day. I found a beautiful book called Nadia's Hands by Karen English about a young Pakistani girl who is worried what her friends will think when she returns to school from a family wedding with mehndi designs painted on her hands. The themes of identity and acceptance are definitely ones familiar to many of my students. I haven't read the book to my class yet, but have already planned an activity in which they will get to design their own mehndi patterns on paper hands that they trace from their own. I was reflecting on how many of my students often struggle with feeling confident in their ability to draw, and tend to need lots of support. Knowing this, I decided to have a few practice sessions prior to our final mehndi drawing to build their confidence and ability. This morning I led a guided drawing of mehndi designs on my document camera and invited students to either copy my design or create their own on their whiteboards. This was a low pressure assignment, since they could easily erase any mistakes. A complete calm and quiet took over our drawing session as every student was lost in his and her own drawing process. Here is a photo of their work:  

Rent Party Jazz Art

Sammy

This is our first post for a new class of students in 2nd grade. We are learning virtually due to the current pandemic, and have been doing art together every Friday. The paintings and drawings in this post were inspired by the children's book, Rent Party Jazz, written by William Miller and Illustrated by Charlotte Riley-Webb. We watched Viola Davis' reading of the story, which can be found on youtube. Please leave comments for our young artists.

Alondra

Malik

Amanda

Jason

Alison

Dylan

Edison

Art Camp Activity!

Lupe's Sunset

These past two months have flown by like a flock of hungry seagulls! Since school let out for the summer, I have been offering Art Camp via ZOOM to continue the fun. Some of the really engaging art projects we worked on this summer included: designing and building structures from recyclables, and drawing self-portraits of ourselves wearing safety masks. Two weeks ago we painted sunset cactus silhouettes.

Genesis' Sunset

Yeckson's Sunset
 

Last week we had six students show up to art camp- a record! Our lesson was taken directly from the free family art lessons the wonderful Richmond Art Center has been offering on Thursdays. I believe they will be offering one more lesson: https://richmondartcenter.org/event/family-make-10/, next Thursday, July 30, 4-5 pm.

Adrian's Sunset

Here is the lesson:

Take a piece of printer paper and fold it in half. Open it up, and for two minutes, draw 4 separate doodles on each panel of the paper. Don't try to draw anything specific. If you want to, you can close your doodles by connecting the first line with the last line.

 Next, choose one of your scribble drawings to expand/add details to/ turn into a character. Then give it a name. As you can see, I chose my scribble on the right, since it looked like a parrotlet. So I added a few (not too many!) details.

Finally, on a new piece of paper draw your character within the context of a setting that you'd like her/him to be in. Add a story if you'd like. As I was drawing my brick wall, I thought it would be fun to add a little texture to the bricks. I found an incense package that had a cool ridge pattern on the cardboard sleeve that contained it. I used this to create my texture for the bricks. (I got carried away, and added the same texture to the tree trunk and the crows!)

Sophia H's doodle guy Rosie

Adrian's doodle guy Dinner Bones

Ms. Senyak's 2nd Grade Class 2019-2020

The Hard-Working Hen: A Sensory Poem

Our Watermelon Wednesday reading group had a
discussion about the Little Red Hen. Was she right to
eat all of her freshly baked cake and not share with her
friends? It's true that the friends refused when she
asked them to help plant the wheat, pick it, and grind it
into flour. Some of us thought she should still share her
cake. We didn't agree with each other. That's why at
the end of our sensory poem, we have a selection of
different endings. What's your opinion? Should you
share with friends that don't help you?

The Hard-Working Hen

I  see  lots of golden wheat growing in the fields

I feel like making a veggie pizza

I smell warm fresh air and something yummy in the oven

I see lazy creatures watching me work

 I smell delicious pizza

I taste a soft, fluffy crust

I feel 3 pairs of eyes staring at me

Different Endings:

When I am done, I will share (Genesis)

I hear a distant train whistle

Poor, hungry friends (Ms. Senyak) 

They asked for some, that’s how good it was (M. Ali)