The March Slice of Life Challenge is hosted by Stacey and Ruth at Two Writing Teachers
Our charts – they begin our slicing journey in September.
So, here we are…our last class Slice of Life. Every September, I roll out our year long classroom slicing extravaganza, and every year two things happen: One, my kids are a bit dubious – a slice of life every week? commenting on our classmate’s slices every week? That sounds like too much work! And two: I am dubious: Am I really ready to commit to 50 slices every week that must be read? Plus all the comments that I must also read and log?
Then the year is in full swing and we are slicing, and we love the rhythm of it all – the sense of community we have around this weekly activity. We learn about each others’ lives and we share bits of our own. We know when some one’s dog is sick and then did not make it, we know when some one’s grandma is coming to visit, we know when those dreaded braces come on, and we know when hard fought soccer matches are lost.
And then comes that last slice – up it goes on the homework board and there is a collective sigh. Wow. The. Last. Slice. Of all the activities we do, this is the one that seems to resonate the most – we recognize that because of this we grew closer together – a community of writers, making our way through a school year.
Here are two that capture something of what slicing has come to mean in room 202:
I am really sad that this will be the last slice of life. I really enjoyed getting to write about some new exciting adventure that I have had the last week.
I loved reading every one’s stories, their experiences they have had in the last week. I always thought they were so interesting, you could take a sneak peek into some one’s life, learn something new about them. I loved the fact that whenever someone wrote their story, it felt as though you were on that journey right with them.
Not only am I sad that this will be our last slice of life, I am sad that school is coming to a close. I really enjoyed being in this Block class, it will surely be the highlight of my 6th grade year. In Block, we would always have a good time. Learning was turned into fun, whether it being sharing our photo essay about a new topic to just getting to learn and grow as historians, poets, writers, readers, etc. I know that I felt Block allowed us to become close almost like a family. It also allowed us to learn more about each other as classmates.
From Christmas parties to just having a discussion as a class, Block was always fun. Just getting to walk into the classroom puts a smile on my face. I love learning about new topics in The Civil War and in Slavery and in everything else was fascinating.
I would just like to say that I will remember Block always. Walking into the classroom set a new adventure every day, it was fun, a great experience, and most of all, something I will remember in my heart always
My kids will not slice next year, or the year after. But they will write. And they will have all their slices from their sixth grade year to read over (I make each of them a booklet of their slices) to dip into for ideas and memories. They know now that writing is a habit one can grow to love – that is how they came to feel about slicing. And they know that writing is also something that requires practice – just like soccer and lacrosse and dance. The more they sliced, the better those bits of writing became. What seemed impossible at the beginning of the year, became a well loved habit. I know that this is what they will take away from our year of slicing, this is why we do this every year in 202… in spite of all those doubts (teacher and student) when the year begins.
…and here they are – our last slices, out in the hallway to be be enjoyed by one and all….