I started a new activity with one of my tutoring students. I bought a few notebooks for him to choose from and kept one for myself, and we now spend the first 10 minutes of our session writing. Last week he chose to have me give him a writing prompt. Today he decided that he wanted us to give each other writing prompts. They were both great!
Here was mine, tying in a little of my current life lessons into my fantasy story:
You got a letter from Hogwarts!
I didn’t know what to do! I was so excited that I started jumping up and down . Then I started crying and hugging my mom and dad. Then, I started freaking out. “I don’t know anything about magic!” I said. “Everyone will laugh at me! I will fail all of my subjects! I didn’t even know Hogwarts was REAL!”
Then, my friends Brian and Jorge came over and comforted me. They said, “Teri, you’re being negative again. You need to think positively. Wonderful things can happen, if you only believe.” I relaxed and sighed a contented sigh because I knew that was true. I hugged them both and ran up the stairs to begin packing my bags.
The students have been working on creating poems about themselves, and some of them expressed an interest in shape/concrete poems. They were so proud! I borrowed the design method from my dad who creates beautiful shape/concrete poem sonnets. He fills in the shape with a single letter and then works in the actual design. For example, for a triangle or side of a tree:
A heavenly creation!
Have some fun with your own shape poems!
Still working on the name. Brain vomit? Brain Barf? Hmm. . .
If a student (or you) is stuck on getting started on a paper, she needs to get those ideas out. (They’re in there!) One way is to loosen them up and set them free is to set the time for 5 minutes, focus on the topic, and get her to spill everything out of her head onto a piece of paper. Tell her it’s ok to write “I don’t know what to write.” “And this is silly.” Whatever helps! But she has to write continuously for 5 minutes.
If she struggles with the mechanics of writing and/or is a particularly good talker, you may want to switch to a sound recorder, like the one I use on my iPod. (It’s possible her writing is too slow for her mind!) Or if she’s faster at typing, have her spill it all out on the keyboard.
Final tip: Do it with her! Take the same topic or something similar and work along side her. It’s a great motivator and model for her to see that it can be done — and it means you’re not just staring at her for those 5 minutes as she writes.
I’ve got a busy mind today. Time to do some brain spillage/vomit/barfing myself to empty out all of those thoughts!
Last week my tutoring students inspired me to write. The perfectionist in me kept me from doing anything about it for a while. The part that says “I am enough” is now getting this down “on paper.”
It all started with one of my students accidentally reading “snailboat” for “sailboat.” Genius!
I quickly came up with this:
“Why ride in a sailboat
When you could ride a snailboat!”
Fun with inventive compound words! Such potential!
Another student began some work with fiction writing. He’s creating a fantasy/sci-fi/historical fiction work. It already sounds great. I found an article on super young authors, which we both found inspiring, though he was only impressed with the bestselling ones!
Finally, a new student told me the entire synopsis of a fantasy piece that she has already started writing. She plans on finishing it in high school. (She’s in elementary school now.) I told her about the young authors article. But she still insists it will be best that way. . .
I had a couple of other thoughts, but I have a cat on my foot, and I’m about to turn into a sweet potato, anyway, and so I remind myself “I am enough. It is enough.” And I bid you all good night. 🙂
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I’ve decided to change Mondays from “Metaphysics Mondays” to “Memory Mondays”, since everything I write about is generally already tied to metaphysics in some way. I’ve been wanting an excuse to look back on life — go through travel journals and diaries, watch home movies, look through photo albums, etc, so this is my excuse to do it.
I started a new writing project with one of my Sunday tutoring students, and it was inspired by a homework assignment from one of my metaphysics lessons. We break our lives into 5-year increments, and once we surpass the past and arrive at present time, we begin imagining our future.
This is what I have so far:
- “See? . . . “Ight!” (Light)
- Came out quiet (not crying!), checking out the world.
- Apparent near suicide attempt — squeezed through the sliding glass door to our balcony on the second story and nearly crawled right off the edge before my dad came to my rescue.
- Typwriter for birthday
- Home Daycare
- My parents had a bedroom in the backroom; it was converted to our daycare lunch room
- The living room became the main room with green carpeting and white shelves holding varying Montessori materials
- My first (and hopefully last!) nemesis (daycare child)
- Daycare crush
- Awkward car scene when my parents were complimenting a daycare student on how quiet he was being, and I piped in a loud voice”What about me? I’m quiet, too, right? Aren’t I quiet?” (face palm)
- Red corduroy dress (and pictures where I am oblivious that I am showing my underwear)
- Nap time on green fold out cots
- Flags on my birthday cake!
- Sister is born (in our house!)
- My mom’s first introduce to Shaklee (vitamins during her pregnancy)
- Montessori preschool
- Nutcracker Fairy Dress
- Dancing around the house to the “Nutcracker” on the record player, waving my fair wand like a Sugar Plum Fairy, and running up and down the hallway to the “Russian Dance”
- Telling neverending stories about “Koffa Kouff”
- Started wearing glasses — looked around the room in amazement, as if seeing the world for the first time
- Riding Big Wheels in the street
- Discovered TV and that I had an aunt my age
- Car rides to Ohio to visit Mom’s side of the family for Christmas
- Began T-ball
- pixie hair cuts
- Learned to read with “Pig Can Jig”
- Grandma Karl reading to me.
- Best friend Mandi lived across the street.
To be continued next week with Ages 6-10. . .