The last few weeks have been one thing after another. I traveled. The school hosted our rummage sale, so we had classes in the church and in the hallway. We had 8th grade conferences. It was Halloween. I looked at my lesson plans and at the calendar yesterday (yes, I was at school on a Sunday), and I realized that I lost a week somewhere and won't fit in another continent test before I go to Boston for NCTE. Oops.
This week should be calmer. We're learning South America in geography, and finally getting to spend some time discussing the Haitian revolution in history. We're reading The Off Season for our read-aloud, most students have finished Allegiant, and we're actually a month ahead of last year in A Tale of a Two Cities.
And it's NaNoWriMo.
Friday should have been a disaster. It was the day after Halloween. 8th grade was at the high school on Wednesday so we didn't have classes. There was an extra-long mass on Friday. It should have been exhausted chaos.
Instead, there was typing. And when the chicken (timer) would go off, the students would shoot it dirty looks and keep typing.
Who am I to argue with that?
|Our new currently reading display. I took this idea from my friend Tony Keefer.|