The death of the blog
Well either our blog has died or else nobody has anything interesting to write about.
So heres a story: I'm a reading and writing tutor at a Migrant elementary school in Newberg, OR. I rotate around four different classes, and mostly I deal with the lower achieving students. I have a morning and and afternoon kindergarten class that I help in, in addition to a first grade class and a third grade class. The morning kindergarten class is an all Spanish classroom, meaning that instruction and speaking is all in Spanish. Well, I'm not sure how this all worked out but somehow I (who speaks very little Spanish) was placed in this classroom to help with literacy. Much said, thrust into a spanish classroom has improved my spanish skills immensely. Also, I was about to walk a group of students to the reading room when the first word that popped in to my head was yella bena. woops, that should have been vamanos. huh.... I am always intrigued at the mind's capacity for language development.
There have been many firsts since working at the elementary school. Last week, when I was working on a paper with a tantrum-thrower third grader, he lost his temper and I ducked as a pencil was thrown at my face. Pencil dodging was not part of the job description. :)
Yesterday I was working in the afternoon kindergarten classroom. We were split up into small groups and I was in charge of reading a book to them and having them find the letter T in words and make connections between the letter and the sound it makes. One of the boys, Xaviar, kept making growling noises and grabbing the book that was in my hands. After the first grab I told him his behavior was inappropriate for the classroom and he needed to stop. After twice more, trying to ignore his behavior, I got up (luckily the buzzer rang and it was the end of our rotation time) and asked him to take my hand and told him we were going out in the hall for a chat. A couple words later I am physically dragging him by his wrists, kicking and screaming, out into the hallway. Lovely.
that is all for today. If there is anybody from MESP out there, just comment with "hey." :)
So heres a story: I'm a reading and writing tutor at a Migrant elementary school in Newberg, OR. I rotate around four different classes, and mostly I deal with the lower achieving students. I have a morning and and afternoon kindergarten class that I help in, in addition to a first grade class and a third grade class. The morning kindergarten class is an all Spanish classroom, meaning that instruction and speaking is all in Spanish. Well, I'm not sure how this all worked out but somehow I (who speaks very little Spanish) was placed in this classroom to help with literacy. Much said, thrust into a spanish classroom has improved my spanish skills immensely. Also, I was about to walk a group of students to the reading room when the first word that popped in to my head was yella bena. woops, that should have been vamanos. huh.... I am always intrigued at the mind's capacity for language development.
There have been many firsts since working at the elementary school. Last week, when I was working on a paper with a tantrum-thrower third grader, he lost his temper and I ducked as a pencil was thrown at my face. Pencil dodging was not part of the job description. :)
Yesterday I was working in the afternoon kindergarten classroom. We were split up into small groups and I was in charge of reading a book to them and having them find the letter T in words and make connections between the letter and the sound it makes. One of the boys, Xaviar, kept making growling noises and grabbing the book that was in my hands. After the first grab I told him his behavior was inappropriate for the classroom and he needed to stop. After twice more, trying to ignore his behavior, I got up (luckily the buzzer rang and it was the end of our rotation time) and asked him to take my hand and told him we were going out in the hall for a chat. A couple words later I am physically dragging him by his wrists, kicking and screaming, out into the hallway. Lovely.
that is all for today. If there is anybody from MESP out there, just comment with "hey." :)
posted by Lindsay at ٢:٢٣ ص
4 Comments:
"hey"
hey thanks for writing
I'm still here...and what is this? a resursengce of the infamous MESP bloggers?
sorry, i'll post later, for some reason my computer is stuck typing from the right margin. It does look a bit poetic though, eh?
wow, it fixed itself. So for anyone else who reads this blog, i might be making another road trip to the east coast in a week or two (maybe) and to the west coast in the later spring. I tell you this so that you can prepare for a potential knock on your door from a grizzley-looking, starved young man looking for a couch :)
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