I Have Been Remiss!

Hello, all!
I'm excited to see that the blog is active! For some reason, I thought I signed up for e-mail notifications, but I hadn't. I thought no one had been posting, but that was just me not even bothering to check! Good to hear many of you are doing well, and that you are putting our summer experience to work in your classrooms. I'm starting teaching on Monday, and as I go through writing my syllabus and talking to my colleagues, I find myself constantly referencing NIWP! I'm sure they will all eventually get tired of me yammering on about it, but I can't imagine getting ready for this quarter without the bedrock you all helped me form in July. I can only say, again, thank you!

P.S. Timothy! Lets connect soon. Congratulations on the job! (Although, I like to think I knew you would get it. They would have been fools not to hire you!)

Would love to hear from you all via e-mail

Fellows, my new e-mail address at Ferndale is: tlucas@windwardhigh.org

I would love to hear from you outside of the blog, as it appears that there is not much blogging going on.

Smooth sailing so far here at Windward High School (Ferndale S.D.'s "magnet" school).

Went to Port Townsend Saturday (Sept. 12) to a wooden boat show. Warren, you would have loved it. I'm still thinking about buying a boat, but leaning towards one I can move on a trailer--one I can sail on Lake Samish and the Sound without a lot of trouble.

Gloria and Mercedes, Ola!

Glad to hear that many of you are applying what you learned immediately.

Hope all is well with each of you. What a summer we had!

Timothy

Second Grade and Growing a Love for Autumn

I have recollections of school earlier than second grade, but while reading Ted Kooser's American Life in Poetry the other evening, the poem below brought back strong images of a special day from second grade. Perhaps my imagery wouldn't have been as stunning in my poem, but I certainly could have written a similar recollection.

Gathering Leaves in Grade School

They were smooth ovals,

and some the shade of potatoes—

some had been moth-eaten

or spotted, the maples

were starched, and crackled

like campfire.

We put them under tracing paper

and rubbed our crayons

over them, X-raying

the spread of their bones

and black, veined catacombs.

We colored them green and brown

and orange, and

cut them out along the edges,

labeling them deciduous

or evergreen.

All day, in the stuffy air of the classroom,

with its cockeyed globe,

and nautical maps of ocean floors,

I watched those leaves

lost in their own worlds

flap on the pins of the bulletin boards:

without branches or roots,

or even a sky to hold on to.
-Judith Harris

One sunny, warm fall day we took a walking field trip in second grade. We were studying Neighborhoods in social studies and Mrs. Meyer led my class exploring the blocks close to the Sunnyside School in Kellogg, Idaho. The leaves had turned yellow, orange, and red and crunched underfoot as our single file line followed our teacher down the block. Our young minds learned that day about house numbers. She patiently explained how the numbers on the block work with even and odd numbers. For a long time after that I always studied the street numbers when we drove down a block uptown, in Spokane, or Orofino. It always worked that way. It was a pattern that always made sense to me . When I helped my brother deliver papers one summer on those blocks north of Sunnyside school I once again checked that pattern of numbers. I did the same when I sold Camp Fire mints in those same neighborhoods a few years later.

Mrs. Meyer also tied science in on that walking field trip as we studied the turning leaves on the trees and were given permission to pick up the leaves on the sidewalk. I studied those leaves with curiosity, noting the veins of color, the unique shapes and various sizes. Breathing in the crisp air and feeling the warm autumn sun on my face is a memory I go back and revisit. Could life have been simpler than on that day in September on the blocks surrounding Sunnyside School? Could there have been more joy than picking up leaves and carrying them with care back to the second grade classroom?

Art was also connected with this project. We arranged our leaves between sheets of wax paper and displayed them proudly on the windows looking out to the playground. Each afternoon the next week the sun would stream through those windows causing the yellows, oranges, and reds to glow like crown jewels. She also taught us to paint those colors. With large pieces of butcher paper, a fat paint brush each and paint bins of yellow, brown, red, and orange each second grader created a tree of their own that was displayed on the tile-like glass above the windows.

Knowing Mrs. Meyer I am sure we learned a poem about autumn leaves or she read us a story to tie in all up nicely. Fall is now my favorite season of the year. That love for the season may have started that day I learned about house numbers, experienced pure joy while collecting leaves, and felt that warm, afternoon autumn sun on my face.

Professional Development

Hello, all--hope this finds you well!

Looks like I'll have the chance to put my Summer Institute to good use soon. My building's professional development team has asked me to present at our next school improvement day in early October, and I'm planning to use the Image Grammar presentation. It'll be the first time I will have had the opportunity to do something like this in the district, and I'm looking forward to it.

Hope everyone had a wonderful three-day weekend. I had a chance to go sailing, and we enjoyed some great breezes between rain showers. Sailing is always good!

Take care,

Warren