<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340</id><updated>2012-01-12T13:15:34.055-08:00</updated><category term='It'/><title type='text'>A Teacher's Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>321</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6358727408102280235</id><published>2011-11-13T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T14:09:41.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Projects-</title><content type='html'>You know it is getting time for winter at our house when the project list comes out. Yes- the stuff that we don't want to do in the summer because we spend 95% of our time in water during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;    Our list is a little longer this year. We have lived in our house for seven years and it is some time for color changes, room rearranging, and creating.  I am hoping that most of our bigger projects are completed before Christmas season. We host a holiday open house and who wants to worry about a mess (insert -"NOT I").&lt;br /&gt;   If anyone has some thoughts or ideas... let me know. Always love to add to my places to go or things to make!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROJECTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paint my son's room.  Big guy is almost 11 and is in that middle stage of life. He isn't a lil' man, but isn't a big guy-guy either. He is picking the color (lord help us all) and have had the conversation about this color is going to be up there for a lonnnng time- pick carefully!&lt;br /&gt;He LOVES Legos and music. He is an avid guitar player and has a workstation for his Lego pieces. I would love to make or buy a display case for his miniature Lego figures. We will display his larger pieces on shelves that we will put up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make our basement door into a swing door. I love the doors that you can close the bottom but leave the top open. Our kids spend the majority of their time down there and I would like to hear what is going on without having our dogs go down their too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Paint the living room, laundry room, kitchen, AND bathroom. I will post some before and after pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Take all the art work from my children so I can mount and frame it for our art gallery in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew- I am tired already and I haven't even started....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6358727408102280235?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6358727408102280235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6358727408102280235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6358727408102280235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6358727408102280235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-projects.html' title='Fall Projects-'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4777076785239948291</id><published>2011-11-13T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:57:35.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearning the water</title><content type='html'>The school year is flying! I have such a wonderful class with such great kids who I can laugh and be silly with and learn all at the same time. That stands for a great year.&lt;br /&gt;   We are currently working on a persuasive unit of study in writing. Students have worked hard on researching topics that they feel strongly about. I was so happy to see that they are taking their topics and stances quite seriously, and have opted to write letters or editorials as their publishing goal.&lt;br /&gt;   One student came to me during an open conferring session and was concerned about her topic which was cancer. She wasn't sure how to persuade someone in this area. I too wasn't sure where she wanted to go- we all know that cancer is an awful disease and we don't need to be persuaded to understand or agree with that stance.&lt;br /&gt;  I asked her to talk through her process of why she wanted to stick with this topic as she has a long list of topics that she could pick from.  She began to discuss that her aunt had died the previous year from cancer. She watched someone she loved so very dearly lose the battle to breast cancer. She went on to explain that she wished that she wished that her aunt would have gone to the doctor earlier like her mother wanted her to go, but she didn't.  At that minute, I knew where we needed to head with this piece of writing she so badly wanted to stick with.&lt;br /&gt;We discussed the idea of heading towards persuading others to go to the doctors for a regular check ups and learn more about early detection.  She talked through her ideas while making a long list of reasons why early detections is so important for women.  After a couple more minutes she said she felt ready to go and finish it up on her own.&lt;br /&gt;   I think that during conferring moments we sometimes have to focus on plain and simple talking through our students thinking as a team before they just give up on a topic or genre. Sometimes getting there is a process of not only writing, but talking, listening, and sifting through some of that murky water that kids often jump into when they first start to write.&lt;br /&gt;  I am excited to see what comes of my little dear student's writing. She is passionate about her topic and stance. Love her for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4777076785239948291?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4777076785239948291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4777076785239948291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4777076785239948291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4777076785239948291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-is-here.html' title='Clearning the water'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3120822908111409004</id><published>2011-11-06T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:37:03.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE LISTS</title><content type='html'>I love a good list. I create a list for everything I do, which is needed because if I didn't my attention is like a cheerio and we wouldn't get ANYTHING done. The list I have been focusing on at this moment would be things I really want to work on. I have been searching blogs and websites for these topics so if you have any thoughts, feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THINGS I WANT TO INVESTIGATE AND WORK ON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Creating a box garden (one that is off the ground).&lt;br /&gt;2. Healthy cooking recipes with a slow cooker.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaning out my art area and organizing it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Thyroid issues and taking medications (does it help with weight loss?)&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheap -yet fun family vacations that are warm.&lt;br /&gt;6. Growing herbs&lt;br /&gt;7. Data on Reading Workshop (Use it- Love it- District doesn't- need data)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the start- have so much I want to do and work on. GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3120822908111409004?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3120822908111409004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3120822908111409004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3120822908111409004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3120822908111409004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-lists.html' title='I LOVE LISTS'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3533852319373660438</id><published>2011-11-06T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:23:05.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for change....</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I seriously thought about closing my blog. My life is one ball of crazy with a sprinkle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;redonkulous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; I still teach- it has moments of pure wonderful bliss that I truly love, and then days where the rules, mandates, data, testing, and poo-poo hits in you square in the nuggets.  I take it in stride, not to get overwhelmed with the topics that I can't change, and focus on my teaching and my students.&lt;br /&gt;I love my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade class. They are wonderfully wonderful. If you would have asked that for the past two years I honestly couldn't have said that and felt good about myself. It is pretty good to feel good about a classroom again. We are accomplishing some wonderful things that are larger than any mandated test, or data sheet, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIBEL&lt;/span&gt;.  They are thinking- imagine that. They are discussing, debating, creating, writing, responding, and everything that students need to do to grow into wonderful young adults who know that they are practicing for more than a test- they are practicing for life.&lt;br /&gt;Whew! Update complete! With that being said, I have taken been thinking about me. Haven't been very impressed with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' self lately. I have gotten away from all the things I love and all the things I want to do. I started a list and have decided that this old bag needs to get the molasses out! So, I have decided that this blog will be going under some change.&lt;br /&gt;I want to document this change, but keep in mind that I am and will always be a teacher- it is who I am! I will just post some other bits about my outside teaching world as well.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited- hopefully you will be too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3533852319373660438?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3533852319373660438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3533852319373660438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3533852319373660438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3533852319373660438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-for-change.html' title='time for change....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4361446753722506841</id><published>2011-10-24T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:07:53.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4361446753722506841?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4361446753722506841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4361446753722506841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4361446753722506841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4361446753722506841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2011/10/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye-'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6833437781310076602</id><published>2011-03-28T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:44:50.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pass it on</title><content type='html'>A month ago I had three boys who finished a book by Peg Kehret.  They truly loved reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stolen Children&lt;/span&gt; and could hardly wait to discuss the story and their thinking. I too enjoyed watching their thinking grow as each chapter passed.  (It is an amazing feeling to watch excitement in readers grow)&lt;br /&gt;After the boys evaluated the book we started to talk about the author. We passed around ideas of how she came up with her idea for the story, what inspires her to write, what she looks like, etc.&lt;br /&gt;One of the boys mentioned that it would be great to contact her. Well I told them....WHY NOT???&lt;br /&gt;So, off we went and emailed Peg Kehret. The boys took their time and wrote wonderful notes to their favorite author, Peg Kehret.&lt;br /&gt;A day or two passed and the boys asked if not once, a dozen times if I thought they would ever hear from Peg. One boy even said to the other, "Why would a famous author talk to us?"&lt;br /&gt;I began to worry- you always take a chance when contacting an author, I wanted to badly for them to hear from her too.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I came to school early in the morning and started my daily procedures. Email was up and immediatly my eyes were wide open and my heart started to jump!!! YIPPPEEE... their favorite author, PEG KEHRET,  responded. I could hardly wait to see the boys- actually I hunted them down in the morning and brought them to the room early. I had them open the message and we read it together. What a wonderful message she sent us.&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen three boys filled with pride and excitement. They shared their news with the class, the principal, and the other class across from us who also love Peg's writing.&lt;br /&gt;What a catalyst for something wonderful....  our class started to think about authors they love and admired- most importantly why. What did the author do to pull them into the book? How did they feel when they read these books? What were they learning about themselves as readers when they read?&lt;br /&gt;Well.... this has been the start of something wonderful. Kids are looking up authors, studying their work, asking questions, emailing them too! I am proud that what started as a small conversation ended up being a great learning moment.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Peg Kehret,  Tony Abbott, and P.W. Cantanese for giving my students such joy in reading. You have made many of my treasures so very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6833437781310076602?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6833437781310076602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6833437781310076602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6833437781310076602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6833437781310076602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/pass-it-on.html' title='pass it on'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2895172471435954880</id><published>2011-03-15T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:17:04.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH PENNY KITTLE HOW I HOPE TO BE YOU WHEN I GROW UP!</title><content type='html'>When I grow up I want to be Penny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kittle&lt;/span&gt;.  - serious-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I drove a little over an hour with one of my teacher friends to listen to Penny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kittle&lt;/span&gt;. Now, you must know that I am just coming back from the  dreaded teaching slump, so I was pumped to build on this with a little pep talk from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kittle&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh save matches and shoot fire my friends!!!!! SHE WAS WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her presentation reaffirmed what I am doing. Building those strong roots for our children in reading by giving them choice, teaching them strategies when meaning and understanding breaks down, guiding them in deeper thinking, and allowing them to talk through their thinking with other students as well as myself.  Much of her conversation was geared towards middle and high school, but as she was speaking, it all connected. If we want our middle and high school students to think, to have voices, to enjoy the beautiful world of a reading life, we need to start young. We need to start using the language across the board and then layer that each year, going deeper and deeper into their thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... Can you hear the birds chirp and the rainbow magically appear???  Thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered many notes- processed my thinking and went to work today with my students. It WAS A ZEN MOMENT in my small little 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade world. Not perfect, but we worked through it, we talked, they read, we discussed, they read, I conferred, they started working on their story boards, and we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day- thanks Penny.  When I grow up, I want to be you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2895172471435954880?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2895172471435954880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2895172471435954880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2895172471435954880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2895172471435954880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-penny-kittle-how-i-hope-to-be-you.html' title='OH PENNY KITTLE HOW I HOPE TO BE YOU WHEN I GROW UP!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2041480212839619281</id><published>2011-03-15T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:04:02.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regrouping</title><content type='html'>I could say that I was writing a book, or traveling the world, saving lives of thousands, but that would be a big old fat lie.  To tell you the truth I have been in this haze of teaching funk- yes, funk.&lt;br /&gt;It started last year and I felt myself going down this long and sad spiral of just not feeling good about being a teacher and not being the teacher that I thought I was becoming.  I was trying, going through the motions, thinking, wondering, and crying. LOTS and LOTS of crying. I was scared that I was losing everything I worked so very hard to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;I stepped back- left blogging- stopped writing-stopped reading- stopped exercising- and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at it now, I think I had a little breakdown! (Cripes- sounds like I went a little mental)&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell, I did. I was U-N-H-A-P-P-Y. &lt;br /&gt;During the summer, I asked myself what in the toothpicks was different from this school year? What did you do then that you aren't doing now? This is what I realized:&lt;br /&gt;1. I wasn't being true to myself and my treasures. I NEW what best practices looked like. I new how to guide my students through workshop and I wasn't doing it. I melted into the all mighty BASAL teaching (yes, wah-wah- wahhhhhhhhh).  I thought that this is what I HAD to do. This is what they were teaching and testing- so I was caught. I had to comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May rolled around- I WAS MISERABLE and HATED TEACHING... yes, hated it. Wondered if leaving was the best thing for my students and myself. Counted down the days until the last day of school and packed my bags. Left-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer I ran through my journals.  Cried- like a baby. Who was this person who was so madly, head over heals about teaching and her community? Who was this person who was creating units of study, conferring like a crazed woman, and guiding her treasures through some pretty rock hard year of learning.  I new right then what I needed to do. Regain who I was and the fundamentals that I built my teaching on..... and so the journey started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a plan to focus on WORKSHOP and gaining who I was again within that context. Finding my element- finding what works best for my kids- finding how to use the blasted basal within my the realm of what I new worked best for allowing my children to grow as readers:&lt;br /&gt;- CHOICE - INTEREST - DISCUSSION - CONFERRING - TALKING - LISTENING - RESPONDING and TIME TO READ, READ, READ!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say- I am almost there.  I feel that fire burning again. Those moments that make me smile and say, "HOT DAMN!" I am excited again. I missed me and glad I am back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2041480212839619281?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2041480212839619281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2041480212839619281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2041480212839619281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2041480212839619281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2011/03/regrouping.html' title='regrouping'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-406670852043308757</id><published>2010-08-21T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T18:32:21.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alllllllll aboard!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK- teaching fans, so it begins. My little room 105 is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; together with some sweet Mrs. B style (pictures to come).  You will all love the cheetah rug and the cheetah decor I have now.... pretty jungle like, but that is how I  wanna roll~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling of being very ready and content this year.... this time last year, I was doubting my move and thought that I must have had a small emotional break down. Nope- just needed to find my groove. Got it back, and feeling pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I read some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SWEEEEET&lt;/span&gt; books.... for those of you who know me, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; not the romance book reader.  I usually start laughing at the "romantic" parts....&lt;br /&gt;I am tend to be the dark reader... I LOVE anything that deals with the MAFIA ( I think that I may have been a mobster in my past life) or anything dark-&lt;br /&gt;I would say out of my 12 books I read this summer, I enjoyed all of them. Some of them were historical, but in a very dark period in our history. The others were true accounts of people who were murdered or were murderers..... so very interesting to think that their are some strange/sick folks out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up Lucy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Calkins&lt;/span&gt;, The Units of Study for Teaching Reading. WOW--- got some great stuff and can't wait to use it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is ready to go.... mind and well..... not so much my body- but we will discuss that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher friends, have a great year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-406670852043308757?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/406670852043308757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=406670852043308757' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/406670852043308757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/406670852043308757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2010/08/alllllllll-aboard.html' title='alllllllll aboard!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-8519155523532950394</id><published>2010-07-05T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:07:31.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umph....</title><content type='html'>I walked into our bookstore today (no name of one said mega store that starts with a B and ends with an S) excited to spend my gift certificate and purchase some class books for my new treasures this coming year.  I get this natural high when I walk into a bookstore.... ready to jump into some exciting new reads- ready to share what I have found- sharing great things with others type of high... you get the picture right?&lt;br /&gt; I pick up my pace headed for the CHILDREN'S SECTION and make my way around the books first (I always make take a quick look of what they have out).  Slowly, I go around, and then around, and then once more. My first thought was maybe they have moved the picture book area??? Maybe they are "reworking" the books, maybe there is another section that I am not aware of yet?? I ask a young lady where the rest of the picture books are (you see, there were two small shelves with a crap load of space between the books).  She simply told me with a matter of fact statement...."This is it." &lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS IT?" What the......????? I looked at the books in front of me and about lost it.... what??&lt;br /&gt;Shelves were filled with projects, games, and more toys and crap than the eye could see. If I wanted to purchase these materials I would go to the TOY STORE~~~ I want books- not just books, but great books that my 4th and 5th graders can think about,  can challenge their thoughts and discuss, and can find a great mentor!!!!  It was a low part in my day.... damn store-&lt;br /&gt;if I wanted a toy, I would have gone to TOYS R' US!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-8519155523532950394?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8519155523532950394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=8519155523532950394' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8519155523532950394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8519155523532950394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2010/07/umph.html' title='umph....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2890979409777394900</id><published>2010-06-10T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:56:17.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is here and so it all begins....</title><content type='html'>I love summer break- I know, I know.... you non-teachers out there are rolling your eyes and snarling your lip at the mere thought of WHO IN THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HARKINDARKIN&lt;/span&gt; really should get a summer break- well- teachers that is who! (and by the way- that is just how the cookie crumbles...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love summer break:&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to be a MOMMY. I get to just love on my two children that kind of get thrown on this crazy teacher train ride that their parents take every year (yes, my husband is also a teacher). They live a teacher's kid life and sometimes that sucks for them. They have to share us with forty-something other children! During the summer..... I am stuck to them like glue.&lt;br /&gt;2. I recharge myself. Teaching is a draining business- it's not like I just clean my desk and leave work for the evening. Nine times out of ten, my work follows me home and it doesn't stop until I fall fast asleep. I love putting those thoughts to the back burner for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;3. SLEEPING IN.... I need to say no more.&lt;br /&gt;4. Vacations- Yes, teachers take the vacations that usually cost the most because well, that is when we really have TIME to take a vacation. Our family doesn't go on crazy trips, but we take one nice trip to a resort not far from us. It is quiet, sweet, and we know NO ONE... perfect.&lt;br /&gt;5. Reading... LOVE TO DO IT and at our house- books are flying like the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July!&lt;br /&gt;6. Focus on me- yep, the down fall of many teachers is that well, we let ourselves go to shit during the year. Sorry, but yep, we are the type of people that care more about our families, our classroom, our students,  and others around us than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;welllllll&lt;/span&gt;.... us.  Let me give you an example... haven't cut my hair in TWO YEARS. Yes, you heard me. TWO- call lazy, call it stupid, call it that I have no time. Summer will allow for this process as I have time to relax and take it in.&lt;br /&gt;7. SUN and the POOL- If you know me- I am a sun and pool freak. Work for the pool and have one in my backyard. As it goes for the sun, it just follows me around for the summer.... it's free, so I take advantage of all it has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;8. I get to see my husband pretty relaxed- My husband teaches and puts every ounce into his life's work. During the summer, he focuses on his RC racing, his home, and his family. I love him for this and love to see him doing something that gives back to him.&lt;br /&gt;9. Did I mention a pool... lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jebus&lt;/span&gt;... I love the pool.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I get to plan some really rock hard cool stuff to do during the next school year. This is where the magic begins my friends! I sit at my favorite spot (you guessed it right, the pool) and think of all the sweet junk that will flow from my community during the course of the year......