I should probably change the name of these posts to “Library, Library.”
At the risk of sounding pathetic, I scored major mom points buy securing a copy of the Minecraft Essential Handbook. It’s hard to come by, you know. Oh, you don’t know? Lucky you.
I also bought Nico the first two books of The Notebook of Doom series. He loved them, and I think my reluctant reader found his series! Now to work on Mikey, now who only wants to read books his friends will think are “cool.” Sigh.
Mikey had some playground trouble, and it’s something that has been happening with more frequency. I’m not sure what’s going on. Is it the Mister’s busy travel schedule? Is it Buster? Is it the beginning of tween? Maybe it’s just been a bad month. What’s important is that I was in the library shelving books when he came in, clearly upset about something that wasn’t nearly as horrible as he believed. I didn’t say that, of course, but instead listened to him rant and rage and tell me everything. I’m so happy he felt okay coming up to me, an event I know won’t happen forever. I had a similar experience with the girls in his class the week prior. I was shelving books, chatting with one who gave up recess for Lent when all of a sudden I had 7 girls around my desk, one of them crying, looking to me to say something sage in response to gossip.
The Mister apologized to me after an argument using a new, and very much appreciated, technique.
Later, a student told me that she couldn’t understand her cousin because he hated reading and books. I told her that she should have patience and encourage him gently without making him feel silly/stupid/inferior. Maybe reading is a challenge to him for reasons we weren’t privy to, or maybe he hasn’t found his gateway book. (I didn’t call it a gateway book.) “Yeah,” chimed in one girl holding The School for Good and Evil. “I didn’t like books until I read Wonder, and now I like reading.” Even though I have yet to finish that book (I need more than 30 minutes with these kids!), she liked enough of what she heard in library to ask her parents to buy a copy. All hail the power of read-alouds!
I’ve been holding on to The Politics Book for a 6th grade boy obsessed with politics. We just got it in, and I knew the second I saw it that I would put it aside for him. It’s a really neat book, and he seemed to really like it. He came up to me after a different class to tell me that he read two different sections, “And can you tell me how much this book is so I can just buy it?”
I didn’t have to go to school. Not once. Not for library, not to pick up the kids, not to drop off forgotten music instruments or homework. It was glorious.
Speaking of instruments, Mikey is going to switch to a bass clarinet over the summer. The school band needs another player, and Mikey’s teacher believes he’ll make the switch easily. The best part is that we don’t have to buy or rent another instrument because Mikey will play one of the school bass clarinets. This should be something to see. I’m pretty sure Mikey is half the size of a standard bass clarinet.
Back to the library! After that, I’m heading home to work all weekend long on a report on reading programs I’m preparing for the curriculum committee. I’m pretty excited, though the scope of my research keeps broadening. <----Not how it should go. I started off doing a review of reading programs, smug that research shows AR programs as ineffective as they always appeared to me to be, but then I started researching ALL! THE! PROGRAMS! and reading ALL! THE! LITERACY! BOOKS! and when I spoke with a woman who told me she was worried about her grandson and his learning disability, that got me researching ALL! THE! LEARNING! DISABILITIES! What started off as a simple review of reading programs on the market has morphed into a review of all the reading programs (none look good to me) to developing a proposal for a school-wide language arts program that encompasses ALL! THE! KIDS! regardless of reading fluency. We're also going to a school play later tonight.
I’ll be knee deep in literacy research and loving every minute of it.