tailgating: a 5th grade boy's primer

  • Always take a football
  • Wear a T-shirt you look good in, even when you sweat
  • Go to the bathroom before you go to the game
  • If you follow your dad to another tailgate, don’t tell your mom what you heard or saw
  • Be nice to girls who come to your tailgate
  • Play catch with anyone, even girls
  • Smile real big when grown-ups ask you about school
  • Don’t put your fingers all over the chicken fingers
  • Try not to eat more than two cookies
  • Go to the football players’ walk through
  • Never, never say you are tired, even if you are
  • Help take down the tent and the chairs
  • Tell your mom and dad you had a great time

some days are like that, even in elementary school

Heidi got out of the car with her head bent down, eyes on the concrete, no “Good morning!”, and trudged up the hill to the school’s front doors. Obviously, she did not want to be dumped out on the curb at 7:30 a.m. in front of her elementary school. The start of her day was not stellar.

she forgot her homework
It’s not that she wanted her day to decline from rotten to worse than rotten, it just did. When Ms. Rose asked for homework, Heidi searched her backpack…twice. “I guess I left it at home, Ms. Rose,” she offered meekly. “Well (pause) Heidi. Exactly what are we gonna do about that?” prompted her teacher. “I’ll stay in during recess and do it again?” suggested the fourth grader. “Sounds like a plan to me,” responded Ms. Rose.
sometimes staying in isn’t so bad
After lunch when her classmates raced out the doors to play, Heidi walked, head down to Ms. Rose classroom. She peered into the room and her heart pounded an extra beat. She saw Johnny Ash. He was sitting in the desk next hers. She licked her lips and felt her cheeks go hot. As she slid into her seat, he looked up from his writing and smiled. “What you in for?” he asked. “Forgetting my homework,” Heidi answered. “Me, too!” he smiled bigger. “But I’m not so mad about staying in. It’s 100 degrees outside!” And he punched her in the arm as an exclamation point. For a full twenty minutes Heidi sat next to Johnny and worked. She redid her pages, had time to breath the air he breathed, and made quick glances at his long eye lashes and blonde hair.

When Heidi got into her mom’s car at dismissal she smiled, turned to the teacher opening her door and said “thank you” and waved to everyone on the curb. Her day had been excellent.

writing is hard

The beauty of teaching students is subtle. Sometimes seeing a shy, unassuming kid smile at adult humor is the best beautiful episode of the day. Then the I-get-it moments are the ones that take a teacher’s breath away. Friday, it was a piece of writing.

I think freedom is
Declaring an opinion in the form of written language is scary. Asking fifth graders to explain why an art print shows details of personal freedom and how democracy is in the work is exhausting. However, students want to understand. So they take the risk and write what they think.
words written as opinion are beautiful
“You can see people communicating because no one can tell a person they can’t (communicate) because they are adults and they (adults) make their own decisions.””It is both (freedom and democracy) because they are fighting for their freedom, but they can get hurt.” Hearing kids make connections is beautiful.The first step for them is taking a risk. And they do that well. 

 

 

 

a person with crutches gets help

Having to use crutches when you are in the fifth grade is a ticket to stardom.  Kids who have a broken arm or leg rule the kingdom…school. For some reason, we all love the drama of someone exiting a car with a pair of crutches.

Josh has crutches and therefore power
Josh got out of his dad’s silver F250 Ford pick up with crutches and a hovering mother. His mother and father believed that whatever happened to Josh was for his benefit, and the world had not seen the best yet. The day he appeared commandeering a set of crutches, kids moved to the sides of the hallway as he walked to class; they asked “What happened, Josh?”  Teachers enlisted student slaves to carry his backpack and anything else he wanted moving by his side. And as that first day unfolded, so did his story.  With every telling he embellished the facts.  “Well, I was at the lake, about 10 miles from the house.  I had been trying all day to reel in a catfish that turned out to be about 30 pounds....”  And so his admiring public listened to every rendition of his tale.
a pretty great day
At the end of the school day Josh loaded his crutches, his backpack, and his injured self into the pickup.  His mom asked, “Well, how did it go?”
“It was great! I had help and my teacher carried my lunch tray for me.”
“Wow, having a broken leg isn’t so bad, is it?”
No, isn’t. In the fifth grade a pair of crutches means that you have power; and like Josh, you are definitely gonna use crutches as long as you can.