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I will ..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... I know!I know! I KNOW...... GO TO THE POOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2890979409777394900?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2890979409777394900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2890979409777394900' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2890979409777394900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2890979409777394900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-is-here-and-so-it-all-begins.html' title='summer is here and so it all begins....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3400926509450842424</id><published>2010-05-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:07:48.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will remember you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Faith Haley Barney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life when I needed you the most.&lt;br /&gt;You listened to me.&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You never judged, you just wanted to be near me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you girl, but rest those tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3400926509450842424?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3400926509450842424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3400926509450842424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3400926509450842424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3400926509450842424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-remember-you.html' title='I will remember you...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-8597245894899812156</id><published>2010-05-16T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:32:14.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the end.....</title><content type='html'>Wow--- we are walking into the last three weeks of our school year. It has been an interesting year full of learning, reflection, realizations, understanding, and change. I've learned a lot about myself personally and professionally- I still need to grow, need to do some changing, need to be content with the things I can not change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take this summer to recharge myself, to relax, to be a mom, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, and a wife.  Of course I will mix in a pinch of PD, and gallons and gallons of good down to earth reading FOR ME.  That is what I look forward to, is just to enjoy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the up-coming year.... not sure. Not sure what I am doing, where I will be, or what path the summer will lead me to.  We will see.... we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-8597245894899812156?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8597245894899812156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=8597245894899812156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8597245894899812156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8597245894899812156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-end.html' title='this is the end.....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-307142945184013354</id><published>2010-05-09T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:21:36.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sadie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/S-dO9stjNyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/pT8gVz3jYAo/s1600/s1080923503_346598_7407541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/S-dO9stjNyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/pT8gVz3jYAo/s400/s1080923503_346598_7407541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469427094345955106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet Sadie girl. She came to us almost 12 years ago from dear friends of ours. She was a ball of fire wrapped up in layers of fur, however, she had this sweet innocence that could melt your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first moment she pranced into our home, it was as if she should have been with us from the start.  She loved her sister Faith, she loved being held, and she loved loving us. That was her job- making sure that we were loved, and boy- did she do a great job. No matter what was going on- she was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Sadie girl passed one week ago. I miss her like crazy. I miss her ball of fur, I miss the  thump-thump-thumping of her tail, and I miss her ears greeting us at the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Sadie girl- I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-307142945184013354?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/307142945184013354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=307142945184013354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/307142945184013354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/307142945184013354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-sadie.html' title='sweet sadie'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/S-dO9stjNyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/pT8gVz3jYAo/s72-c/s1080923503_346598_7407541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2043068507335913708</id><published>2010-04-18T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:20:28.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he cried....</title><content type='html'>We all have had one.... that treasure that leaves us drained, confused,aggravated, annoyed, laughing, and all the other emotions you could possibly have. My guy is no different- Mr. Freckles from day one had pushed the envelope to the limit. His home life stinks, he is a pretty bright kid, and he king of let me see what can totally piss off his teacher moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freckles and I have battled it out numerous times. I really worked with him the first quarter trying to connect with him, understand him, open the gates of harmony and love.... blah-blah-blah.&lt;br /&gt;Finally about the second quarter, I thought that this was it. He was going to have the come-to-jesus meeting with his teacher.  After a lovely moment of him thinking that sitting in the coat hall making farting noises all balled up in fetal position was standard 4th grade behavior, I thought that yes, this was it- our little "chat".  I told Freckles that I am going to be honest with him, because it was time.  We talked very honestly about his behavior, that I don't do crazy in my room, why he thought doing this was acceptable (his comment, "because last year he could do it."), why he can't do what he wants, and finally that life has handed him a pretty crappy deal, but now is the time for him to make some changes- period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation has been the beginning to a VERY, VERY slow start. He still is a PIA (pain in the ass), and does test every button I have- however, I don't let down- oh no my friends, he gives it and I just put it right back on his little ol' plate. It is a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- this week, my little community had some issues on the playground. We have WORKED SO VERY HARD doing some SERIOUS growing up and handling our business, however,  the word was that some of my treasures made VERY BAD CHOICES (imagine that).   So, in my teacher-mom-mama -auntie voice I let my treasures have it. Lots of "what may I ask were you all thinking, what have we been working so hard for,  what does this tell anyone of your character", and all the stuff that made them own up to it. I saw my Mr. Freckles at this point very uncomfortable. He is usually laughing or has a rude comment to insert at this point, but NADA- NOTHING but pure uneasiness.  I went on, wrapped our little get it together session up, and had the kids go to the restroom.  Mr. Freckles slowly came up to me and asked if he could talk to me out in the hall. NOTE: 1. He never wants ANYTHING to be private. Likes to have all the attention.  2. He usually just blurts what he is thinking out.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take the plunge and see what this was about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out, shut the door, and I about pooped my pants. Tears- tears were flowing from his eyes like he had stuck onions up his nose. I just stood there in shock- asking what is wrong, what is going on, what happened?  After getting himself together he told me that he was the one who participated in the very poor choices at recess.  Still crying, I asked why was he crying. He said, " Because I feel bad for what I did." (insert heart failure and an oh shat moment on my part)&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was grab him and hold him tight.  I then looked at him and said,  "I am proud of you." Freckles with tears still streaming replied, "Why?"  I took the jump and said, "Because, you care- you feel something- you are changing."  After a couple of just get it all out, I told him that even how proud I am of this awesome step, he still has some things to take care of.  HE decided that he needed to apologize to his community and one student privately for what he did.&lt;br /&gt;He asked to see community friend in the hall and AGAIN- started to cry and apologized. The community member thanked him and our day then went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what to think or  where to go with this. I know that it's not the end of Mr. Freckles and his ability to make me want to drink, but he CRIED. For one moment he felt something for someone.  Wow- he cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2043068507335913708?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2043068507335913708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2043068507335913708' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2043068507335913708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2043068507335913708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-cried.html' title='he cried....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7791203057624301848</id><published>2010-04-02T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:42:56.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been away from this blogging life for some time. I needed time away- time to spend with my family, time to just enjoy reading other blogs, time to read books just for me and some for work (I can't seem to get away from that).  Just time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just started Spring Break this week. I can't believe that the year is almost at its final stages! I have started my almost end of the year what have I done reflections. This isn't my finished thoughts- just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have come to love my new set of teaching family members.  It was hard opening up to new people- but the teachers that I have connected myself with are truly amazing. They make me laugh, they make me know that what I am doing is making a difference. They make me happy. It is a good feeling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will always call my first teaching school home. This is the place that allowed me to grow my wings and fly. This was the place that allowed me to try different approaches, ideas, projects and learn from them. I will always love my first home-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like the year is over and I am just getting started. I found myself sitting my community talk and discuss our new read aloud thinking...."Dang, they are just getting it! They have finally figured this out and it is almost over!!!" This lead me to wonder how I can make this process come sooner? Can I do that, or does it just take slow to grow?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I see a really need to create a reading curriculum for next year. Yes, we have our basal, however, I have realized that I am making a joint approach  of workshop and basal work for my students. This will be my summer goal- to create a year long unit of study for reading that will merge with our districts basal.  It needs to be done- so I am on it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY COMMUNITY LOVES to read. They love IR &amp;amp; they love sharing what they are reading. I have come to find that our daily sharing has become just as important as our time to read. With that being said, my students also love our book chats. This is time for me to introduce new books to the class. They in return are bringing new books to class to share as well- they are getting it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These are just a few of my thoughts----I will share more as they come to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spring my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7791203057624301848?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7791203057624301848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7791203057624301848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7791203057624301848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7791203057624301848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-8348398235023118236</id><published>2009-12-31T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:52:23.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another great book.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/Sz0bd3P4IvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/JTGDO2Q21tA/s1600-h/38475103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/Sz0bd3P4IvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/JTGDO2Q21tA/s320/38475103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421519726284645106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this book at our local book store. I was drawn to it by the illustrations which are JUST BEAUTIFUL! Lois Lowry did a fantastic job with her first picture book. It is such a heart felt account of her childhood. The photograph at the end packages this story beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many wonderful teaching points and a great read aloud!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUY IT...... YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-8348398235023118236?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8348398235023118236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=8348398235023118236' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8348398235023118236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8348398235023118236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-great-book.html' title='another great book.....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/Sz0bd3P4IvI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/JTGDO2Q21tA/s72-c/38475103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3649135398743401040</id><published>2009-12-31T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:37:01.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my one little word...</title><content type='html'>I have been mulling over what I want to achieve and hope for in 2010. It seems like I have so much I want to do and so little time.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umph&lt;/span&gt;. In saying that,  balancing my numerous  "life" hats have become difficult this past year.   I don't mind crazy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt;, and go with the flow life mind you, I just need that balance of professional-personal-me-life.  How I will create this balance is yet to be determined..... that will take some thinking on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        My one little word for 2010 will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BALANCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3649135398743401040?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3649135398743401040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3649135398743401040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3649135398743401040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3649135398743401040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-one-little-word.html' title='my one little word...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7509249996989049879</id><published>2009-12-28T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:19:55.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding balance</title><content type='html'>During my winter vacation (which I must admit that I am loving every moment of) I have had some time to reflect on what I have been doing in my classroom that is so different from the past two years.  Different in the sense of I don't feel connected to my students in their reading as much as I have in the past. Let me explain myself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the past five years I have had the amazing opportunity to read, observe, watch, practice, model, and share the workshop process in my classroom community. It has been one of the most amazing experiences that I have had. I was challenged by my students, collected important data about who they were as students and readers, conferred with them, set goals, and just let them fall into reading and their own thinking.&lt;br /&gt; This year, our district has set a ridged curriculum filled with set stories, weekly tests, and unit tests that are graded and then to provide us with some information that will help the students as they say....  this has left me in a hard balancing act.  A balancing act of a set basal curriculum or workshop- Do I leave behind what I have worked so hard to polish and practice? Do I leave behind research based best practices for what our school has deemed as a good way to teach?&lt;br /&gt;How do I mix my workshop with a weekly story and set test questions? &lt;br /&gt;It is a hard road to be on, I know what I see works, I know what needs to be done, I know what allows the students to grow and learn to think deeper about who they are as readers and what they are reading. Life long learning- not week to week reading.&lt;br /&gt;What to do- what to do- how do I create this balance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7509249996989049879?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7509249996989049879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7509249996989049879' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7509249996989049879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7509249996989049879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/finding-balance.html' title='finding balance'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2065997721380837790</id><published>2009-12-23T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:28:35.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SPOOKALICIOUS BOOK!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my awesome teacher husband who introduced me to this book that is my new FAVORITE READ!!!! I am a sucker for scare the pants off of ya' kind of book. THIS IS IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lexile&lt;/span&gt; for those of you who ask is around a 670 and I would even say that this would be one for a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader. I am not sure if my 3rd grader who could read this would be ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; go and get this book TODAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ALL THE LOVELY BAD ONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Mary Downing Hahn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is up there with my favorites I have to say! An edge of your seat, leave the light on, and make sure that someone is near you!  Happy Reading!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2065997721380837790?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2065997721380837790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2065997721380837790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2065997721380837790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2065997721380837790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/spookalicious-book.html' title='A SPOOKALICIOUS BOOK!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-261628261016714584</id><published>2009-12-23T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:51:33.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth the fight</title><content type='html'>I was handed a book from my awesome teacher friend, Sarah, prior to break. I took one look at the title and knew that I had to read it while on vacation.. I know, I know- NO TEACHER THINKING OVER BREAK! But, hey- it's in my blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Conferring, The Keystone of Reader's Workshop&lt;/span&gt; by Patrick Allen is a fantastic read for several reasons. Personally, I needed to hear his words during this confusing time in my teaching life.  I am again at that fork in the road. Do I go on with what I truly believe in my teaching heart what is right for my treasures, or do I give it all to what is the easiest and what the district curriculum says to do? How do I balance these two thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionally, I truly thank Mr. Allen for asking questions that I need to examine continuously in my practice of teaching.  He asks what are my guiding principles and what am I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;willing to fight&lt;/span&gt; for?&lt;br /&gt;I have started my small list just as Allen did when asked the same question.  I want to examine this list closely and evaluate how my principles fit into our districts and even our schools core values.  What is it that I am willing to fight for and what will I let go? Hard questions- hard answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue on in my reading, I will look forward to Chapter 5 - Cultivating Rigor, Nurturing Inquiry, and Developing Intimacy.  Last year I focused on my conferring time during writing, this year it is conferring during reading.  For all who teach in my district, you will understand the reason for diving into Chapter Five.... CULTIVATING RIGOR!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I LOVE that in each segment of reading he has a "PONDERING"  moment for teachers to reflect on.  I know that this lifts our own thinking, which is something I continually am looking for in my teaching world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to post my thoughts about this question that I am thinking will lead to some bigger thinking for myself.... until then, what are your guiding principals, and what are you willing to fight for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-261628261016714584?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/261628261016714584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=261628261016714584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/261628261016714584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/261628261016714584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/worth-fight.html' title='worth the fight'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-1376256490056957228</id><published>2009-12-11T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:14:56.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-E-L-E-B-R-A-T-E</title><content type='html'>Today the students gathered at their desk with juice and cookies waiting to share their published persuasive editorials.  From drugs to recycling,  students shared their hard work. I was so very proud of what they had to say! They worked very hard examining their writing and revising it to be just right for their audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed is that they did an EXCELLENT job reflecting on their pieces. Many of them realized what they needed to work on as a writer during the year. Slowly, they are growing. Slowly, they are becoming the writers I know they can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.... our next unit of study is POETRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-1376256490056957228?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1376256490056957228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=1376256490056957228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1376256490056957228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1376256490056957228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/c-e-l-e-b-r-t-e.html' title='C-E-L-E-B-R-A-T-E'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6582003300385204077</id><published>2009-12-11T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:04:47.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was all me...</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows I made the decision to take the big jump and move to another school as well as move from 5th to 4th grade.  I had made the decision long ago that I needed a change in my teaching life and wanted a different challenge- moving was the change I thought I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the months have flown past me and my world one big spoon of crazy around me, I have come to a major realization in my professional life... leaving schools wasn't everything I needed. Don't get me wrong, I love being around my new teaching friends. They are wooooooonderful and have made every moment of being the "new" teacher a fun and pleasant experience. I am blessed that I am around many of the top teachers in the district!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, leaving one building for another,  and thinking that magic will appear in my life didn't go the way I thought it would. The change wasn't the physicality of a new room, new leader, new students, or new anything- the change that was,  and still  is needed, is right inside of me.  It's that inner most change of thinking, growing, and evolving into something (I am still not sure what that something is)  that is bigger and better than what I am right now. It's that change that will help me help others be that best that they can be.  Have you ever felt as if you were meant to do something more... something big in this precious life of ours? That is the feeling I have in the core of my being- something is out there waiting for me in this teaching world, I just haven't found it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I will continue to take in all the newness. Laughing with my teacher friends, challenging my new group of students, and searching for that something- whatever it may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6582003300385204077?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6582003300385204077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6582003300385204077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6582003300385204077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6582003300385204077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-all-me.html' title='it was all me...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3380198963702282557</id><published>2009-12-01T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:35:00.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis' the season...</title><content type='html'>The season has come upon us so very quickly! Wow... it doesn't feel like the holiday season is here. A friend posted about making her Christmas list and what she wanted for the holiday. Our family usually makes a list as well and gives it to our families to share. It is such an exciting time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every year I can guarantee that I will ask for the exact same  four basic things! Why? It's not that I don't go around and think about how awesome this or that new item may be. Believe me, I loves me some presents! What I am realizing as each year passes is that everything I have is right in front of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very fortunate to have a family that loves me for all the strange habits I have.&lt;br /&gt;I have met and married someone who understands me and puts up with.... well.... me!&lt;br /&gt;I gave birth to two of the most BEAUTIFUL creatures of this earth. They make me a better me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a home that is a work in progress and feel safe in.