Welcome to Day 1 of my online writing experiment Rebel Hour.
This is a serialized version of a story I’m working on. It is an edited version–I call it a ‘first-and-a-half’ draft–that I hope is interesting and entertaining.
A more detailed look at the process is found in my online project, The 7 C’s Teacher Expo.
Rebel Hour Day 1
“Welcome to your first day of fourth-grade. How about we team up and take down everything from our bulletin boards?”
From the journal of Beth: I’ve never had a teacher who had us UN-decorate the classroom. Okay, maybe on the last day of school, but the first day?
What’s weirder is I know this teacher. I had Ms. Page all last year.
And she never acted this way last year.
Even worse, after we cleared the walls, she handed out notebooks to each of us. And she was smiling. It was almost an evil smile, kind of like you might see in Cruella de Vil. Since I really didn’t see her smile all that much last year, this was really different.
Why was she smiling? Had to be the notebooks, or ‘journals’… She said something about using our ‘thinking-and-writing muscle’ every day. Yeeesh, that just doesn’t sound great and all summer I figured I had Ms. Page figured out. And here I was ready for a whole year of doing as little work as possible.
From the journal of Joanna Page: Day 1
Well, it’s like this…after I found out that I’m exiled out here on the edge of humanity in a teetering, creaking modular [not ready to call it a ‘classroom’], I had a little chat with my principal. Mrs. Nix has always been distant, simply tolerating my presence. I just figured she was like that with the other teachers as well, but once I found myself shunted off to Room 36, well, I was a bit of a special case…and not in a good way.
I had methodically put up the usual bulletin board material–‘when’s your birthday?’, the misused homophones that make teachers want to scratch out their eyeballs, reading comprehension tips–stuff that over the coming days [hours?] just blends into the background and darn near turns invisible.
And so it was time to do things a little differently–starting with making this classroom ‘ours’. No matter how ugly the outside, I want these kids to want to come inside. [And I have a good mind to do something about the exterior, as well. But first things first.]