Showing posts from March, 2018

#SOL18 Day 23 The Making of a Reader

When I was younger, 
I never knew my reading level.
Didn't know there were books
I wasn't allowed
to read.
I loved to read
and so I did
every chance I got. 

I would peruse the library
An open invitation
to choose 
anything I wanted.
Books were my friends
And each one 
a possibility.

I found series books.
Cam Jansen,
Polk Street School,
Then later
Sweet Valley High
Babysitters Club
The Fabulous Five.

I read all the time.
No one asked me
to jot on a post-it.
No one asked me
to summarize 
in my notebook.
No one asked me
to pick a book
at my level.

I still understood
the books I read
enough to want
to keep reading. 

In school
we read
whole class novels
I hated.
Where the Red Fern Grows.
Island of the Blue Dolphins
Books I did not enjoy.
"When can I go back
to my own book?"
I thought.

The school books
were always sad
And my books
made me happy.
I didn't want to read 
about dogs
or being alone
on an island.
I wanted to read
what I wanted to read. 

School is not really
where I became a reader…

#SOL18 Day 22 The Bright Side

Two unexpected snow days, despite the calendar saying Spring has arrived. Two days lost of my spring break, now down to only 3 days instead of the 7 we were supposed to have. 

Really, I could be negative about this.

But sipping a hot, delicious cup of coffee in cozy sweats as mounds of snow pile up outside my window, I am grateful for a relaxed morning. Grateful my mom doesn't have to shovel and drive in this weather, just to come and help me get my kids off to school. I'm grateful they have the day off too- we could play games together, snuggle, and enjoy the gift of an unexpected snow day.

When negative thoughts, fears, and anxiety weigh me down, the only thing that lifts the sadness is gratitude. Seeing the blessings. Noticing the silver lining to the clouds, the rose that is there through the thicket of thorns. 

So cheers to this snow day- may it be the last of this year! 

#SOL18 Day 21 Quote of the Day

"To hold a pen is to be at war." -Voltaire 
Every morning, a quote appears in my inbox through the magic of IFTTT, which I still don't fully understand. I love quotes, and so I enjoy reading a new one each day. Yesterday morning Voltaire's quote came, on what was the first day of spring. Interesting choice.
And now I try to process it. Does the quote mean that you are at war with yourself when you hold a pen- fighting to decide what to say and how? Slaying the demons known as Writer's Block? 
Does he instead mean that the pen is your weapon against the battles you choose to fight- maybe injustice? The pen is your defense of those who don't understand you or aim to hurt you? 
In my third grade classroom, we have a Chief Inspiration Officer (CIO) as one of our jobs. This person selects a quote to share with the class. We used to write them on a picture frame glitterboard, but after a few crashes with glass strewn in the classroom, I've switched to digital means …

#SOL18 Day 20 School Projects

Last week, I texted my sister a frantic SOS. My son's class is celebrating the 120th Day of School (first graders have moved on from the 100th Day of School- that's SOOO kindergarten!) and each child was asked to make a creation with 120 objects to wear to school that day. We first got notice of this long before March, which would give us more than enough time to complete it. However, life has been....busy, to say the least. So March 20th was rapidly approaching and I had no idea how to make a shirt with 120 things on it. 

My nephew is in third grade, so this is not my sister's first rodeo. She had tons of ideas on what Alex could wear for the 120th Day. I begged her to make it for me and I would owe her big. She came up with an adorable Ninja t-shirt. 

When I went to pick this up at her house, she had a huge poster board on the floor for my nephew's latest school project- an Olympics theme visual. He already had a huge travel brochure project (Hello- 1985 called and wan…

#SOL18 Day 19 A Near Miss With the Leprechaun

"I don't think leprechauns ALWAYS come to people's houses," I try to convince my children on the car ride to play at their Grandma's house.

"No, they do. They leave you chocolate coins. And sometimes they make mischief," Alex informs me, quite certain. 

I'm filled with dread. It is already St. Patrick's Day. If a leprechaun was supposed to come, it probably should have been this morning. The kids had talked about making traps, but we watched Ferdinand on Friday and we went right to bed when it ended. No traps set out. No thoughts of a leprechaun coming to visit. I really thought we dodged the whole issue. 

But now they are sure he will come tonight. And so I add an errand to my list- stop at CVS and pick up chocolate coins for the kids. 