&lt;br /&gt;Two pups who have been with me for every important milestone in my adult life.&lt;br /&gt;I am healthy and still can do many of the things I did in high school.&lt;br /&gt;Friends who make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher friends who work so very hard and have made me proud to teach next to them!&lt;br /&gt;A calling that is one of the most important careers around..... teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things that I could ask for or get, but I think that I will stick with my same four things. I have the greatest gifts right in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3380198963702282557?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3380198963702282557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3380198963702282557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3380198963702282557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3380198963702282557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='tis&apos; the season...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7532367711191717710</id><published>2009-11-14T14:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:23:49.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is on my mind...</title><content type='html'>I have had so much on my mind that I had to start a list. I find that what I tell my students to do often helps me as well. It is something I like to show my treasures so they know that I am right there with them in the thick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of what is on my mind. Maybe you have some thoughts, ideas, words of encouragement....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After four months of teaching 4th grade after coming from  a year in fifth, I realize that I am a fifth grade teacher. Fourth grade is great, but there is a big difference between these two grades.  I can even see myself in 6th grade....... maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have come to find that looping is one of the greatest wonders of the education  world EVER! I look at my treasures right now and can see that if I could have them one more year, it would be like butter. I am just getting to really understand who my students are and having only one year with them puts so much to do in such a little time.  I talk with my students from last year who I had the most wonderful two years with and hear the success they are having in the sixth grade and how confident they are in what they are doing. I feel that maybe having them for two years to build that confidence and understanding helped.  (sigh)  Maybe one day I could have that opportunity again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Several weeks ago I had the opportunity to speak with a group of teachers from another school. I presented how important conferring was during your reading block and how I do it within our 90 minute block. I was SO charged after the presentation and I felt so good to hear how inspired the other teachers were afterwards. Some of them want to see it in practice and can't wait to get their hands on material to help them with this process. HOW EXCITING... this feeling leads me to wonder if my next calling is to become a coach myself? Our district discusses how we must challenge and push our students to increase scores and improve. The only way that we change our students is to change our instruction.  I know that I can do this in a way that will inspire and challenge teachers to make them want to grow, not just do it because they have to. Not sure where to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- With all of our districts mandates, the past several months of school have been challenging to say the least. I am wondering if anyone else has this feeling??? How are you and your staff dealing with this? What are you doing to keep energized and a smile on your face at the end of the day???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on my mind...... 'lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7532367711191717710?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7532367711191717710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7532367711191717710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7532367711191717710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7532367711191717710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-on-my-mind.html' title='what is on my mind...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2057249855118331555</id><published>2009-11-14T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:03:05.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly....</title><content type='html'>Slowly my new teaching home is becoming my own. I never thought it would be this big of a change for me to adapt to, but it has. Not that it was a bad change, just different and new.&lt;br /&gt;Our little community is slowly coming together. After teaching 5th grade, I never realized the major differences that a year can make. LET ME TELL YOU.... it does! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finished our first unit of study, NARRATIVES. I was so very pleased to see some of their writing and see how the students take to the workshop process.  I have made numerous goals for these treasures and we are working day by day to make these goals happen.&lt;br /&gt;We have started our next unit.... PERSUASIVE!! I looooovvve this unit. We dive into so many other strategies, discussions, and ideas that students walk away with a trillion reflections about who they are becoming. Most of the kids have started writing editorials, so I am guiding more of my mini lessons towards their specific questions and needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mini lessons have been developing quite nicely. They understand their job and are getting used to understanding the power of their notebook. What I enjoyed this week was listening to them talk about our Tuesday mini all week. The students made three lists in their W.N.B. The first list was things they felt passionate about. The second list was things that really bothered or annoyed them, and the third was issues of the world.  As small as their little worlds are, and as immature as these little ones are- they all had a great discussion. I thought it was interesting that as they shared their lists one world issue that came up was TEXTING! Can you believe that? How times have changed from just a year or two!?!?!?!   Good stuff I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;This week we will start crafting our stances on their topic of choice. I am excited to see where this takes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also gotten to know my new staff family.  I LOVE THEM TO PIECES!!!!  They are top quality teachers and they keep me on my toes and make me want to work harder for my students. I love that they care and work so very hard to make our students better individuals. It is nice to see and energizes me. Coming to my new home with my close friend Sarah has been a saving grace as well. She keeps me laughing and understands my quirks- it's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see.... slowly but surely, things are working in my new teaching world. It does take slow to change and to adapt, but it is all good here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2057249855118331555?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2057249855118331555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2057249855118331555' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2057249855118331555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2057249855118331555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/11/slowly.html' title='slowly....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5551286523003578700</id><published>2009-10-13T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:46:25.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than 100 days...</title><content type='html'>They said I have less than 100 days. Less than 100 days to get my new treasures ready for our big ISTEP test. I thought about this comment and it touches the core of my teaching heart. I felt like they were talking about some sort of sale. You know, " Less than 100 shopping days til' Christmas!" or  "Only 100 days and then the sale is over- get it while it is good." I don't see my new treasures as if they are an item or product that I have to produce, package, and then sell. Let me tell you what I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to continue to create a community that is understanding of each other even when it is easier just to yell, pout, and hit.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to come in my small community and give them everything I have as if my life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to gain the trust of 24 children so they will open up and show me the beauty and talent they have bottled up in their hearts and minds.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to push, pull, challenge, and expect nothing but the best from them, even when they don't think that they have "the best" inside of them.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to create a writing fire inside of their minds so that every day they enter our home-they are ready to write, share, create, and then continue to do it all over again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to meet with my readers each and everyday to guide them into deeper thinking and understanding that reading is more than finishing a book.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to help them understand that growing up is hard, but they can get past it with hard work and determination.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to assess, organize, shift, pull, flex, bend, demand, expect, analyze, and create, , and  EVERY MOMENT OF OUR DAY so they are better people when it is all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days to look at my data and determine what is best for my students and their needs amongst the "stuff" I have been given.&lt;br /&gt;I have 100 days and then more- Because with or without the test, this is who I am- this is what I do. Even after the 100 days are long gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5551286523003578700?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5551286523003578700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5551286523003578700' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5551286523003578700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5551286523003578700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/10/less-than-100-days.html' title='Less than 100 days...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-8309403085310606283</id><published>2009-09-12T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:58:36.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all of you who have third grade and above, listen to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO OUT AND BUY  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;39 CLUES!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a series of 5 books that will make your class crazy for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each book is written by a different young adult author, but come together like butta'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now go.... buy them... get- go I said!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-8309403085310606283?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8309403085310606283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=8309403085310606283' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8309403085310606283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8309403085310606283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-books-books-books-books-books.html' title='BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-1624841596384238940</id><published>2009-09-12T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:55:17.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh start</title><content type='html'>I have now been in my new teaching home for a month. Everything has a place, anchor charts have been flying up, and students are forming our community and home for the year.  I must admit the week before school started I was doubting this crazy move, thinking that I must have made a huge mistake leaving all that I know.  I kept telling myself to think positive-there was a reason for change and you will soon realize the bigger picture to starting fresh.&lt;br /&gt;I began to write some things that I noticed about my new home... the environment, the staff, the kids, what I heard, what I saw.  After living a month in my new home and looking back at my notebook this is what I realize about starting fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love coming into work everyday. I always have enjoyed teaching, but I like seeing the people I work with and talking with people who are happy to be doing the same thing I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;- I have 21 new and fresh faces.  It takes slow to grow and that is what we are doing. We are spending time together learning about our community and what we expect out of each and everyone of us.  I am seeing my new treasures starting to polish up nicely. I see their potential and can't wait to pull it right out of them this year.&lt;br /&gt;- It is a good energy there... the staff has created one amazing learning environment and I feel that I am recharged by them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;- I needed this change. I needed something different and new to make sure that I stay different and new. I am learning that it is o.k. to be selfish in the name of growth and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;- Kids are kids no matter where you go. They need love, encouragement, expectations, an ear to listen, a hug, a smile, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big picture is starting to unfold. This is what is meant to be- to go out and discover who I still am and what I am still to become. Starting fresh is good-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-1624841596384238940?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1624841596384238940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=1624841596384238940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1624841596384238940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1624841596384238940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/09/fresh-start.html' title='fresh start'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5685417929810135206</id><published>2009-08-08T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:29:06.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the saddle again...</title><content type='html'>I have been writing this summer in  my writer's notebook. I felt that I wasn't giving it much care over the summer, so I took a break from my blog to really stay close to my W.N.B friend.&lt;br /&gt;I was rereading what my summer thoughts were. WOW! I had one busy summer that was filled with SO MUCH LIFE STUFF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I made a BIG decision to leave the school I have known for 12 years to go to another elementary. It was a hard decision, but needed to be done. I needed a change for myself and knew that if I didn't do it now, it would never be done.&lt;br /&gt;So, in June, I interviewed for a school that has an amazing principal and wonderful staff and got the job. I will be going back to 4th grade and can't wait to meet my new group of treasures.&lt;br /&gt;It will be different, I am leaving my comfort zone, my safe place, and where I know what to expect from everyone around me. I am ready for this challenge- I have come to realize if we as educators are to challenge our treasures, then we should rise up to that occasion as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Changing schools also means moving 12 years of your teaching life.... WOW! This may be the last move I ever make! I have never unpacked the amount of boxes that I have had to do in MY LIFE! Seriously- it was overwhelming, difficult, emotional, and just hard. It makes me think about my treasures who move time after time. They deal with those emotions on a daily basis. Need to make sure I put that in my mental notes of ,"Yep, this is how that feels."&lt;br /&gt;(BTW- my room is rocking... white boards! I have to keep telling myself this because I am moving to a school with NO AIR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have read everything I can get my hands on by my reading hero, Frank. I have made some pretty wicked reading mini lessons and can't wait to try them out on my brand new treasures. I have realized that I am stepping into a class that all will be fresh, new, and exciting for them. How awesome is that for my community?!?! How totally rock'n' is that for me!?!? SWEEEEET-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My family took a trip to Maumee Bay Resort in Oregon, Ohio. I know, no where that exciting to some, however, we heart this little secret in Ohio and love every minute there. We are different people there... calm, cool, and loving being a family there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I read TONS of stuff that I bought from our annual summer institute. Aimme Buckner, you rock. I love your Reading Notebook.  I took some really great ideas from Max Brand, and of course, Frank- can't to try out some of your thoughts and my ideas during our reading workshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was a mom this summer- we built a pool, hung out at the city pool, went to the beach, and well we were swimming fools. I heart summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is just some of  me reliving my summer. I can't wait to meet my new treasures, start working with a new group of educators, challenge a rock'n'  cool principal, and just live a teacher's life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5685417929810135206?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5685417929810135206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5685417929810135206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5685417929810135206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5685417929810135206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='back in the saddle again...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7997916439696810110</id><published>2009-06-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:49:36.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>You all know that I have numerous writing and reading rock stars in my life.... Penny Kittle,  The Great Patricia, Stephanie Harvey, Ralph Fletcher.... hell, the list goes on and on. I love to read their books and gain as much knowledge as possible. It excites me to soak up this information and then give it a go in my own community. I love it when I see the words on a page trickle down to my treasures and see them glow with excitement.... that is teaching, learning, and practice rolled into one. IT IS THE GREATEST GIFT anyone can give me as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week, I was again blown away by Frank Serrafini. HE IS A READING ROCK STAR I TELL YOU! I was sitting at the conference room listening to him speak and seriously I wanted to stand up and shout, "AMEN! CAN I GET A WITNESS?"  Frank was speaking to a group of teachers about assessment, discussions, and other wonderful topics in reading. Not only does he give research to back up his thoughts, but what he says is simply what good teaching is.... no bells or whistles, no gimmicks, no glitter and feathers- just good researched teaching.&lt;br /&gt;I am always impressed with Frank and his presentations. Kudos to you Frank- not only do I walk away with so many thoughts and things to think about when I am finished listening you to, but I get a laugh too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7997916439696810110?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7997916439696810110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7997916439696810110' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7997916439696810110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7997916439696810110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7428276221315430762</id><published>2009-06-24T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:36:21.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions...</title><content type='html'>I have been doing some serious thinking the past week.  Decisions that may change my future drastically and I am scared- nervous- excited-and did I say scared? I am not sure what will happen or where this road will take me, but I feel that something has to change in this teaching life of mine. Something that will allow me to grow and to be challenged by the people around me.  I want to better myself for the sake of my students, and for my own selfish needs.&lt;br /&gt;Is that wrong of me? Wrong that I want something more for myself as well? I am playing this mental and emotional tennis with my own needs and the needs of my school and class. Which comes first? Which needs are the most important? Which one will have the most profound influence on my teaching?&lt;br /&gt;I wish decisions could be easier... easier to handle....easier to adjust to....easier to sort out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7428276221315430762?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7428276221315430762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7428276221315430762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7428276221315430762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7428276221315430762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/decisions.html' title='decisions...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7359323284078073732</id><published>2009-06-01T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:04:37.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Treasures,&lt;br /&gt;      How can I put into words what I am feeling today? You have been mine for two years- two years of laughing, talking, crying, discussing, arguing, and growing. WE have become a family because each and everyone of you believed in our promises to each other. WE made a choice to live in our small community and make it work, even when making it work was so very hard. WE became a family because YOU believed in what WE were creating.... WE were creating a family. A family is a hard thing to break up and it is tugging at the core of my soul.  I am sad and my heart hurts.&lt;br /&gt;    Just like a parent I am so very proud of each and everyone of you! I am proud to call you my family, my children, my treasures. But  just like a parent, it is hard to let the strings unravel and watch you drift off to your next journey. I know I must let you go, but it is hard to watch you go. Please remember these final words before you go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have impacted me more than you will ever know. YOU have made me a better teacher by challenging me, questioning me, talking with me, and letting me know your thoughts each and everyday! You let me into your hearts and I thank you for trusting me.&lt;br /&gt;- You are writers and readers. During these two years you have all become such powerful writers with such an amazing voice. Continue on this journey, make your voice be known to all who will listen.&lt;br /&gt;- No matter what you do in life, NO ONE can ever take the love of learning from you. I have told you this everyday. I will continue to tell you this.... learn, capture, create.&lt;br /&gt;- I love you. I love each and everyone of you! I love what you have become and who are going to be. I tell people that I have twenty-four children plus two of my own. I do- I have twenty-four of the most dynamic, beautiful, ornery, wonderful children  of this world.  You will always have a place in my heart and my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing 106-&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for allowing me to travel on this journey with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mrs. B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7359323284078073732?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7359323284078073732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7359323284078073732' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7359323284078073732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7359323284078073732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-treasures-how-can-i-put-into-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2075616701815631592</id><published>2009-05-17T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:18:15.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end is near</title><content type='html'>I have ten days-only ten days with the treasures that I have had for two years. Like a family we have shared our ups, downs, smiles, tears, frustrations, fears, and celebrations together.  How do you just end two years with 24 children who have become my own? It will be bitter sweet. I am so excited to see them go on and show others what awesome people they are becoming, but just like my own, I want to shelter them from all the realities in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how these next ten days will pan out- lots' of smiles, jokes, reflecting, hugs, and yes- tears. Tears of joy, excitement, and loss. I am losing my children-losing a piece of me. Will I love another class the same way that I've loved these treasures?  They are amazing... truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The end is near. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2075616701815631592?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2075616701815631592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2075616701815631592' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2075616701815631592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2075616701815631592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-is-near.html' title='the end is near'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-9035448523920645408</id><published>2009-04-06T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:06:45.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE NEW YORK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SdrDMQYsDkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/vU8tPsHMyFE/s1600-h/new+york+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SdrDMQYsDkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/vU8tPsHMyFE/s320/new+york+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321780525016026690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SdrDLkhkL6I/AAAAAAAAA-o/7XHEBuiS2Kw/s1600-h/new+york+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SdrDLkhkL6I/AAAAAAAAA-o/7XHEBuiS2Kw/s320/new+york+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321780513242099618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-9035448523920645408?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9035448523920645408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=9035448523920645408' title='112 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/9035448523920645408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/9035448523920645408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-new-york.html' title='I LOVE NEW YORK!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SdrDMQYsDkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/vU8tPsHMyFE/s72-c/new+york+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>112</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3884644221041919087</id><published>2009-04-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:58:28.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where have you been?