They came, they saw, they conquered.
15 incredibly wee little souls came into the classroom and trusted me to help them move forward.
We moved.
Not an evolutionary leap to be sure, spelling and math caused some problems, but they were trying hard and were amazingly cooperative all day long. All through a dizzying list of procedures and new information, they stuck with me. Kids like that make you want to do more for them. Just because.
You watch them as they try to do and see some fly through with little if any trouble and agonize as others really don't seem to "get" anything without much help. They call it differentiated instruction, but what it means is don't bore the very gifted and don't lose those who aren't there yet. I cannot begin to do much about that just now, but we'll get there.
Tomorrow, we're going to rehearse the procedures again, touch our toes into the math seas, and we may just write out what we think we "can't do" and have a burial behind the portable for them. These kids CAN. I believe in them.
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