Today, the first day after the state writing test, was a day of decompressing, reflecting, and celebrating. I began each class with my assessment of how I thought the day had gone.
“I’m not allowed to read your work,” I explained. “None of us are. But all of your teachers spent the entire day circulating through our classrooms and making sure that all of you were on task. Let me tell you, our feet are tired.”
I paused for a moment and then continued, “I was so impressed that you listened to me and that you all filled those giant four-squares to the max! Hallelujah! We all were impressed. Truthfully, none of us have ever seen kids spend so much time planning, writing, and revising a rough draft! There is simply no way your scores can be low! I am so proud of you!”
Marni raised her hand. “Mr. Ramsey, you turned some really awful writers into great writers!”
“Thank you,” I replied. “But you all were already good writers. That little seed of creativity was buried inside of you. It just needed a little attention and time.”...