</title><content type='html'>O.K. - so life had taken me by the pants and given me a good beating! Whoa, I have been busy with... well... LIFE! In the short and skinny of it all this is what I have been doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to New York City for a wonderful conference in March! I heart this city! Everything about it- the smells, the noise, the language, the culture, the life it brings at all hours of the night! I always had a plan that I would live there and teach. Well life took over, love wrapped it's arms around me, and I am here in my hometown. I am not sad, mad, or regret staying around the people that I love and the place I have lived all my life. However, NYC will always be right there at the tip of this lil' old country girls heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My treasures and I have been busy!!! We have had teachers come and go to watch our community rock out their wonderful words and thoughts. As I have opened my door for others to learn and challenge their own thinking, I find that it has raised my students thinking as well. They feel this sense of responsibility to be the best they can be and show these adults what our treasures in the Fort are capable of!  They are the best....  writing, thinking, discussing, challenging- ahhh! I heart my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of class, we are moving along in our persuasive pieces. My students are on their way to some wonderful letters, essays, and editorials.  I know that they are excited to send their thoughts, ideas, and opinions to the audiences they want to address.&lt;br /&gt; Our conferring moments have been in this midst of change.... they are starting to take more and more responsibility for what they are writing and what others are doing. Today one of treasures kindly poked her little head in and stated, "Mrs. B-Can I talk with ------  after you are done. I think that I have some ideas for her that might help."  Well, la de da and slap my grandma! My little writer! After I was done they went and conferred with each other. Melt my heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As the year trickles to an end and it wraps around my heart like a thick piece of metal, I start to become very, very, very sad. I have loved these treasures for TWO YEARS!! TWO YEARS of very hard work! Two years of loving them like they were my own! TWO YEARS is a long time for goodness sake!  It will be hard for me... it already is. I look at them- laugh with them- cry with them- talk with them.  *sigh*  Did I tell you I heart my class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am currently working on a present for them- I have been practicing hand stamped jewelery.&lt;br /&gt;It is the most beautiful and unique thing that I have done in a long time.  I have thought about a word that matches each one of my students personality.  Each student will get a letter explaining why I picked that word for them, and why they were important to me. What I am hoping to do is to stamp that word on a silver disc or silver dog tag. HOWEVER, do you know how hard it is to find 28 silver discs or dog tags that a teacher can afford???? If anyone knows of anyone who has these supplies, please send them my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am reading the Twilight books- Yes I admit it.... I love Edward and want to be his vampire woman.  Seriously, I would even take Jacob and be his werewolf lady. Love the books and find that I am up WAY TOO LATE reading it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have found a wonderful professional book by Jennifer Serravallo &amp;amp; Gravity (love her name) Goldberg. It is entitled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conferring with Readers&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supporting Each Student's Growth &amp;amp; Independence&lt;/span&gt;. I was lucky enough to hear Jennifer speak while in New York and told myself if anything else, I am so buying this book (great purchase).  Thanks Jennifer and Gravity, your book rocks!  Not only does it have great ideas that anyone can use, but it also validates everything that I am doing in my room and want for my treasures. Very reassuring to read and know that yes, I am doing something good in this teaching life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am just being a mom. Caught in the taxi mode... my little diva and her dance and my big guy-guy and baseball. I love watching them and supporting them in what they love to do- it is wonderful to see.&lt;br /&gt;We met with my son's teacher for conferences today. He is a good boy who loves school and loves learning.  Being a teacher doesn't make is easier to go to these conference days you know! It still makes my stomach a mess and my head hurt. I want so badly for my children to be what I wasn't in school. To soak up learning and to have teachers who loved them for being, well, them. &lt;br /&gt;My son and daughter did have those teachers this year- those individuals who loved them for all of what was wonderful about their little personalities and still loved them for everything that they haven't yet become.  If anything, it has taught me to be A PROACTIVE PARENT! To ask questions, to hunt for the best of the best and demand that my child be apart of that community. My children are worth that fight- they are worth those demands, and I won't sit by and watch my little ones stuck in just the middle-of-the-road kind of teacher! They got the best this year, and it has paid off! Thanks Mrs. Rice and Mrs. Biebrich.... you are loved more than you will every know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW!  Life of a mom/wife/sister/daughter/friend/teacher girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3884644221041919087?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3884644221041919087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3884644221041919087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3884644221041919087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3884644221041919087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-have-you-been.html' title='where have you been?'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5217086625251773995</id><published>2009-03-18T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:10:29.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to my students...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5217086625251773995?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5217086625251773995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5217086625251773995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5217086625251773995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5217086625251773995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/letters-to-my-students.html' title='Letters to my students...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3090104869022217783</id><published>2009-03-05T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:57:54.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins...</title><content type='html'>Our community has started our Persuasive Unit amongst the craziness of ISTEP.   It is new for our community so we have been excited, nervous, and full of questions as we are reading and discussing mentors. (ahhhhh.... so nice to be away from testing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our facilitator was there to observe and spend some quality time with us. We were looking at persuasive pieces that other children have published and working together to understand what persuasive writing looks and sounds like. &lt;br /&gt;As students were talking, I noticed that they didn't have that spark or glow about them today- it looked more like confusion and I didn't understand why. But  my trusty facilitator was there and thank goodness for her observations.... what I have failed to remember is that I can't assume that my little writing treasures know everything (even if they are totally awesome)!&lt;br /&gt; Slow down, model, take our time and be in the moment- no need to rush.&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks Kathy, sometimes you need to hear that!&lt;br /&gt;Friday I will rewind and model some of my own thinking about our mentors and take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;We are on our way- one step at a time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3090104869022217783?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3090104869022217783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3090104869022217783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3090104869022217783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3090104869022217783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-480077666325039867</id><published>2009-02-26T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:10:04.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in the fast lane....</title><content type='html'>WHEW!!! Life in the fast lane here in good ol' Barneyville.  Here's the quick on this end of the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We celebrated our Feature Article and Research Unit. Loads of fun and wonderful writing came out of their hands.&lt;br /&gt;- Finishing preparing for our ISTEP test. Our unit went well for my first go at it.&lt;br /&gt;There are some things I need to tweak for next year, but overall- nice I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;- I have realized that I will have a very hard time letting my treasures go at the end of the year. Two years with my precious gifts and you can't help but love them like they are your own. Don't know what is in store- but I am already so very sad.&lt;br /&gt;- Looking ahead, we are getting ready for our next unit- PERSUASIVE WRITING. This is my first time guiding this unit and I have to admit that I AM SCARED.  It will be an interesting adventure together. YIKES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Soon I will be heading to NYC!!! Can't wait- seriously, I am counting.&lt;br /&gt;-We are busy, busy, busy- life in the fast lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-480077666325039867?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/480077666325039867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=480077666325039867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/480077666325039867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/480077666325039867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='life in the fast lane....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3648251046196856295</id><published>2009-02-17T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:14:26.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Angel Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SZttKsPoCJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/5fLVJzxtu3g/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SZttKsPoCJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/5fLVJzxtu3g/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953016601708690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 1:15 this afternoon, my baby turned five.  I was in the middle of a Social Studies test and felt as if I needed to look to see what the time was..... it was 1:14, just in time.  For a moment I watched the hand tick to the three and my heart sank.... all I could say was five... five....five.... five (sigh).&lt;br /&gt; I wondered what she was doing at that moment- without the person that brought her into this world. Does she know how much she is loved?  How much joy she brings to her family?   She is five today. Five wonderful, beautiful, dramatic years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Little M&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3648251046196856295?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3648251046196856295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3648251046196856295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3648251046196856295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3648251046196856295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-my-angel-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday My Angel Girl!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SZttKsPoCJI/AAAAAAAAA-g/5fLVJzxtu3g/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-811724838896765919</id><published>2009-01-31T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:09:23.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working...working...working...</title><content type='html'>Working, working, working- that is what my class and I have been up to.  We are in the middle of our NON-FICTION UNIT and my treasures are so engaged in their writing. I think I have found the genre that my treasures really have a passion for! (YIPPPEEE)&lt;br /&gt;My treasures wanted to stretch their writing and decided that some of them wanted to start on the road to doing a research paper, while others still wanted to write feature articles. (GOTTA' LOVE CHOICE!) I was so excited that the students came to me with the idea! !I was discussing this idea last year and hoped that someone would run with it.&lt;br /&gt;The past three weeks have been awesome! My lessons go so well with both groups and since my students have already experienced Feature Articles from last year, they are such pros! I see them peer conferring and the feedback that they give one another is more than I sometimes think I could give.&lt;br /&gt;My treasures who are deep into the research process are gaining so much from this experience- this week I took a lesson from Stephanie Harvey's, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Non-Fiction Matters&lt;/span&gt;, and worked on using note cards to cite your research. The students went back to writing and then I saw them huddled in a small group- I go over there to see what was going on and one student is explaining how he is putting P1, P2, P3, etc. on the top of his cards to help him organize his thoughts prior to drafting!&lt;br /&gt;I am standing there thinking... THAT BOY JUST TAUGHT A SMALL GROUP LESSON! &lt;br /&gt;Which is one of my goals this year.... thanks "T" for paving that road!&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled to see everyone charged about this unit- everyone feels confident and ready to move on to their next draft. I am interested to see if they stay with our unit of study or decide to work on an independent piece. Stayed tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-811724838896765919?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/811724838896765919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=811724838896765919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/811724838896765919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/811724838896765919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/workingworkingworking.html' title='working...working...working...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-819566289450174346</id><published>2009-01-11T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:30:08.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>student lessons...</title><content type='html'>I made a goal for myself and my classroom that we would begin student led lessons this year. This summer I made small notes about how we would transition into this process. We started our journey after first quarter using our Read Aloud time to practice leading discussions.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this would be a great introduction without anyone feeling nervous about what they were doing or saying. We worked on the idea of leading discussions- numerous lessons were held on what we should all be hearing and seeing during our time together. At first, every student had to lead one sessions. I found it interesting that many of them went right to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;graffiti&lt;/span&gt; board to help them organize their thoughts and ideas. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;graffiti&lt;/span&gt; board has  become a very important part of our Read Aloud.  Everyone uses it often which helps me track their thoughts throughout the book. I was happy that I had the whole class participate in leading, they often felt good after they were done.  The process has been a lot of work, but a good one!&lt;br /&gt;Now, my goal for the third and last quarter is to move this concept to our workshop time in writing. I am still not sure of when or how to transition this idea. If you have any thoughts or suggestions, please feel free to let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-819566289450174346?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/819566289450174346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=819566289450174346' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/819566289450174346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/819566289450174346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/student-lessons.html' title='student lessons...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-8617660909324339262</id><published>2009-01-02T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:47:12.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rock Star Afternoon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/ic/browse-glitter.jsp" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-img1.imagechef.com/w/090102/anm1327b7397ae62432.gif" alt="Glitter Symbols - ImageChef.com"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were rocked out this afternoon on glitter, music, stuffed animals, and the color pink! My daughter said her final thank you to the Libby Lu staff that she just loved.  She had her last make over, glitter wish, and picked out her last poochie parlor puppy.  It was a total bummer as her favorite store is closing the doors January 11th.&lt;br /&gt;I know that some of you may be jumping for joy as you think that it exploits young girls, skanking them up with make-up....blah-blah-blah. Well, my rocking strong, independent, motivated little girl loved the store and everything about it. She loved the glitter, she loved dressing up and having a "big girl" do her hair.  It was her special place and I loved that she had a special place.&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you Libby Lu and thanks for the glitter, the too loud music, the totally rocking t-shirts, and fun you brought to my little rock star~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-8617660909324339262?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8617660909324339262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=8617660909324339262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8617660909324339262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8617660909324339262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/rock-star-afternoon.html' title='A Rock Star Afternoon....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4958716646965362043</id><published>2009-01-01T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:45:32.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLW for 2009</title><content type='html'>I have had several words that have come to the front of my mind for my one little word this year. I went through the other words from the past, and thought about how I lived and learned from those words. As my list grew one word pulled me in and made me think of how I could use this word in all areas of my life. The word that I have selected for 2009 is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STRENGTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I made a list of all the areas of my life that this word will be put to use- My classroom, my profession, my family, my personal life, and how my body is starting to change. I will need mental, emotional, and physical strength to grow this year. I am excited to see how I can show my classroom, my children, and myself how this word will inspire me to be the best I can be in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4958716646965362043?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4958716646965362043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4958716646965362043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4958716646965362043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4958716646965362043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2009/01/olw-for-2009.html' title='OLW for 2009'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-337176945487300513</id><published>2008-12-22T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:36:37.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>puzzles from the past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SU_4RPiZT8I/AAAAAAAAA9k/x3ifulxZRI8/s1600-h/Picture+1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SU_4RPiZT8I/AAAAAAAAA9k/x3ifulxZRI8/s400/Picture+1112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282713863041142722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would spend hours upstairs. Looking through the old pictures stashed in the cardboard box. I would often think about what it was like at that moment, what were they thinking, or who were they with.&lt;br /&gt;This picture is one of my many favorites. The woman in the second row, second on the end starting from the left is my great grandmother.  I had asked my grandmother what was the history behind the picture and what was going on.  She had no clue, but said that it's been in the box for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I do know that both of my great grandmother's are from Poland and that she had family there.&lt;br /&gt;Many questions run through my head.  I see something different each time I look at the picture. They look so serious, so sad- why? Were they going or leaving Poland? Who were the people my grandmother was with? What were they feeling? Were they sad, scared, hopeful, full of dreams or ambitions?&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful to have these pictures- these unsolved adventures of my families past. My pictures become my life's puzzle, connecting the pieces every time I look at them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-337176945487300513?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/337176945487300513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=337176945487300513' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/337176945487300513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/337176945487300513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions.html' title='puzzles from the past...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SU_4RPiZT8I/AAAAAAAAA9k/x3ifulxZRI8/s72-c/Picture+1112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2757105536848643820</id><published>2008-12-10T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:11:44.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>food from the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SUBxlAV4TcI/AAAAAAAAA9c/W2AlnvkvntI/s1600-h/Picture+1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SUBxlAV4TcI/AAAAAAAAA9c/W2AlnvkvntI/s400/Picture+1100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278343643839090114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was wonderful in the kitchen. She could make a ham and cheese sandwich or chicken noodle soup taste like heaven.  I remember her moving in the small galley kitchen with ease as she pinched a little of this, mixed in a little of that , and created something that I would savor and truly love.&lt;br /&gt;Her cooking made me happy and it made me feel good. As a young girl, I counted down the clock at school, knowing that soon I would come home for lunch. She would do the smallest things; like put a flower on my lunch tray,  fix the table with nice napkins, or allow me use a wine glass with my pop for lunch.  Babci made everything  so important and grand for me.&lt;br /&gt;She allowed me to be her special helper in the kitchen. Giving me the task of flour girl when making peirogi, the official yolk shredder for chip beef on toast, the right hand roller when making cookies, and most importantly, that taster of all that came from her oven. Whatever it was that she was doing, I was right there to watch, listen, observe, and just enjoy the time by her side.&lt;br /&gt;Time has come full circle- I see so much of my grandmother in my mother. She makes the kitchen seem magical to my children- they cook, bake, and create memories together. My children love my mother's cooking- it could be something as small as a toasted cheese and it is art for them.  I watch, in wonder and awe, for I have not picked up this gift. What I realize, is that it isn't the "cooking" but it's that my grandmother and my mother both cook from the heart. Each meal is stirred with love and care, knowing now that it isn't the food, but the moments and memories that are created around the kitchen that is important. It is the memory of being together, it is the laughter and conversation, it is the stories that are passed on. It is the love that is shared.  It is food- food from the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2757105536848643820?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2757105536848643820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2757105536848643820' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2757105536848643820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2757105536848643820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-from-heart.html' title='food from the heart'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SUBxlAV4TcI/AAAAAAAAA9c/W2AlnvkvntI/s72-c/Picture+1100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3144327642134201046</id><published>2008-12-09T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:43:46.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRUSTRATION&lt;br /&gt;Plain&lt;br /&gt;old&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;fed up&lt;br /&gt;for pete's sake&lt;br /&gt;spare-me-a-bone&lt;br /&gt;FRUSTRATION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3144327642134201046?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3144327642134201046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3144327642134201046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3144327642134201046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3144327642134201046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/frustrated.html' title='frustrated'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5662603397408933255</id><published>2008-12-09T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:46:54.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fiddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/ST8i0jvlZvI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qmsCoxSWvTw/s1600-h/Picture+1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/ST8i0jvlZvI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qmsCoxSWvTw/s400/Picture+1110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277975574644877042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fiddle. The violin. This instrument has been apart of my life since I can remember. My great uncle and my uncle working hard to create and rebuild this piece of art to make sweet sounds. I remember watching the two men play- listening to every note, every sound- hoping that one day I would create those beautiful notes.&lt;br /&gt;When the day came that I was handed the violin made just for me, my heart danced. The cherry wood, the sweet smell of rosin, and how the strings made a graceful noise.  From that moment, I practiced- played- and enjoyed my violin. It was made from love and pride- just for me.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through many violins since that first one. Beautiful violins that have been made or rebuilt for my hands to create the same amazing sounds that my uncles had. I have loved each one of them- different sizes, colors, and shine. Each one made my heart side over and over- my violin listened to my heart and sang back to my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5662603397408933255?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5662603397408933255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5662603397408933255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5662603397408933255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5662603397408933255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiddle.html' title='the fiddle'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/ST8i0jvlZvI/AAAAAAAAA9E/qmsCoxSWvTw/s72-c/Picture+1110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7180223702843611111</id><published>2008-12-06T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:56:50.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE ME SOME PROJECTS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/STs66W5bWYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/SdcFPrj7unU/s1600-h/Picture+1105.jpg"&gt;Love to take objects  and turn them into wall decorations! Found these milk tabs at a festival this fall. HAD TO HAVE THEM! It was if they were  calling my name! I had fun picking the various colors and logos- Came home and got to work! Now my milk tabs are living on my wall at home! How cool!