Monday, November 05, 2007
freewrite
I got the kids to do some freewrites for me last week. Triss posted hers to Mossflower, full of exuberance and oddly proud to be misspelling and ignoring punctuation. (I thought about explaining that the point of freewriting was to really say what was in your head and not gloat about breaking The Sacred Rules of Language Arts-- that breaking the rules is sometimes an unfortunate but tolerated byproduct-- but she was having such fun I didn't have the heart to do it.)
They had a blast. And then they decided to read their writing aloud, and we laughed until the tears came. Who knew Mariel wanted to be a biscuit when she grew up?
They had a blast. And then they decided to read their writing aloud, and we laughed until the tears came. Who knew Mariel wanted to be a biscuit when she grew up?
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Personalizing Bede
Triss: Last night I dreamed that Little Turtle [Triss' good girlfriend] and I went to Bede’s house. He was very nice, he was a lot more interesting than his books, and he had a very nice wife and two boys that were mine and Little Turtle's age, and we all played together.
Me: You know he was a monk.
Triss: Yes! But he wasn’t in the dream. He didn’t even live in that time period in the dream!
His house was in the same sort of area that the Adams' [friends from church] house is, kind of a wood sort of place, kind of like a forest, and it had an enormous backyard. The house itself was sort of like those Dutch paintings that are all reddish gold sort of light. It was a cozy sort of house. I think it was one story because that was the only story we were on. It was laid out a little like our old house. The boys and Little Turtle and I all played in the backyard and I vaguely remember that we had a play battle of some sort. Then we all went to the park and then Little Turtle and I went to the store where we found Bikkle [a young friend from church] in with the picture frames.
Me: Dreams are so weird.
Triss: Yes, they are.
Bede was sort of like Daddy and Goggy and Brother Chris all rolled into one. And he looked a lot better than the picture we saw of him on Wikipedia.
Me: This is so funny to me, because when I was planning your school, I was sure you wouldn’t like Bede, and I thought Birth of Britain would be much more to your taste. But you’re dreaming about Bede and dreading Birth of Britain. I guess I don’t know your mind very well.
Triss: I don’t know my mind very well! And I don’t really like to read Bede, but I liked him in my dream.
Me: You know he was a monk.
Triss: Yes! But he wasn’t in the dream. He didn’t even live in that time period in the dream!
His house was in the same sort of area that the Adams' [friends from church] house is, kind of a wood sort of place, kind of like a forest, and it had an enormous backyard. The house itself was sort of like those Dutch paintings that are all reddish gold sort of light. It was a cozy sort of house. I think it was one story because that was the only story we were on. It was laid out a little like our old house. The boys and Little Turtle and I all played in the backyard and I vaguely remember that we had a play battle of some sort. Then we all went to the park and then Little Turtle and I went to the store where we found Bikkle [a young friend from church] in with the picture frames.
Me: Dreams are so weird.
Triss: Yes, they are.
Bede was sort of like Daddy and Goggy and Brother Chris all rolled into one. And he looked a lot better than the picture we saw of him on Wikipedia.
Me: This is so funny to me, because when I was planning your school, I was sure you wouldn’t like Bede, and I thought Birth of Britain would be much more to your taste. But you’re dreaming about Bede and dreading Birth of Britain. I guess I don’t know your mind very well.
Triss: I don’t know my mind very well! And I don’t really like to read Bede, but I liked him in my dream.
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