A Little Good News
Saturday Academy went well. This time I targeted my 12 best writers, brought em and hit em up with the ol' response to literature. The 12 best writers are, surprise, intensely focused students and working with them in isolation was like getting behind the wheel of a BMW after put-putting around in a Yugo. They're going to be my response to literature captains over the next few weeks. I'm going to give them three kids each to lead, while I take the rest. Eleven instructional days until the writing exam. Oh man.
Before brunch I gave my 3-4-5 kids their final High Point exams back with "promotion to High Point C" certificates attached. All but one made it, even E., who is going to win come-back player of the year, a kid who has gone from "I ain't doing it; you can't make me," to "Is this good?" and "Look! I did my reading log." A certain amount of craziness ensued with the "promotion," kids fist-pounding, and woo-hooing, and hugging, and when brunch came running up to their math teacher, social studies teacher, and POY to share the good news. "I'm going to High Point C!"
I watch the whole thing a little bemused, partly because I had no idea I had instilled/they had developed such a level of engagement into the prospect of succeeding at High Point, but also because I don't really like this program, and feel a little bummed that so much emotional-academic capital has been committed in that direction. Like the kid who knows exactly what his CST-proficiency levels are, there's this lurking sense that we should be motivating toward something bigger, grander, longer-lasting. But until I can figure out what that is, I'll certainly take this.