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/STs66W5bWYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/SdcFPrj7unU/s400/Picture+1105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276876162647939458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/STs5P3ug6pI/AAAAAAAAA8k/uWMWuNrF4Nw/s1600-h/Picture+1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7180223702843611111?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7180223702843611111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7180223702843611111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7180223702843611111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7180223702843611111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-me-some-projects.html' title='I LOVE ME SOME PROJECTS....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/STs66W5bWYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/SdcFPrj7unU/s72-c/Picture+1105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5492070645996724442</id><published>2008-12-06T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:46:08.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/STsy6aUI-VI/AAAAAAAAA8c/iI3FHH-5eaI/s1600-h/Picture+1097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/STsy6aUI-VI/AAAAAAAAA8c/iI3FHH-5eaI/s400/Picture+1097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276867367472265554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met these two ladies in the sixth grade. We have been through so much together in this amazing journey we call life. Middle school drama, volleyball summer camps, and overnight adventures. As we continued on to high school we grew, we argued, we played, we laughed, we cried, we shared, and we became young women together.&lt;br /&gt;We have shared our secrets, our dreams, our fears, and our lives. We have spent time apart- not speaking, doing our own thing, finding our own story. Even though we were apart, I often thought of these two women- what they were doing, if they were safe, if they were thinking about me as much as I thought about them.&lt;br /&gt;We grew-up, found our own story and our own path in life. Funny how that path, that road, led us right back to each other.  It was as if someone, something needed us to be together. Marriage, graduation, children, birthdays, and just the need to be together again.&lt;br /&gt;The same three girls who made each other laugh in middle school, still bring a smile and laughter when we are together today. They are such dynamic women- full of life, hope, joy. I am so blessed to be with them again. To share our journey in life. They are my forever friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5492070645996724442?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5492070645996724442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5492070645996724442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5492070645996724442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5492070645996724442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-amigas.html' title='the girls...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/STsy6aUI-VI/AAAAAAAAA8c/iI3FHH-5eaI/s72-c/Picture+1097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5348655116239645681</id><published>2008-11-26T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:04:05.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they are writers!</title><content type='html'>This week I was honored to have several teachers observe our community during writer's workshop.  This isn't anything new, we have had several come in and out, watching and asking questions of our students about what they are doing during writing time.&lt;br /&gt;I started our morning meeting reminding them of our day with our new "friends." They all were so nervous! Anyone who knows my students will understand that being nervous doesn't go along with my kiddos. I asked why they would be nervous now after we have had dozens of adults prior to this time. They started to explain, and one little girl in my room spoke for the group by saying, "Mrs. B- since we are all pretty good at writing, we want them to like what we are doing!"&lt;br /&gt; I thought about what the dear treasure said and while debriefing with the group of teachers who observed, I told them that the kids were nervous today- not because they were watching, but they wanted them to enjoy their writing. The coach who was leading the in-service for the teachers opened up a new thought for me.... they were nervous because they see themselves as writers now. They want others to see that too! WOW- WOW-WOW!!!  I never thought that and how wonderful that someone else can see it in my treasures!&lt;br /&gt;Sharing and allowing others in my room to see OUR WRITERS not only helps me, the teachers who want to learn, but more importantly, my guys and gals who have their hearts and minds filled with joy when they come!  Pretty darn cool....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5348655116239645681?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5348655116239645681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5348655116239645681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5348655116239645681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5348655116239645681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-are-writers.html' title='they are writers!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6688544561032951713</id><published>2008-11-19T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:40:41.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'm From</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post this and just got it back from one of my students.... thanks George Ella Lyon and Penny Kittle for being such great mentors for my class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where I'm From&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Jen Barney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from the small backyards of the Mid-West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with green grass and lush gardens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from lilac trees with picnics at the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am from sprinklers, pools, and slip'n'slides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indiana summers that are hot and long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from Keltch Pharmacy and Woolworths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where Lemonheads were the best buy for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from "told you so" and "you'll be sorry"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from a father who drank too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a mother who protected with love and care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from the pain of divorce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and time to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from a loud and large family that grows talent from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;backyard baseball and hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from violins, skating, and volleyball games-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family that supports and pushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from Indiana festivals filled with music and ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from lazy days of summer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to crisp mornings of fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from hope, dreams, and new beginnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from changes in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from teaching, learning, giving, and guiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from twenty-three children plus two of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from life, living, and experiences-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6688544561032951713?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6688544561032951713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6688544561032951713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6688544561032951713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6688544561032951713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-im-from.html' title='Where I&apos;m From'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-124981820369885301</id><published>2008-11-19T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:29:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>budding artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SSTnm35VxiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1pu1rGTsObs/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270592118955820578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SSTnm35VxiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1pu1rGTsObs/s400/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-124981820369885301?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/124981820369885301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=124981820369885301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/124981820369885301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/124981820369885301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/budding-artist.html' title='budding artist'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SSTnm35VxiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1pu1rGTsObs/s72-c/DSC01523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3397655432219533110</id><published>2008-11-19T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:26:56.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>four on a thursday</title><content type='html'>Four things from me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My students have completed their first draft for our fiction unit of study. I was so very pleased with their work. Monday they had to assess their own writing and how they looked at their draft through a reader's eye.  My intern and I conferred with everyone- I thought they did a great job assessing what they did well, and what they could improve on.  Can't wait to see what they do with their second draft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our Read Alouds are developing into something wonderful- the class shares the responsibility to lead discussions. We had to work and model what good leadership sounds like and looks like, however, they are taking this role with great pride and respect! ROCK STARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have been using the book Comprehension Connection during my workshop time in reading. I LOVE THIS BOOK AND WOULD RECOMMEND IT FOR ANY TEACHER, ANY GRADE, ANY WHERE! The book uses concrete objects to teach comprehension strategies. GO BUY THIS BOOK! Seriously... Really.... love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My students have started book clubs. I am struggling with a group right now- they aren't exciting about reading, they aren't doing their work, they just are floating in reading limbo. It is a real downer due to the fact that they are my group that needs all the help they can get. Just not sure where to go with these little boogers- any thoughts or ideas, you know I'll take 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to grading and reading and planning and thinking and.... and.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3397655432219533110?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3397655432219533110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3397655432219533110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3397655432219533110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3397655432219533110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/four-on-thursday.html' title='four on a thursday'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5358813200823608643</id><published>2008-11-07T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:27:22.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning on a light for readers...</title><content type='html'>Today I presented a lesson on setting. I used one of the sessions in the Lucy Calkins set and tweaked it a tad so it would be just right for my treasures. I started my session as Lucy did- describing and connecting the kids to think about when they get startled in the night by the phone ringing or something waking them up- how disoriented they are at first, trying to figure out where they are &amp;amp; what is going on. They have to get a sense of place and time- turning a light on so to speak. I wasn't sure how this would go over, but they were so quiet and interested to see what this was leading up to (made me a very happy teacher)!&lt;br /&gt;After they commented on the connections they were having, I directed their attention to my teaching point of understanding that the setting in their story is just the same thought- they need to make sure that they turn on the light for their reader with the setting, giving the reader a sense of where they are at in the story&lt;br /&gt;I used a piece that I was working on to mentor them the concept of setting and how we can ground the characters with our words. The kids had much to comment about I must say!&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed to see how they took this lesson today and worked on their own piece with such determination. Many of them shared how working on the setting changed the mood of some scenes as well as bringing some light on their characters. Excited to see where this will take us next week.... picture books here we come baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5358813200823608643?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5358813200823608643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5358813200823608643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5358813200823608643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5358813200823608643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/turning-on-light-for-readers.html' title='turning on a light for readers...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4157217908487257001</id><published>2008-11-07T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:46:31.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it starts here....</title><content type='html'>One amazing teacher and fourteen beautiful children.... this is where the love of learning grows. It is  starting here... to understand, to question, to explain, to share, and most importantly to love the small moments together sharing a good book. It starts here- an amazing teacher, a small corner of their community, and tiny minds being watered with the love of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRTtRsZM2oI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gHmkoLaJimA/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266094752533371522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRTtRsZM2oI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gHmkoLaJimA/s400/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4157217908487257001?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4157217908487257001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4157217908487257001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4157217908487257001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4157217908487257001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-starts-here.html' title='it starts here....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRTtRsZM2oI/AAAAAAAAA7s/gHmkoLaJimA/s72-c/DSC01542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3108000015553691165</id><published>2008-11-07T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:35:54.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRTs5mtvqkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/8nMnp14QJQc/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266094338692065858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRTs5mtvqkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/8nMnp14QJQc/s400/DSC01529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3108000015553691165?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3108000015553691165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3108000015553691165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3108000015553691165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3108000015553691165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRTs5mtvqkI/AAAAAAAAA7k/8nMnp14QJQc/s72-c/DSC01529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6757594163004740295</id><published>2008-11-05T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:52:55.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI_vIv-jOI/AAAAAAAAA7E/kvVF8PZ6vxg/s1600-h/DSC01573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265340993384647906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI_vIv-jOI/AAAAAAAAA7E/kvVF8PZ6vxg/s320/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI_uUwYDHI/AAAAAAAAA68/5LE6SU96mGY/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265340979427675250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI_uUwYDHI/AAAAAAAAA68/5LE6SU96mGY/s320/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6757594163004740295?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6757594163004740295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6757594163004740295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6757594163004740295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6757594163004740295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='halloween fun'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI_vIv-jOI/AAAAAAAAA7E/kvVF8PZ6vxg/s72-c/DSC01573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6112857058771609670</id><published>2008-11-05T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:31:35.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being a mom....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI59hWsaoI/AAAAAAAAA60/z88TgfO-mts/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265334643437890178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI59hWsaoI/AAAAAAAAA60/z88TgfO-mts/s320/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI59IOLC1I/AAAAAAAAA6s/_ZSNCA0mw-4/s1600-h/DSC01569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265334636691262290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI59IOLC1I/AAAAAAAAA6s/_ZSNCA0mw-4/s320/DSC01569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things that I miss.... holiday parties, field trips, special moments to pop in and be apart of their school life. There are days that I feel guilty- guilty that I love working, that I love doing what I do each day with 23 other children and not my own two. It sometimes puts a heavy weight on my heart &amp;amp; I must slow things down, rewind, and take time to just be a mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk into my daughter's class for their Halloween Celebration. Mari waves, hugs, and leads me to her room. Fourteen little bodies dressed and excited for the day so they can start the morning procedures. I was amazed to see how independent they all were- getting down to business of writing their names, practicing their letters. They counted seeds, weighed pumpkins, read stories, and sang songs. I sat and soaked up the moment of being there with my little girl who is such a character. I see so much of me in her little body. The mommy, the entertainer, the social planner of the class. To watch her smile, laugh, observe, and just be a little girl amongst her friends made me smile. We ended our day with a parade, treats, and hugs as we got ready to head off to her brother's big guy school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching my son this year has been an emotional battle for my mommy heart. I have realized that my baby is now a big boy. He is such the worker, the worrier, the joker- he has good friends and a wonderful teacher who loves him so very much. I watched as he gave his buddies a five in gym, worked hard on his BINGO card, and helped the class get ready to leave. I could never be a second grade teacher... kudos to those out there! He would look up from his work and smile- what a moment. To see your first born doing all the wonderful things that you wished for him when I held him close to me as a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good to slow down that day- to live in the moment of just being a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6112857058771609670?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6112857058771609670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6112857058771609670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6112857058771609670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6112857058771609670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-mom.html' title='being a mom....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SRI59hWsaoI/AAAAAAAAA60/z88TgfO-mts/s72-c/DSC01538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6810445876488598</id><published>2008-11-03T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:59:20.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN UP COWGIRL!</title><content type='html'>A question was brought to my attention today by another educator. My educator friend asked why I share with other teachers what I plan, make, create or do. She then advised me that I shouldn't share all of my "secrets" with others and that they should get their own ideas and lessons plans because they are being lazy. Then she continued by telling me that some may start to think that I am showing off and kissing up. I smiled- she smiled and I went the other way.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? Really? That is all I could really think of at that moment. Then I started to think and think hard. This is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When have we as educators created the "SECRET TEACHING SOCIETY?" The reason I love this job is the idea of sharing with other passionate educators who want what is best for their treasures. What a better opportunity to gain best practices than to speak to others who are doing the same thing. I don't have "secrets" hidden in my teaching hat.... I would call it, um- COMMON SENSE AND READING AND SHARING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I work hard at what I do, and I am good at what I do. For many years I sank low and under the radar- fearful of what others would think about what I do in my classroom. If someone wants my help, thoughts, ideas, or anything else that will assist them in becoming a confident teacher- I WILL SHOW OFF. I'll take one for the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sharing makes me happy- it makes me feel as if what I am doing is not only helping the 23 treasures in my room, but the people that share my love of teaching. It gives me hope and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IT'S MY JOB! It's our duty as teachers to assist, to mentor, to question, to support, and to create an environment that others want to create too- IT IS OUR JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For my educator friend (I know you read this)- MAN UP COWGIRL! If you can't handle the heat- get outta' the kitchen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6810445876488598?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6810445876488598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6810445876488598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6810445876488598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6810445876488598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-up-cowgirl.html' title='MAN UP COWGIRL!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4026057212059935850</id><published>2008-11-03T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:25:03.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>words from a 4 year old</title><content type='html'>Picking up my daughter this evening, my sitter informed me of my daughter's political thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitter: you guys got to vote today didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daughter: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitter: what did you talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daughter and her friends: who we voted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitter: well, who did you all vote for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitter's daughter: Obama- cause your voting for him&lt;br /&gt;daughter's friend: McCain cause he will help the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitter: Mari, who did you vote for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daughter: McKing- cause he's royalty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord- only my child....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4026057212059935850?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4026057212059935850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4026057212059935850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4026057212059935850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4026057212059935850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-from-4-year-old.html' title='words from a 4 year old'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5852919726484923199</id><published>2008-10-27T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:31:13.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SQZdN--5cpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/auAZ8o59GjI/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261995709455495826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SQZdN--5cpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/auAZ8o59GjI/s400/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5852919726484923199?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5852919726484923199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5852919726484923199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5852919726484923199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5852919726484923199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SQZdN--5cpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/auAZ8o59GjI/s72-c/DSC01484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7353411940248244069</id><published>2008-10-27T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:24:35.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes slow to grow...</title><content type='html'>Before we started our new lesson today, I wanted to invest in some discussion of our character. Last week students were in such a hurry to get in their drafts and just start writing. I knew that they weren't ready to start drafting year so last week I really focused on showing my group of treasures how to invest in their character. I wanted them to take their time in developing who their characters are. We worked on internal &amp;amp; external traits, we worked on struggles and motives, and we worked on how others react to the character as well.&lt;br /&gt;Many of my students really got into this phase of their writing... they have come so far as last year was so surface and just a time to draw and list. Conferring with one student she said that her character has this hole in her heart and is waiting for it to be filled. Another student is working on a young girl who feels different and left out in her own family. Each student is taking their time understanding who they are working with and the purpose of their character within the story. I am seeing growth in their discussion with each other as well- they are doing a great job of challenging, questioning, and advising each other during share time.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that this type of growth couldn't be done in just any old setting... writer's workshop allows for this growth and gathering as a writer. They are exploring, trying things out, questioning, mentoring, and lifting their writing each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7353411940248244069?