As a writer, I'm always thrilled when the kids respond enthusiastically to our lessons in writer's workshop. It's hard work finding and planting those seeds of enthusiasm and curiosity in the minds and hearts of six-year olds.
But when they grab ahold of a lesson, or an idea and they work like little writing machines, I can barely contain myself! I pop around the room gushing over their talent and passing out hugs like there's no tomorrow.
And then, more than once in a while, I stumble on gold.
Yesterday my intern did a wonderful lesson on similies. We performed a puppet show, brainstormed things like "quiet as a cricket" and "sharp as a tack", she read a story and assigned them the task of coming up with their OWN similies...
Jack took the ball and ran....all the way down the field....
Hard as a rock??? TOUCHDOWN!! (Cue the confetti....)
(Don't forget the giveaway. It's a thousand BUCKS, people...)
But when they grab ahold of a lesson, or an idea and they work like little writing machines, I can barely contain myself! I pop around the room gushing over their talent and passing out hugs like there's no tomorrow.
And then, more than once in a while, I stumble on gold.
Yesterday my intern did a wonderful lesson on similies. We performed a puppet show, brainstormed things like "quiet as a cricket" and "sharp as a tack", she read a story and assigned them the task of coming up with their OWN similies...
Jack took the ball and ran....all the way down the field....
Hard as a rock??? TOUCHDOWN!! (Cue the confetti....)
(Don't forget the giveaway. It's a thousand BUCKS, people...)