Fast forward to Sunday morning- I'm finishing my blog post. There was a nagging feeling that I had an idea yesterday of what I would write about, but I could not remember, so I went with questions about my reade…

#SOL18 Day 18 Teacher Question- Reader's Notebooks

A few summers ago, I read the book A Handful of Stars with some other amazing educators online. Our goal was to write about our reading and share the different ways we did it. I remember the awesome sketchnotes and the different charts and pictures teachers created to show understanding. Writing about reading didn't feel like a chore and seeing other teacher's ideas made the book more powerful. 

I haven't been able to transfer this experience to my classroom. 

This is my 4th year teaching third grade but I still don't have a clear idea of what my student reading notebooks should look like. There is an expectation from my district that each book a student reads will be somehow written about in the reading notebook. Colleagues and friends I talk to who teach elsewhere say they find that stifling and would hate to write about every book they read. 

It makes me wonder: Is the notebook a place of accountability, where a teacher can make sure a student is reading what he says h…

#SOL18 Day 17 The Flower

Friday is often "Family Movie Night" in our house. We have a "smart TV" which includes Amazon right on it. Most of the time, we select a new movie to buy to add to our Amazon library of movies. We are building quite a collection. I always encourage my children to watch one of our purchases again, but they always seem to want a new movie. It's way cheaper and more convenient that actually leaving the house to go to the movie theater, and by Friday, I'm usually fine with spending the money to have some snuggly couch time with my 7 year old and 5 year old. 

Last night, Alex chose Ferdinand, a movie based on the story of the flower-loving, peaceful bull. Near the beginning of the movie, there is a part where the young Ferdinand is trying to protect a little red flower that he found. The other bulls don't understand his peaceful ways and pick on him. One bull angrily stomps on the red flower, crushing it. Right at that moment, my son's eyes filled with te…

#SOL18 Day 16 My Neighbor

My neighbor is moving. I will be so sad to see her go. When we moved into our house in 2009, her husband Al was alive and well. They welcomed us, showed us tricks about our house that they've learned from their house. When I locked myself out before we even moved in, they let me come into their kitchen and wait for the second set of keys to be brought to me. 

Norma bakes cookies for us, especially when my husband shovels her driveway in the snow. She remembers everyone's birthday with cards and little gifts for the kids. She used to sit on the front lawn with Al around sunset, watching the cars drive by and the kids play, her sipping wine while he drank a beer. 

Al passed away in 2015 and Norma is looking for a smaller place, a one floor home. She will probably be leaving by April. She's been cleaning out her house and offering us different items she finds. 

I will miss her smile and quiet kindness. I know the move will be good for her, but it's another chapter closing. …

#SOL18 Day 15 Dear Megan

As I type this, in just a few hours, my little girl turns 5. After laying with her until she fell asleep, I crept downstairs to wrap her presents. One present was the book Dear Girl by Amy Krouse Rosenthal and her daughter, Paris. (Such a beautiful book- a must buy for a special girl in your life.) Here is my birthday letter to my own dear girl, Megan:

Dear Megan,

When you were younger, and trying to understand the words "son" and "daughter", I told you that you were my daughter and your brother, Alex, was my son. You replied  that you were my "son-shine". And really, that is the truth- as much as you are my daughter, you are also my sunshine. Light in dark times. A warm, snuggly hug. Radiant. The center of my world. 

From the start, you've surprised me. You've been a miracle to me in every way possible. You are funny and bubbly and so quick. You use words like "duplicate" in everyday conversation. You know all the Pokemon characters becaus…

#SOL18 Day 14 Piku

It's Pi Day! 3.14. While I am not a huge lover of things mathematical, I've enjoyed celebrating Pi Day in the past with my students by writing Piku. Piku is a type of poetry that is like haiku. Instead of the lines being 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables, they are 3 syllables, 1 syllable, 4 syllables. 

Here is my Piku for today:

Dark morning
I am blogging

Report cards
across table

So much time
complete each one

Due Monday
Weekend consumed

Have you tried Piku? Happy Pi Day!

#SOL18 Day 13 Happiness


In the movie Trolls, Poppy tells the Bergens that happiness isn't something that you get externally- it comes from within. You find it inside yourself. 

Growing up, I wanted everyone to be happy. I hated when there was any discord. If my parents were arguing, I would speak to each separately to get them to see the other person's perspective or to make some concessions. 

Isn't it the ultimate irony, then, that I find myself in a situation where no matter what I do, there is a person in my life who is never happy with me. No explaining, cajoling, reasoning bends this person. 

It's a painful place to be, to have a person deeply rooted in your life, finding you to be so displeasing in every way you wish to be pleasing. 