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7353411940248244069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7353411940248244069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7353411940248244069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7353411940248244069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-takes-slow-to-grow.html' title='it takes slow to grow...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3020403277592450756</id><published>2008-10-19T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:56:25.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SPvtxXtBvjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1boRvXpKrEA/s1600-h/Jack-o-lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259058422317432370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SPvtxXtBvjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1boRvXpKrEA/s320/Jack-o-lantern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you take four parents and a put them in a haunted house???? You get WAY TOO MUCH FUN! Friday my husband, our daughter's sitter, her husband, and yours truly spent the evening being kids again. We all wanted to do something different &amp;amp; naturally my husband thought that we should go to a haunted house! All four of us haven't been to one of these since our high school years. We could hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the kids, got them dinner and sent Jeff to get the sitter. Lori, Judd and their children met us with big smiles on their faces- the kids excited that the parents were gone, and the parents excited to be out for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great dinner and got to know just how wonderful our sitter and her husband really are. It's so awesome to know that our little girl is in such great hands AND that they are too much fun to be around. The four of us finished our dinner and were ready for some spooky haunting....&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at our destination called the Haunted House and Black Forest (sounds frightening doesn't it!). You could see the excitement on all of our faces... it was like the hands of time rolled back and we were all 17 again.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed in line and as we approached the front.  We couldn't help laughing- we were all so excited to do this. Through both the haunted house and forest we laughed, screamed (yes the men too), and ran. I am not sure how many times we all said that this is one of the best evenings we all have had in a long time. No pressures, no hurry, no worries- just four adults being kids again.&lt;br /&gt;As the evening came to an end... we all decided that coming together once a month to do something different and fun is a must. That evening I wrote in my notebook the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I realize that sometimes you have to let go of who you are as an adult. Be a kid again.. live in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;- I love my husband to death. One of the things that made me fall in love with him was that he made me laugh- after ten years of marriage, he still knows how to do that.&lt;br /&gt;-I am the luckiest woman alive. My daughter has a great sitter who is helping me raise a beautiful little girl. Not only is Mari lucky, I am lucky to have made an awesome friend through this.&lt;br /&gt;- I am such a wimp! REALLY- I know that somewhere out there is a 5th grader laughing his or her pants off that he can scare a grown woman.&lt;br /&gt;-I heart anything haunted that makes me want to run, scream, and laugh hysterically!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3020403277592450756?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3020403277592450756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3020403277592450756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3020403277592450756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3020403277592450756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-fun.html' title='halloween fun!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SPvtxXtBvjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/1boRvXpKrEA/s72-c/Jack-o-lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-1382433990853156168</id><published>2008-10-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:27:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life can't get any better....</title><content type='html'>You see, I just went through some of my old posts and read the comments... just have to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENNY KITTLE AND GEORGE ELLA LYON COMMENTING ON MY BLOG!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUDE, LIFE CAN'T GET ANY BETTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU BOTH MADE MY DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-1382433990853156168?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1382433990853156168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=1382433990853156168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1382433990853156168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1382433990853156168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-cant-get-any-better.html' title='life can&apos;t get any better....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-8135244804590352752</id><published>2008-10-14T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:20:40.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>totally makes me smile...</title><content type='html'>Students: "Mrs. Barney, Mrs. Barney!"&lt;br /&gt;(two boys  running, yes running, to my room at the end of the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes... I am in here. What's wrong with you two?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: "We were waiting on the bus &amp;amp; wanted to know if you have kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes- I have two children... a son who is 7 and a daughter who is 4." (Silence)&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Why?"&lt;br /&gt;(the one boy looking upset and the other smiling as they leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students: "Oh nothn' just wondering... gotta' go! Peace out Mrs. B!"&lt;br /&gt;(I walk out to the hall and hear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Man I told you she had babies....&lt;br /&gt;Other Student: "Dang, she looks too pretty to be a mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Smiles, blush, smiles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-8135244804590352752?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8135244804590352752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=8135244804590352752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8135244804590352752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8135244804590352752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/totally-makes-me-smile.html' title='totally makes me smile...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4588498725669579951</id><published>2008-10-14T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:08:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you say.... P-A-R-T-Y</title><content type='html'>We are done.... done I  say! Our narratives are due Friday and just a few are finishing up on their publishing. The treasures who are finished, are just completing their reflection paper and will confer with me this week. I am interested to see what they have to say compared to last year (I have their 4th grade narrative reflection paper). I see growth in their writing and I hope to see growth in their reflecting as writers too! Last year it was pretty rough to get them to look at their writing and not have the thinking, "I am done! Let's move on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, my students are excited to celebrate! We discussed how we could mark our FIRST 5th GRADE WRITING UNIT as special. I thought that the students would want some big hoopiedoo, but nope, they  just wanted the first one to be a small celebration of pizza treats and  invites being our principal, assistant principal, and our facilitator. So, come Monday afternoon at 2:00, our tiny community will come together with pizza, soda, and our stories. Ahhh- what a way to end a Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4588498725669579951?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4588498725669579951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4588498725669579951' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4588498725669579951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4588498725669579951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-say-p-r-t-y.html' title='can you say.... P-A-R-T-Y'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-920358991333210420</id><published>2008-10-14T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:51:46.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking deeper....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SPU5p1T9nCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sN6nRRN3VS4/s1600-h/mrpeabodysapples.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257171530873150498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SPU5p1T9nCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sN6nRRN3VS4/s320/mrpeabodysapples.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week our school facilitator came into our room and tried a new lesson out. The goal of the lesson was to get my treasures to think deeper about the story and text by questioning the author. My kiddos  have grown in leaps and bounds in their conversation and responding to the text!  One of my goals for them this year to to stretch that thinking when reading, I was looking forward to see how I could do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As our facilitator was working with the kids I made some observations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My treasures have gotten to be rock stars at pulling apart the text and really talking about the story elements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My students have such wonderful questions, thoughts about the characters, their wondering,  and they back their opinions up with evidence from the text. Conversation that most adults can't have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. They are sitting on this "fence" of ready to take a leap into something bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Need to work on the idea of author's message &amp;amp; theme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked through the notes and thought that going back, working on theme &amp;amp; the author's message would assist my students in making more deeper connections with questioning the author's ideas, writing, and perspective. With that said, I got the ol' FRANK SERAFINI,&lt;em&gt; Lessons In Comprehension&lt;/em&gt; book out and looked through the amazing lessons that he offers. Taking one of his lessons on theme and tweaking it, we had a go at it. I used the book by Madonna called, Mr. Peabody's Apples. It is such a great book that I shared it as a chat the day before. Prior to the reading the story, we discussed the idea of theme &amp;amp; author's message. We built some background on these ideas. It went really well that I was excited to see what their little minds were thinking next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave each student a large post-it note and asked them to write down what theme or message came to mind when I was reading the story. The students then turned and talked about their thoughts after the story was finished..... by golly, it was sinking in (thank gooniegoo)! We charted our post-its and had some more discussion time about  our thinking. The students felt good about our lesson... more secure than where they were before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next several days we got into groups and shared various books that showed excellent theme and author's message. Some of their favorites were: Lily's Purple Plastic Purse, Koala Lou, The English Rose, Thank You Mr. Falkner, The Recess Queen, and Elmer to just name a few. My treasures are looking more closely at the text right now, looking for that hidden message or theme. My hope is as they are doing this that they begin question the author more.... I know- a tall order, but how much fun we will have while getting there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-920358991333210420?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/920358991333210420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=920358991333210420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/920358991333210420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/920358991333210420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/theme.html' title='looking deeper....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SPU5p1T9nCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/sN6nRRN3VS4/s72-c/mrpeabodysapples.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4927447381116972671</id><published>2008-10-08T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:33:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Ol' Blurrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those moments as an educator that everything is just a blur? I  have been in that moment the past week or two. I have tons of things I want to accomplish, I am so  focused on my Reading Workshop while giving their independent writing projects a go  AND stay in tune with my everyday Writing Workshop AND then sitting next to me is a pile high list of blogging things that I have YET to get out and share- aghhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not enough time in the day for what I want to do and how I want it to be done. Balancing family, work,  and everything else has always come easy for me- so why do I feel this blur in my head? I am trying to piece all of it out and haven't found the answers yet. It's like something is around the corner that is leading to great stuff  and I am just not sure how or where to turn yet. It's frustrating for me because I am a drive hard or go home kind of gal- sitting in neutral isn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those days, I guess- hope the fog clears soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4927447381116972671?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4927447381116972671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4927447381116972671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4927447381116972671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4927447381116972671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-ol-blurrrrrrrr.html' title='A Big Ol&apos; Blurrrrrrrr'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4477090795388767152</id><published>2008-09-29T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:17:29.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SOLPo4tgIaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/3kECVSpxRFI/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251988416792371618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SOLPo4tgIaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/3kECVSpxRFI/s400/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SOF2Ol_Y9sI/AAAAAAAAArs/G--LeABpubU/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251608633578944194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SOF2Ol_Y9sI/AAAAAAAAArs/G--LeABpubU/s400/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Cathy... spent about half of the night playing! LOVE IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4477090795388767152?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4477090795388767152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4477090795388767152' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4477090795388767152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4477090795388767152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoa.html' title='whoa!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SOLPo4tgIaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/3kECVSpxRFI/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4477589500746435179</id><published>2008-09-28T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T05:01:39.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eye of the tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SOAiBJLPyfI/AAAAAAAAArk/l-won5cxTh8/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251234568552303090" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SOAiBJLPyfI/AAAAAAAAArk/l-won5cxTh8/s400/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30 on a cold  Saturday morning I met up with two of my closest friends since the 6th grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kara &amp;amp; I  gave our big hugs and giggled while we walked towards the starting area, joking as we always do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spot  Heather, who is our running hero, as she is a veteran in the marathon business. Since middle school that girl could run, run, and then run some more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Standing there getting ourselves ready for Kara &amp;amp; my four miler and Heather's thirteen mile jog. We just start to laugh- thinking about how much Kara &amp;amp; I haven't really prepared ourselves for this day. Really wanting to, but life getting in the way of it all. Of course, Heather pumping us up with her awesome pep talks. She soon leaves for her starting gates- Kara &amp;amp; I standing there alone with the other runners. We didn't look like runners I must say- our scrub pants and t-shirts, however, we were excited to give ourselves a challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crowd started to move forward and we discussed our plans (nothing like an as we go moment)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then.... we started, a very slow and easy pace. The morning was cool and it felt good to be running so early. We talked, laughed, and laughed some more. It felt as if we were back in high school during summer gym. It was good to be running with her again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day went perfect- we kept a good pace and just enjoyed the view, the runners, and being together! We talked about our plans for next year and made a promise at mile 3 that we would run the 13 next year (think that the lack of oxygen to the brain was talking...). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were  rounding main street and started in on our final leg... from a distance we could see the FINISH sign- all of a sudden we started to run faster and faster. NO WAY was the lady with the stroller going to beat us! It felt awesome as the crowd was cheering us on, giving us strength to cross the line. We stopped gave hugs and laughed.... as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cheered our dear friend on as she ran in with a smile on her face... she so rocks. The rest of the morning was spent walking around the booths, trying some really wonderful and healthy food while spending time with my good friends. They motivate me, they make me laugh, they make me want to be a better person.....  as we walk back to our cars we plan our attack for more running events. Training starts this week..... eye of the tiger baby, eye of the tiger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4477589500746435179?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4477589500746435179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4477589500746435179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4477589500746435179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4477589500746435179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/eye-of-tiger.html' title='eye of the tiger'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SOAiBJLPyfI/AAAAAAAAArk/l-won5cxTh8/s72-c/DSC01399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-1664863249484220898</id><published>2008-09-22T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:59:41.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a garden- they are growing!</title><content type='html'>This year I wanted to take our read aloud and give total ownership to my treasures. I planned my phases and came up with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be very explicit and intentional about what I want to see and hear during our discussions.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure that my students see that as I am gradually letting go, they are doing the teaching on their own. They are taking ownership of their own thinking and doing a good job of it.&lt;br /&gt;3. To connect our discussion time to their own reading... How can what we do as a group assist them independently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let us forward it to this morning..... We are reading an amazing book and using Frank Serafini's idea of a graffiti board to expand on our ideas of responding to reading and laying our ideas out there to share. One of my students, "A" asks if she can start discussion today based on some of the board discussions. Of course I said yes- I was curious to see how this was going to pan out. I have yet to give any mini lessons on how I want the kids to take over our read aloud, or discussions, for that matter. I sit back and it all went down like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" standing by the graffiti board while the class is all eyes on her... "I wanted to start out our discussion today here because I thought that there was some great ideas. I think that after reading them over, I picked two out that I felt had &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of great thinking and stood out in my head.("A" reads the thoughts and who they are from)&lt;br /&gt;"A": "After I read the two I thought about the part of the text...." (she goes on to explain her thoughts) .... "and after reading this from "B" I think that I might be on a different road in my thinking." (yes, she said that!)  " I would like to know if anyone has the same thoughts as "B" does or I do.....?" And so then they without any type of prompting, thoughts, ideas, or words, they start an amazing discussion without me! (oh yea, they did ask me to read a passage from the text that they were disagreeing about.) They allowed me to read just a short part before another one of my readers came up to me and said that he would like to read the rest. They went on and I just monitored the room making sure that they were all engaged- I saw some making notes in their Reader's Notebook and others drawing the visual images that they were getting from the story. They were the teachers, teaching each other!&lt;br /&gt;I made some notes of what we could do to improve and of course it will be on our next discussion list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have come to find in this amazing workshop approach is that it works, and if you stand next to your treasures during  those important moments that really matter to them, they start to grow and grow without you even realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;I am gradually releasing these treasures to understand that they are doing it on their own- without me. Our  read aloud has become something so much more than I could have imagined. When someone tells me that reading to the kids is just a time for kids to relax or draw, I have to argue that in our community it is a time to get knee deep into some pretty intense discussions and responses. I am proud of my treasures today- just like a garden, they are growing into something pretty special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-1664863249484220898?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1664863249484220898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=1664863249484220898' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1664863249484220898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1664863249484220898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-garden-they-are-growing.html' title='like a garden- they are growing!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4896519497115547349</id><published>2008-09-17T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:59:31.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.W.  ..... you rock!</title><content type='html'>Picture if you will a group of 5th graders huddle around the computer waiting for the important message I told them I had for them.. The room grew silent as the sat there waiting for the- "MESSAGE." "T" blurting out, "Can't we just get on with it, I can wait!"&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and showed them our read aloud book- asked them who wrote it. "O" replied, "Mrs. B, you know who it is, it's P.W. Cantanese- he's our author study this winter." Looking at her, I told her yes, I do know, however, what would you think if we could talk to him.. they looked at me like I had lost my mind. "B" piped up- "Whatever... he's like totally famous and a writer, what is he going to say to us." I then got out the copy of the email and then began to read what Mr. Cantanese said to my wonderful treasures..... (seriously I thought they were going to pooie their pants!)The class was silent... and then "T" said, "You are serious, he wrote that to us?" As a heart attack-I told those kiddos. The kids went wild... they were all talk and questions and thoughts and everything else from A to Z.&lt;br /&gt;The kids love this author- his words have brought out some seriously wonderful discussions in our class &amp;amp; they can't get enough of this books. We will start our author study of his work this winter and it will be such an amazing addition to know that they feel connected to this author just from a simple email. Thanks Paul- you've made my treasures year! As "T" said.... P.W ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SNGk_UG4ZNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VRIEdG1FEsI/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247156448499623122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SNGk_UG4ZNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VRIEdG1FEsI/s400/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4896519497115547349?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4896519497115547349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4896519497115547349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4896519497115547349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4896519497115547349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/pw-you-rock.html' title='P.W.  ..... you rock!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SNGk_UG4ZNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/VRIEdG1FEsI/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3346816597149811418</id><published>2008-09-16T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:54:49.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the small things in life...</title><content type='html'>During our family vacation this summer we slowed down and found some of our very favorite shells at the beach. We looked at them, compared them, and talked about why we like our perfect shells. My kids were fascinated by these little gems and wanted to know if we could keep them forever. I said yes and then they each gave me one of there favorites... I was melting inside I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Today in class I had my shells out... we were writing about strong emotions, and for our mini-lesson I picked happiness. I wrote down several times in my life that I felt pure happiness(collecting these shell being one of those moments). I then showed them how I took that feeling and moment and made an entry in my WNB.  As I was explaining this writing strategy, one of my treasures just couldn't get past the shells- he was fixed to them. I finished the mini and they went to have a go at it- except big guy. He just stood there... I finally asked him if he wanted to see them and of course he said yes. He just looked at these little tiny shells like they were gold. I then realized why and asked him if he has ever been to a beach to pick up shells. He just said, "Nope only to McMillen Pool to swim. " (thinking for a moment)"Do they have shells"? I smiled and said no they do not. The look on his face could have killed me- I knew then that his chances of finding his favorite shell one day was a cold day in hu-ha.... he went to his seat and I got the kids settled and writing.