Small, proud moments

So, I should really be in bed because the day will start early as usual again tomorrow, but I had something to share and I didn't want to forget.

I had 2 moments today where I stopped and realized that things were "working" as planned in my classroom.

The first occured during our short social studies time today. The students were paired off to read the rest of their social studies assignment before we discussed. I had a small group of struggling readers at my kidney table while the others read. As my group began to read, I looked across my room. You will never guess what I saw. Every pair of students was sitting with their partner, reading what they were supposed to. I even heard some students helping each other with words that they didn't know. And I didn't have to get on to a group once about staying on task.

Small victory? Indeed. But a victory nonetheless. This time last year, I would have never imagined that I would be rejoicing at such a small feat as this, but I am. With the struggles I've had with these students working together in groups, partners, and individually (most lack much motivation), it was a beautiful sight to see.

Second wonderful event of the day (again, remember I am rejoicing at the small victories) was after my kids had left for the day. I came back into my room and was doing the usual clean up. Because of budget cuts, we have been strictly audited on our energy use, so it's a big deal to make sure EVERYTHING is turned off at the end of the day. Since we have 3 classroom computers, plus my computer and the Promethean board, there is quite a bit to double check. I have been asking some of my students each day to take care of turning off the classroom computers.

I forgot to ask them to turn them off today.

When I returned to my room, I realized that they were already off. My students had paid attention, taken initiative, and done the responsible thing to be helpful.

I was so proud.

Are there academics exactly where they should be? No. But it seems a few have learned some lifeskills along the way. That's got to count for something.

From the swelling heart of,
Miss Davis