When I was younger, I read a book called If Life is a Game, These are the Rules by Cherie Carter Scott.  The idea is that life will keep presenting you with the same lessons over and over until you learn what you are supposed to learn. So perhaps my l…

#SOL18 Day 12 The Decision

The room is pitch black. The covers are snuggly and warm. My eyes feel so heavy. Snooze has been hit twice and now it's decision time: Do I get up to workout or stay asleep?

There are so many decisions to make, all the time. When it comes to health and fitness, for me, this is the area that takes the hit- I'm tired of making decisions, so I'll grab what looks good, my comfort foods, the nearby chocolate. The regret always comes after. 

A Facebook friend has recently been shedding weight at a very fast pace. Her posts about fitting into her jeans again after only 3 weeks had me intrigued. A private message revealed she's doing a program that involves 2 meals a day as a bar or a shake. The weight is pouring off her and she's not exercising yet. The program is very expensive- $400 for the first month, then something like $250 each month you are buying shakes and bars. 

It was tempting. To not make decisions- to just have a shake or bar ready for me. To have weight just f…

#SOL18 Day 11 A Short, Sweet Haiku Slice

Birthday girl turns 5 Nails, toes, baking cupcakes too Another party!

#SOL18 Day 10- Visions of Math Centers Danced in My Head

5 am

I don't need to get up this early today. But here I am, awake, with an idea on how to better organize my classroom and put together math centers. For the last 4 years, each student in the class has been assigned a math toolkit by number. If your class number was 6, you would take the clear plastic shoebox labeled 6 and all your math tools would be in there: base ten blocks, tiles, plastic clock, etc. So I have 24 or more of these in the front of the classroom.

But here's the thing- we really don't use them. If we need a tool, it's mostly in small group and I just grab them from any bin and then try to remember where to put them back. I'm thinking it would make more sense to have the baggies of all the base ten blocks in one large bin, the baggies of all the tiles in another large bin, etc. Students can still find the tool they need when they need it (they never seem to take tools to solve problems) but it wouldn't be all individualized. This would free up al…

#SOL18 Day 9 Fri-Yay, Conference Day!

Blogging packets? Check.
Projector? Check.
Speakers? Check.
Chromebook? Check.
Various plugs? Check.
Excitement? Check, check, check!

Today I am attending the Spring LILAC Literacy Conference, sponsored by the Nassau Reading Council and the Long Island Language Arts Council. Kylene Beers is the Keynote Speaker in the morning! I will be presenting a workshop on Fostering Voice Through Blogging with my friend and Long Island Writing Project colleague, Evelyn. 

I've become more comfortable presenting mostly because I push myself to do it often. Also, because I believe so much in the notion that blogging gives students a voice, an audience, a purpose- and it's fun! I would love to help teacher see the possibilities of blogging and how it can enhance what they do. Presenting on a topic I believe in and put into practice in my classroom seems a little less scary. 

I'm looking forward to attending workshops, listening to the keynotes, talking with other educators, and being in a room wit…

#SOL18 Day 8 Letter From Hasbro

My daughter Megan turns 5 a week from today. Her birthday party theme is "My Little Pony" and the ponies have become her favorite toys lately. A couple of weeks ago, she was talking with my mom about the pony Trixie. She wanted Trixie to have a spell book. My mom suggested they write to the toy company Hasbro who makes My Little Pony. Megan dictated the letter and my mom wrote it. They mailed it, along with a picture Megan drew.

Yesterday in the mail, this arrived:
No toys or coupons with it, but still fun to get mail addressed to "Miss Megan Sokolowski" and she loved that the "management team" would consider her idea to make a spell book for Trixie. 

Before Megan has turned 5, she understand that writing is a powerful tool for expressing your opinion and trying to make changes. To be able to express your ideas well in writing is a critical tool in life.

#SOL18 Day 7- Innovation Lab

I stood in the middle of the room, taking in the scene around me. My third graders, all 24 of them, were all busy at work on their individual projects. Cutting. gluing, measuring, bending, tinkering, sketching. No one asked to go to the bathroom or get a drink. No one arguing. No one looking bored.

We were in the Innovation Lab, something new my district has tried this year. It's a large space with cool furniture- rolling chairs in neon orange and green; a separate meeting area with comfy cushion seats, couches, and a large interactive smartboard (but the new sleeker, flat they have a name?); large wooden bookshelves to house all the projects the students create; shelves filled with pipe cleaners, straws, paper towel rolls, markers, glue, crayons, felt and more. There is a glassed in area with a green screen, too. 