&lt;br /&gt;I called my guy over to the carpet to confer &amp;amp; quietly pulled out my shells.... I told him about my favorite one and my children's favorite shells as well. I then asked him which one was his favorite &amp;amp; he pointed to it and told me why. Right then, without even thinking- I handed it over to him. Told him it was time to pass it on and to keep it for the day that he goes to beach. He smiled got up and went about his way...&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized that the small things in life are often as important as the big things. I realized that it's just not the four walls in my room that give my kiddos the experiences they need to become writers, but the small moments outside as well. Today I made one of my treasures very, very happy. It's the small things in life that sometime count.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SNBRH6ulrwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nR-R6okgGGs/s1600-h/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246782762352226050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SNBRH6ulrwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nR-R6okgGGs/s400/DSC01200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3346816597149811418?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3346816597149811418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3346816597149811418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3346816597149811418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3346816597149811418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/small-things-in-life.html' title='the small things in life...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SNBRH6ulrwI/AAAAAAAAAqM/nR-R6okgGGs/s72-c/DSC01200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-1300458934065329282</id><published>2008-09-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:52:40.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time goes too quickly..</title><content type='html'>there they are.... my two treasures on their very first day of school. i can still remember looking at their little baby faces wondering what they will be like when they get older. now that we have gotten to that point, it's so much more than i could ever imagine. my babies are growing up- my son the independent rule follower. always trying to do what is right and so badly wants to help others to be "good". he is so much my husband... serious with not much to say &amp;amp; when he does, you will know it is very important to him. then there is my girl... i am soaking up all the sins that i ever have made through her. such a character- no one will ever push this lil' thang around let me tell you! full of energy and spunk at all hours of the day and night. she is my mini-me from inside and out. both of these precious gifts give me a reason to be who i am today and continue on that journey. they are my life &amp;amp; fill my cup with joy.... but boy does time go by too quickly.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SM8BYio78fI/AAAAAAAAAp0/c06kKxh06fs/s1600-h/DSC01312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413612036911602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SM8BYio78fI/AAAAAAAAAp0/c06kKxh06fs/s400/DSC01312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SM8BZCYZhtI/AAAAAAAAAp8/j0nvGkHQu_w/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413620557481682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SM8BZCYZhtI/AAAAAAAAAp8/j0nvGkHQu_w/s400/DSC01342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-1300458934065329282?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1300458934065329282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=1300458934065329282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1300458934065329282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1300458934065329282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-goes-too-quickly.html' title='time goes too quickly..'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SM8BYio78fI/AAAAAAAAAp0/c06kKxh06fs/s72-c/DSC01312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-9073742926834087604</id><published>2008-09-14T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:29:16.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>narrative focus</title><content type='html'>it feels like forever since my last post.... life has taken me away from my computer lately (as well as having a piece of crap for a computer). i have so many things to share, questions to ask, and pictures to show that the posts should be flowing pretty steady the next several days. so quickly before I must try and rest my eyes..... here's the skinny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the school front&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i have been enjoying my treasures the last several weeks. we are preparing for ISTEP TESTS and moving on with our learning life. the kids are working on narratives right now. it is amazing to see how many of them are ready to get drafting N-O-W. I feel as if I am the one catching up to them. Monday I am discussing strong emotions in a narrative piece, while hosting a mini-lesson during conferring time for my treasures who are ready to start their drafting process. i would have NEVER had that last year.... cool.&lt;br /&gt;i am still trying to figure out where to take my kiddos in our reading workshop.... feel a little lost right now. not sure which road to take? this will be one of my greatest challenges this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also working on my independent writing with my kiddos. i thought of doing it with all of my kids. however, i am chicken-i know that not everyone of my babes are ready for this... so just discussing this journey with the ones who are interested and ready for a greater challenge. will post on this issue this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my home front:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kids are in school and loving it... it is so hard being a teacher mom. i know too much and that can be dangerous. both of my kids have great teachers, they love my babies and i treasure that. but part of my body just wants to be there at school with them to protect and guide them right next to their teacher. big "M" loves second grade- he is such a boy &amp;amp; really is into math this year. i find myself watching him and thinking where did our the time go. Lil "M" is full of spit and vinegar. yes, she loves her teacher too- and lord help us that her teacher still loves her! Lil' M has her best friend in the class and is such a social butterfly. i took her to school and she knew EVERYONE and their parents. cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;my husband bought a huge, huge, huge trailer. i am thinking that people are wondering if we are raising horses?!?!  it will be nice for him to have it this summer as he will do some traveling to race his RC cars.  and me.... well- i am just here. living life as normal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have lots of pictures of my classroom to share! take care everyone and have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-9073742926834087604?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/9073742926834087604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=9073742926834087604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/9073742926834087604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/9073742926834087604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/09/narrative-focus.html' title='narrative focus'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4360878353044477418</id><published>2008-08-26T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:47:59.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Am From....</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me, know that I looped with my treasures this year to 5th grade. (Did I tell you that I heart FIFTH GRADE!) My little 4th graders did some growing this summer... of course I still have some that will need some work, however, what i am seeing is pretty darn cool! I love that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I started out the year like we had just seen each other- it was back to business... LOVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to start our Writers Workshop with a special note. I wrapped their W.N.B up and put a letter to each student and focused on what I loved about them as writers and students. We decorated and enjoyed our conversations about what genre of writing we think we like the most (oh la la).&lt;br /&gt;I then had my treasures draft a poem that was taken from George Ella Lyon called Where I'm From.  I first read this poem at a summer conference with Penny Kittle (by the way, she is my new hero and a total writing rock star). The minute she shared this poem with her I HAD TO do it with my kiddos- I knew they would be ready with this great task. I introduced the poem and had a discussion-I then shared my poem.  The minute I finished my poem.... my children looked at me with a different pair of lenses. I gave insights into my life-good times and bad. I was more human to them than even before.... we talked &amp;amp; I answered questions that they needed answered. I then sent them off to have a go at it. WOW- oh man- WOW! If what they produced this week  is any indication of what we will see.... holy cheese batman! I was taken by surprise by their beautiful words and deep thinking. I will share when we launch our opening celebration this week. It's going to be a WRITE 'N' KIND OF YEAR FOLKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4360878353044477418?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4360878353044477418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4360878353044477418' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4360878353044477418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4360878353044477418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-i-am-from.html' title='Where I Am From....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-8592900821365755237</id><published>2008-08-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:19:19.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you must get this one!</title><content type='html'>I love this book!&lt;br /&gt;I am opening our Readers Workshop this year by introducing books that have a strong story line and characters. We have been charting our impressions, connections, and wonderings as well as getting in some pretty awesome character discussions as well. &lt;br /&gt;My books that focused on character were great....they are so getting the theme of my book selection and why we are focusing on the characters that stand up for themselves and help their community (it's been all about our community the  past two weeks). &lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, I wanted to get a couple of books that I can show a strong and emotional story line, yet, not be too crazy. The students picked out some of the mentors we read last year (too cool) &amp;amp; wanted to revisit them again for discussion.&lt;br /&gt;Monday I thought I would introduce a new book I bought called,  &lt;em&gt;A Taste of Colored Water. I LOOOOOVVE this book! &lt;/em&gt;It is one of those stories that capture so many discussion features that you will jump out of your seats. My students had a field day with this book just discussing the illustrations alone!  I would recommend this book for 3rd grade and up- It will be one of your best book purchases this year.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SLSoVVi9txI/AAAAAAAAApI/HfkQeSbkA7A/s1600-h/51s4jhF%252B7yL__SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238997351053244178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SLSoVVi9txI/AAAAAAAAApI/HfkQeSbkA7A/s400/51s4jhF%252B7yL__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-8592900821365755237?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8592900821365755237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=8592900821365755237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8592900821365755237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8592900821365755237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-must-get-this-one.html' title='you must get this one!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SLSoVVi9txI/AAAAAAAAApI/HfkQeSbkA7A/s72-c/51s4jhF%252B7yL__SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3076880937599243859</id><published>2008-08-17T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:13:19.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT SCHOOL YEAR MY FRIENDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;             HERE WE GOOOOOOOO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3076880937599243859?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3076880937599243859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3076880937599243859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3076880937599243859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3076880937599243859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-time.html' title='it&apos;s time...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-110623386943498499</id><published>2008-08-12T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:04:10.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH IS ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>As an educator, I have always tried to keep my thoughts, my focus, and energy on my number one priority: my students, my students, my students. I work my fanny off ALL YEAR LONG (yes, you heard me, SUMMER TOO!) to make sure that what I am doing in my field is based on best practices and focuses on what is BEST FOR MY STUDENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't pay attention to the community members who say ignorant &amp;amp;  totally rude remarks about my career, my district, or school. It usually slides off my shoulder... can't be bothered by the stupidity that runs through their head on a daily basis. HOWEVER.... there comes a time in a teacher's life when ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!! This goes out to the community members who continually belittle my job, my life, and the corporation in which I do it in!!! ENOUGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Community,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a teacher- it isn't a job for me you see, it is WHO I AM. Each day that I take a breath, I think about teaching &amp;amp; what a great responsibility I have everyday. WHAT AN HONOR I HAVE EARNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work damn hard 365 DAYS A YEAR. I take classes, I write, I think, I question, I read, I investigate, I ask, I WORK HARD making sure that the number one thing I am doing in my life's work is all for the twenty-three treasures that walk into my door everyday. I am there because IT IS WHO I AM &amp;amp; THE IMPACT IT HAS ON MY STUDENTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE YOU sit there and belittle my life's work and what I do without knowing who I am. Whether your comments are general, or specific, HOW DARE YOU sit there and judge me and my district.... have you seen my class? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DO EACH AND EVERYDAY???? NO- No you don't, and I take offense to you and your ignorant comments! I am tired, I am tired of sitting here listening to your whining, blaming, and name calling! Come into my room and work with me- work with the ones that are important, OUR CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students are wonderfully diverse, with backgrounds that will make you think twice about what blessings you have in your life! These magnificent children still need love, commitment, time, honesty, and expectations too. They are beautiful children of this world and come into my class with hopes, dreams, and the yearning to have a voice. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOUR SICK COMMENTS DO TO MY TREASURES? DO YOU THINK THEY DON'T LISTEN OR UNDERSTAND THE HATE &amp;amp; CRAP THAT FALLS OUT OF YOUR MOUTH? They feel unworthy, uncared for, and left out of life. You are doing this to MY TREASURES &amp;amp; I TAKE OFFENSE TO THAT! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come this fall, I will walk into my school, look into my treasure's eyes and see unlimited spirit and potential they all have bottled up in their little bodies. I will guide them, confer with them, read to them, laugh &amp;amp; cry with them, and challenge them to become the best that they can be beyond the tests and mandates that are piled thick and high. So, while you are sitting there and throwing your blame and ignorance in the air so others like you can soak it up- I will be changing the world twenty-three kids at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jen Barney&lt;br /&gt;Proud Educator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-110623386943498499?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/110623386943498499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=110623386943498499' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/110623386943498499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/110623386943498499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/enough-is-enough.html' title='ENOUGH IS ENOUGH'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4811720943757123115</id><published>2008-08-08T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:08:54.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to be a kid again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz8IIUygfI/AAAAAAAAAno/AEPjGdkJkso/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232334083701506546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz8IIUygfI/AAAAAAAAAno/AEPjGdkJkso/s320/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz8IgklgrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/6_4IXQuJuk0/s1600-h/DSC01255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232334090210214578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz8IgklgrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/6_4IXQuJuk0/s320/DSC01255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4811720943757123115?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4811720943757123115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4811720943757123115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4811720943757123115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4811720943757123115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-be-kid-again.html' title='to be a kid again....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz8IIUygfI/AAAAAAAAAno/AEPjGdkJkso/s72-c/DSC01257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4537953498904632089</id><published>2008-08-08T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:29:53.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slice of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz1JWzVGDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/b8jXl2-uuQc/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232326408186173490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz1JWzVGDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/b8jXl2-uuQc/s200/DSC01211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz1KvVZonI/AAAAAAAAAnA/GF1sdfTPrl8/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232326431951397490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz1KvVZonI/AAAAAAAAAnA/GF1sdfTPrl8/s200/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz1LEWJthI/AAAAAAAAAnI/liZ0eLjed04/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232326437591692818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz1LEWJthI/AAAAAAAAAnI/liZ0eLjed04/s200/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we hopped in the car early thursday morning, sun in the sky and ready to hit the road. the kids sat in the back with smiles on their face ready to watch Nim's Island for the ride to our vacation spot. it was good to be on the road- away from the stress of a long summer job and preparation of school. we knew was a quick get-a-way, but we needed it, and needed it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ride was short, even though we were curving through small towns taking our many "detours" through Ohio. as we approached our destination, my shoulders relaxed, my heart danced, and the kids were all giggles. jeff pulled into the resort and immediately drove to the inland beach area. the moment i opened the car door i melted into a world of freedom. i knew no one, and no one knew us... my family &amp;amp; i were together in a quiet secret place that was all ours. we swam, we laughed, we ate, and we rested our minds &amp;amp; soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked the beach of the resort telling each other what we would like to do "together." our first beach, our first jet-ski with the kids, our first paddle boat ride. we laughed, we talked, we sat and knew that being quiet was just fine as well.... we were together and that was all that mattered. i was amazed by this secret little resort- small &amp;amp; quaint. just perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the resort area was just as cozy.... a pool, snack bar, great restaurant, marina with boats, a wonderful view, and a long family walk before the sun was down for the night. i was happy to see my family so relaxed. we surprised the kids with their 1st DRIVE-IN MOVIE... they were in pure bliss; popcorn, drinks, and a movie all in the comfort of our van! wow- what more could a kid ask for?!?! after the movie, i laid my head down and drifted into a deep sleep in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming home today felt good- would have liked to stay longer, but the reality of life was calling us back. it was a great two days; my best friend, my beautiful children. my family &amp;amp; our first vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4537953498904632089?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4537953498904632089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4537953498904632089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4537953498904632089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4537953498904632089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/08/slice-of-life.html' title='slice of life'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SJz1JWzVGDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/b8jXl2-uuQc/s72-c/DSC01211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-8060268642692667597</id><published>2008-07-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:50:39.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoot- whoot for me!</title><content type='html'>WHOOT-WHOOT!! This ol' gal just finished ALL, did I say ALL? Oh yes, I did- ALL of her unit of study focus lessons.... what started out as a hot mess turned out to be an interesting learning opportunity. I used Lucy Calkins, Ralph Flecther, on line friends, and some other wonderfully wonderful mentors to put everything together. It was nice to see that each resource I used meshed quite nicely into one another. I am very pleased, because I didn't think that I would get all of them done (good ol' insomnia always helps)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel at ease knowing that I have a map to get started, but know that my kids may change the directions here and there... each step I am getting closer to being ready for school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-8060268642692667597?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8060268642692667597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=8060268642692667597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8060268642692667597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/8060268642692667597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoot-whoot-for-me.html' title='whoot- whoot for me!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5909968562830008404</id><published>2008-07-28T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:21:23.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.F.F- Best Friends Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SI28V9upijI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iNxzmbHcCLM/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228041827980511794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SI28V9upijI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iNxzmbHcCLM/s320/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter had her first sleep over with her best buddy. I was quite nervous- I didn't know how this would go. Do I make a list of activities to do? Do I clean the house? What type of food does she like? Will Lil' M be a be pain in the buttock when her friend is over? Whew- I was stressing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, my sweet Lil' M was in pre-party heaven. She danced around the house and asked a billion times, "Mommy, when will my b.f.f be here?" I told her soon, but Lil' M decided to just park her fanny out on the front porch call her b.f.f's name very loudly and dance around. I think she thought if she did that, she would magically appear (yes, I know, too many Disney movies going on in our house)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some loud calling and dancing around, Lil' M screamed, "Oh my gosh, she is here &amp;amp; J. brought her!" Lil' M loves her b.f.f''s daddy and was very excited to see them both. They saw each other and gave a four year old scream as they ran to give hugs. It was like a ocean of girlie-girl washed over our house. Dresses, make-up, dolls, song and dance all night long! It was beautiful-beautiful-beautiful. My little girl with her best friend forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the evening came to an end- they laid out their sleeping bags, took a bath, and watched an endless supply of Disney movies. I watched their eyes drift into a land of play and imagination....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my girl and her B.F.F!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5909968562830008404?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5909968562830008404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5909968562830008404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5909968562830008404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5909968562830008404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/bff-best-friends-forever.html' title='B.F.F- Best Friends Forever!'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SI28V9upijI/AAAAAAAAAmg/iNxzmbHcCLM/s72-c/DSC01139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3820184791401477913</id><published>2008-07-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:23:38.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my girl...</title><content type='html'>she sat on my front porch my junior year of college. her big ears and brown eyes looking at me with such innocence and love. against my mothers wishes, my fiance, now husband felt as if she was to be mine. she came from the Michigan pound and even though she was just a puppy, she was one day from being put down. the staff at the pound named her Faith and i felt that it fit her  just perfect knowing that is what she must have had -faith- to wait patiently for her new mommy and daddy to save her. that day, her name became Faith Haley Barney to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure if it was faith that needed my family or if it was my family that needed her. she came into all of our lives at a time that needed  some sunshine. she was that little something that kept us going. she snuggled us when we were lonely, made us laugh when we wanted to cry, and loved us when we needed a push in the right direction.  faith was there when my grandmother passed away, when i married my best friend, when my children were born, and when we bought our dream home together. she was there for it all- good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith has slowed down in the past few years. she no longer does her crazy run or plays ball with excitement or glee. now, faith looks forward to her treats, her boy mason, and small moments that we can rub her belly. she is my first puppy.... my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIvWpd1bVdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/YDsggPeHE_E/s1600-h/DSC01150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227507800365290962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIvWpd1bVdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/YDsggPeHE_E/s320/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3820184791401477913?