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Book clubs are one of my favorite things as a teacher. There is something invigorating about having students sprawled all around the classroom, books propped up willy-nilly, and that silence when a group is sucked into the story. Don’t get … Continue reading
In February, students engaged with a new style of reading; book clubs run by students.
After a month of participating in weekly jobs, discussions, and independent reading; the first projects were created. With over 8 project choices, the results are incredible. The most popular by far was a project called “Packing It Up”. See below for photos of the tiny suitcases packed with myriad character related items. Not only are they inventive, the students show a complex understanding of the character they analyzed. I am always humbled and proud of the variety of risks my students are willing to take.
Students sewed wardrobes, manufactured tracheostomy tubes, built tiny jellyfish, and even baked cookies to show off their character, setting, and theme analysis.
Comic Strip artist, Jackson, shared this about the project: “The thing I liked about the book projects we made was the spectacular experience of creating the project and brainstorming it to create a marvelous project that represents us.”
This week, students are starting a final group project collaboration and will present each result to the class. Stay tuned for more amazing, engaging reading!
So, back to the first question: how do you read?
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Reading is dreaming with open eyes. Do you agree with Anissa Trisdianty about reading? I do! As a teacher, I spend the school year convincing students of this idea. My purpose is clear: have students become passionate speakers, readers, and … Continue reading
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Reading is truly a life journey: unique for each person. After a long stretch of the school year spent distance learning, we all met in person for our 2nd quarter of the school year. Although my students and I … Continue reading