The Innovation Lab is run by the librarian and the enrichment teacher...and me when I'm in the room with my class. The idea is to let the kids engage in tho…

#SOL Day 6 18 4:30 am

4:30 am
Most people asleep
cozy under covers
dreams underway
silence in the house.

My alarm goes off
and I scurry to shut it off
not to wake anyone
this is my time.

When the work 
but you can't 
keep your eyes open
at 8:30 pm,
4:30 am
becomes your friend.

Electronics hum
birds still asleep
white noise and click
clack of keyboard
as I type.

Something accomplished 
while others still snooze
not a bad way to start
a new day.

#SOL18 Day 5 I Don't Care

"I don't care," he looks at me, defiantly, his face like stone.

I want him to shower, he doesn't want to stop playing. He's played all day and hasn't showered least a few days. He is due for sure but won't budge. 

Eventually...a compromise is reached: He will shower and then get more time to play on the computer. 

But now I'm thinking about the "I don't cares"- the times I act like something can't hurt me when really it does. The times I tell myself "It doesn't matter", "I didn't want it anyway" or "It doesn't hurt me anymore." 


Why is it so hard to admit that some things are painful, even if we wish they weren't? Some experiences, some words, some losses just hurt a lot. I'm thinking I need to be more honest with myself sometimes and stop brushing off painful moments with the "I don't cares."

Not caring may seem like a shield for pain, but it's really just…

#SOL18 Day 4 This is Us

I used to have a few television shows I regularly watched. For a long time I was into reality shows like American Idol, The Bachelor, and Dancing with the Stars. Some of my other favorites included Modern Family, In the Middle, and I especially loved the makeover show What Not to Wear. Through the years, I've stopped watching TV. Last year, everyone was talking about This is Us and mid-season, I decided to watch the first few episodes on demand. I was entirely hooked and once again found a show I loved. 

This winter, I've fallen behind in watching This is Us. It's been a rough season in my own life. I missed the Superbowl episode, THE episode that everyone was talking about. I found out what happened, but only tonight had the chance to watch it myself and the episode right after. I'm still a couple behind. 

I love so many things about the show, but mostly how different threads of stories come together, how time zooms backwards and forwards and you see so much more of the…

#SOL18 Day 3 Right Behind You

"I'm right behind you," almost 5 year old Megan laughs, right on my tail, so to speak. She's wearing pink ballet pajamas that she wore to school today to celebrate the 100th Day of School (and P week too). 

Everywhere I walk, she stays right behind me, giggling, calling out, "I'm right behind you. Wherever you go, I go." 

We make a few trips around the house like this and I stop to hug her. 

At night, she tells me she loves me "To infinity and beyond." Her love is complete and restorative.

I write this now, so when she is a teenager, or maybe even a tween, and she hates me and thinks I'm all wrong and would rather be with everyone but me, I'll remember the time when she was so little, so cute, and gleefully followed me everywhere I went.

#SOL18 Day 2 Don't Look Back

Lately I've been hearing myself say some of the expressions my Grandy (grandfather) often said. "Basta Finito", "Bunk!", "Don't look back." The "Don't Look Back" was kind of his trademark- he said it so often. As a kid, I didn't really understand why you wouldn't look back and as a young adult, I thought looking back was something you should do- reflection and all that. 

Now as an older young adult (okay not young- just an adult), I see my Grandy's words as a life preserver from the guilt that comes when something happens I wish hadn't. A car I backed into (should have been looking back for that one). A playdate that resulted in disaster and a near tragedy. Too much chocolate consumed. A lesson gone awry. Mistakes made or the wrong path taken. Grandy would say, "Don't look back" and now I know why. 

Life is full of dark and light, ups and downs, joy and pain. It is the choices we make that comprise our lif…

#SOL18 Day 1: Why I'm Here

The first day of the March SOLSC feels like the first day of school! Now that I've done the challenge for a few years, it reminds me of returning to school when you've been a student there for a while- you look for the familiar faces, happy to be back together after a long break. There are always new friends to be made, so welcome to all the New Slicers among us!

My very first post in my first March SOLSC was a Where I'm From poem, inspired by George Ella Lyon. The other day, I stumbled upon Elizabeth Steinglass blog, where she had written a poem entitled "Why I'm Here" for Poetry Friday. It seemed like the perfect way to begin the challenge, so here is my own version. 

Why I'm Here 

(As a mom)
I'm here to find the missing
stuffed animal flavor of the day,
often stuffed in couch cushions
or left in plain sight.
I'm here to pour juice into sippy cups
and type in the code to the computer.
I'm here to read bedtime stories
and answer unanswerable questions