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3820184791401477913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3820184791401477913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3820184791401477913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3820184791401477913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-i-get-holla.html' title='my girl...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIvWpd1bVdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/YDsggPeHE_E/s72-c/DSC01150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7033573723984563692</id><published>2008-07-24T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:57:02.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIkIrWhh3OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zSGwga9BjII/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226718383413779682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIkIrWhh3OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zSGwga9BjII/s400/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7033573723984563692?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7033573723984563692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7033573723984563692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7033573723984563692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7033573723984563692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIkIrWhh3OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zSGwga9BjII/s72-c/DSC01160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6710059018085903388</id><published>2008-07-23T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:03:55.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>capture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdWZFgLAdI/AAAAAAAAAlc/EYKzK_IYzLg/s1600-h/mosaic3861642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226240881560584658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdWZFgLAdI/AAAAAAAAAlc/EYKzK_IYzLg/s320/mosaic3861642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6710059018085903388?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6710059018085903388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6710059018085903388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6710059018085903388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6710059018085903388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/capture.html' title='capture'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdWZFgLAdI/AAAAAAAAAlc/EYKzK_IYzLg/s72-c/mosaic3861642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7574815734129674278</id><published>2008-07-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:55:40.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdKeKVbkbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cvEmzMixJ2E/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226227774617522610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdKeKVbkbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cvEmzMixJ2E/s320/DSC01165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the day was perfect. the lake was peaceful and the air was cool- sarah and i sat on a bench enjoying the solitude of the early evening while spending time together just getting away from the bustle of our busy lives. we were excited to meet up with five amazing women for an evening of great conversation and food.&lt;br /&gt;as i sit there gathered around these ladies i realized that friendships aren't always built based on someone you have known all your life or living right down the street for morning coffee everyday. tonight i learned that friendships can be created by laughter, passion, good conversation, and the love we have for living in life's moment no matter where you live or how far away you are. tonight i learned that six women who are so very different can be connected in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;it was a great night with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7574815734129674278?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7574815734129674278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7574815734129674278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7574815734129674278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7574815734129674278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdKeKVbkbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/cvEmzMixJ2E/s72-c/DSC01165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-1004164292747721907</id><published>2008-07-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:59:44.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wordless wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdHU6b97WI/AAAAAAAAAk8/21SEZiUAQ8Y/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226224317196266850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdHU6b97WI/AAAAAAAAAk8/21SEZiUAQ8Y/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-1004164292747721907?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1004164292747721907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=1004164292747721907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1004164292747721907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1004164292747721907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='wordless wednesday'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SIdHU6b97WI/AAAAAAAAAk8/21SEZiUAQ8Y/s72-c/DSC01053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-2404420206276070729</id><published>2008-07-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:47:28.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learn as we go...</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to sit down and start creating my mini-lesson structures for my units of study this year. At first I just sat and stared at all the units.... it was overwhelming! I kept thinking that there is no way in hoopie-poo that I am going to do this by myself! I was flustered and just wanted to quit!!! I then went away from the table and went for a run/walk. During this time I thought about how I am going to tackle this for myself and my students?  I want to have at least the first three units done before we start school (TALL ORDER I KNOW). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then thought about how I would want my students to handle this if we were in the classroom and they were the ones lost in their understanding and learning process. This year is going to be all about living the journey with my treasures. If I want them to take these risks and use the strategies we have learned, then I must do this as well. So... this is what I decided to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and got out all of my professional books that had anything to do with the units for the year. Pulled out the true blue Lucy Calkins set and began to make some notes &amp;amp; ideas on how I could use the lessons  as well as incorporating the other books I have. I then began to type, and it just started to pour out. I used a lot of what Lucy had in her books- my students are ready for her &amp;amp; I want to stretch them this year. However, I did tweak it to fit our classroom and time frame needed.  I was so excited that I finished the first and second unit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this all was said and done, it was easier than it first seemed.  I need to remember this moment for the school year. I need to share with my students that the stress and frustration they often have in their own learning is very much the same for adults. Thinking through what I wanted to accomplish, what background do I already have, what resources are in front of me, and how do I want to attack this- with passion or doubt?  It is what we do with that frustration that makes the greatest impact on our learning.  Can't wait until tomorrow to continue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-2404420206276070729?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/2404420206276070729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=2404420206276070729' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2404420206276070729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/2404420206276070729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/learn-as-we-go.html' title='learn as we go...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-3228259052711385332</id><published>2008-07-15T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:37:16.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 random things...</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by Cathy for 6 random things about me. Here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a total pool rat!!! Seriously- my children and I are at the pool EVERYDAY, ALL DAY&lt;br /&gt;    LONG. Love, love, love it!&lt;br /&gt;2. I love quietness... I am a pretty loud person, but love the silence of my home at night.&lt;br /&gt;3. I played RUGBY in college &amp;amp; was a very good runner.&lt;br /&gt;4. I rub my face when I sleep.... and usually wake myself up doing it! YIKES...&lt;br /&gt;5. I am generally a happy &amp;amp; humorous person all the time- I surely don't act my age!&lt;br /&gt;6. My mom only lives eight houses away from me!  I wouldn't have it any other way, heck, I'd&lt;br /&gt;    live with her if I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-3228259052711385332?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/3228259052711385332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=3228259052711385332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3228259052711385332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/3228259052711385332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-random-things.html' title='6 random things...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6722522256597803281</id><published>2008-07-10T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:51:04.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee time again...</title><content type='html'>once again,  it is that time of the year when sarah  &amp;amp; I get together for our "Before the School Year Starts  Coffee Moments." i love our meetings- it usually begins by selecting our coffee and just settling down to relax, knowing that we are about to have grown-up conversations!&lt;br /&gt;we sit and get out all of our pens (by the way sarah, give kirsten her pen back!) and notebooks,  starting to go over our districts new units of study for writing workshop- both sarah and I are so very excited about the units of study! WAY TO GO FWCS FACILITATORS!! we both discussed how easy launching will be with our treasures this year. we went over some possible mini-lessons and books to use as mentors for our kiddos. we also looked at the book she is reading, Note Book Know How. The author, Aimee Buckner has so many wonderful thoughts &amp;amp; revisiting what she had to say is always a double plus. i love our discussions because i walk away with so many awesome ideas and thoughts. what a way to lift my excitement and drive for the new year!&lt;br /&gt;of course, before the evening ends, we just enjoy the moment- talking  about our family, friends, health, random coffee patrons, &amp;amp; anything else that pops in our heads. never a dull moment with miss sarah. then as the evening comes to an end, we get our belongings and discuss our next coffee ex-trav-i-ganza. nothing like a good evening with good coffee, good discussion, and a great friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6722522256597803281?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-4668182243891116404</id><published>2008-07-08T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:43:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do next</title><content type='html'>i went into my classroom today. wow- is it a disaster pit! i will take pictures and post it because it is NO WHERE NEAR being done. i have moved into a bigger and brighter room that looks out to the small wooded lot (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;)! i can't wait to see how my "vision" of my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade classroom will look when it's complete.&lt;br /&gt;i am currently going through all my books and getting them ordered the way the kids had put them last year- another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt; because my treasures are looping with me and voted to keep the library the same!  so, i think that i may ask some of my students to meet me at school and help me set up the lovely little section and do some serious book labeling from the used book donation we had at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;i have also put together  several small boxes of BRAND NEW books that i am going to wrap. on the first week, they will get into groups and open their presents... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt; can't wait to see how excited they will be when they see that i bought most of the books they had on their class wish list!&lt;br /&gt;while i was organizing i was thinking about my first read aloud for my big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' fifth grade treasures. what to do, what to do? does anyone out there have any suggestions about this. i want something that will make a big wham and start the year with some great discussions. the kids LOVED the books by P.W. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cantanese&lt;/span&gt; and thought about starting out from the author we stopped with. if you have any thoughts please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;before i left, i sat and made a long list of the new things that my class will bring this year. here's some of my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. type and print weekly class quotes.  2. strategy/skill wall    3. words of inspiration wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do next? what to do next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4668182243891116404?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-7337418039129889797</id><published>2008-07-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:28:05.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>run jenny, run!</title><content type='html'>once upon a time there was this lovely college girl who ran all the time. she ran to class, ran for exercise, ran during rugby practice, and just ran and ran and ran. as time passed,  this lovely athletic girl grew up, got a job, got married, and had babies. the running stopped. the lovely girl was sad- her body was no longer the tight and muscular frame it was in the past. it just sat there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day this lovely little girl told herself it was time to take care of her body again. she walked- walked and then ran- then ran some more. today this lovely little girl ran and ran and ran and ran.... take for granted, this lovely little girl still doesn't have the hot college body that she once knew of  (or will she ever). however, she feels good. good to be feeling healthy and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lovely  girl put her head on the soft and cool pillow, thinking tuesday evening will once again be.... run jenny, run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-7337418039129889797?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7337418039129889797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=7337418039129889797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/7337418039129889797'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-4949310959062636109?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4949310959062636109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=4949310959062636109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4949310959062636109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/4949310959062636109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/07/teaching.html' title='teaching'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6535055664405336315</id><published>2008-06-29T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:55:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walking with dinosaurs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGf1llBrS5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/iKblewKbXbA/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217408719275117458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGf1llBrS5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/iKblewKbXbA/s200/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGf1l44MnHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ywFAQUHExko/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217408724604066930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGf1l44MnHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ywFAQUHExko/s200/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGf1mQoQCgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/uz2tyNsEMfw/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217408730979633666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGf1mQoQCgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/uz2tyNsEMfw/s200/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took my son and his friend to see Walking With Dinosaurs May 30th. It was a great end-of-the-year celebration for us. we were very excited to see if this productions was a great as everyone had told us. we were not disappointed! we had great seats and got to see all the action up close. i was amazed at how life like they were... even had eye goopies! my son and his friend kept telling us that it was the best night of their life! my husband, mother, and i enjoyed it too! i recommend seeing this awesome production- it is worth the price of tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6535055664405336315?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6535055664405336315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6535055664405336315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6535055664405336315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6535055664405336315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-with-dinosaurs.html' title='walking with dinosaurs....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGf1llBrS5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/iKblewKbXbA/s72-c/DSC00929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5664111873970286809</id><published>2008-06-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:01:11.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not about the win...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbzURsQgtI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wWVfB6w8l3Q/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124748027265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbzURsQgtI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wWVfB6w8l3Q/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbzUp24FZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/upNwrFzwTm0/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124754514253202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbzUp24FZI/AAAAAAAAAjM/upNwrFzwTm0/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  i come from a very long line of wonderful athletes who are amazing ball players.  i grew up with the game. long nights at the diamonds are one of my fondest memories.  i grew up playing sports, being competitive, and being part of a team. i loved playing... not because of the, "I WANT TO WIN" attitude, but because it gave me a sense of pride, focus, and sportsmanship. i learned that it wasn't about the win, it was about learning, laughing, and being there for the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the moment that my kids could get into activities i wanted them to be apart of that- not because i want them to be a great athlete, but to be apart of something bigger. a community of people who support each other and are there for each other. i wanted my kids to feel that pride that my husband and i felt being part of a team. when my son asked to play baseball this year i was so excited! our first real moment for him to have this experience. i was nervous.... was he ready to commit and be apart of this challenge? my goals for him were to learn the game and have fun. period- to win wasn't important. it was something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son started the season very raw. he only played T-ball and never really hit from a pitching machine or caught a pop fly before. yes, very, very, very raw i tell you. however, he was excited about every practice, every game, and every moment of playing. he LOVED being part of the team. everything about it.  from the uniforms to the boys getting to wear cups! he loved saying, "hey batter, batter.... swing!"  he loved rooting his teammates and giving high fives. telling them that they did a great job. he loved learning. he became an excellent hitter and learned so much about throwing  from the outfield. he had AMAZING coaches who didn't yell, curse, or belittle the kids. they worked with them and praised them for what they did well.  he grew, he laughed, he learned. he was so excited and would talk about the good things that happened and how cool it is to get a free pop at the end of the game. he had fun. he learned. he grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the end. the end of a great season. you would have thought that my son had won the championship game, but they didn't. they were second from last. but not from my son's mind. he didn't want it to end. he told me how much fun he was having and that he thinks that next year he might want to be the catcher. he told me how he will miss his buddies and should practice with his friend at the park more. he learned. he grew. he had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the closing ceremonies. every team has a most improved and best sportsmanship award.&lt;br /&gt;my son got the most sportsmanship award. he was so proud of himself. i asked him why he thought he got the award for having sportsmanship. he simply said, "it wasn't because i was really good, it was because i love the game." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about this tonight. how can i help my treasures and other adults understand that it's not about the win, the high test scores, or even being the best?  it's about the love of the game.&lt;br /&gt;the love of learning, the love of being apart of something bigger. my son grew just a little more today. he learned. he had fun. he knew it's not about the win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5664111873970286809?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5664111873970286809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5664111873970286809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5664111873970286809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5664111873970286809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-about-win.html' title='it&apos;s not about the win...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbzURsQgtI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wWVfB6w8l3Q/s72-c/DSC01025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-6616049205074597341</id><published>2008-06-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:23:33.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new books.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbw3XrYIPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/B2Dkte_65MY/s1600-h/base_media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217122052394721522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbw3XrYIPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/B2Dkte_65MY/s200/base_media.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbwxnuQmsI/AAAAAAAAAi0/YeENAsEfZ8o/s1600-h/13949051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217121953622563522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbwxnuQmsI/AAAAAAAAAi0/YeENAsEfZ8o/s200/13949051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; teacher + money + books = YIKES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ventured to the bookstore today. my kids LOOOVE going there and hanging out and i love looking  all around  for great books that i can fall into. this love for books doesn't go without having its problems though because everyone who knows me, knows that i am a tight wad! (yes, stick a piece of coal in my butt and next week it will be a diamond!)  I never get books from the expensive store, but I HAD to get these books for several reasons....first one being that my treasures had an extensive conversation this year on courage and what it means to be courageous. saw the little book called COURAGE and it called to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; second, my students fell in love with Erin Hunter! it is every teachers dream.... picture a student bringing in a book for a book chat- kids become interested and start asking some great questions and then, BAM!!!! everyone in the room is reading those books and that author. well, that is what happened in my room this year - rock stars i tell you! i am not so much a fan of the Warriors books, but those treasures are and i want to surprise them this fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;any who... i bought 4 new books. three Warrior books that are GRAPHIC NOVELS (too cool) and one lovely book titled, Courage! If you want a great community meeting read, i would suggest Courage! so, new books at a high price- all for the love of my treasures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-6616049205074597341?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/6616049205074597341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=6616049205074597341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6616049205074597341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/6616049205074597341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-books.html' title='new books.....'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SGbw3XrYIPI/AAAAAAAAAi8/B2Dkte_65MY/s72-c/base_media.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-1791654687632681241</id><published>2008-06-24T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:39:54.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins...</title><content type='html'>The past two days I have been in teacher heaven. I spent two AMAZING days among friends. Learning, writing, sharing, giving, listening, talking, and anything in between at the All-Write Conference in Indiana. I walk into the conference with my head ready to soak up the words that pour out of these wonderful author's and coaches mouths. I bask in their ideas and love of reading and writing as they take me on this trip of understanding and clarity. After it is over and I am in the arms of my family again, I begin my journey. My journey to sort all of this amazing understanding into something that will help those twenty-two treasures become the best writers and readers they can be. SOOOO this is what I am thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need to be a steward of reading and writing &amp;amp; to continue to show them my continual growth over the summer as a writer. I must let them see my process, my thoughts, and my writing openly and honestly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Push that envelope of comfort in my teaching. I will dabble on the road of INDEPENDENT WRITING this year with my FIFTH GRADERS (i have all 23 of the same students again this year). I will need to step out of that zone of comfort and safety. This will be open to help from ANYONE WHO WANTS TO HELP ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Be that teacher that I want for my children. My son will be in the second grade. He is beautiful and loves, loves, loves learning. I want the BEST for him this fall. Someone who will lift his understanding, immerse him in his reading and writing. Most importantly, someone who will share his love of LEARNING. Every child must have this opportunity.... my treasures will.&lt;br /&gt;4. BALANCE- This year I need to balance myself as an educator, wife, mom, daughter, sister, and friend. I am busy- and I mean busy. Need to focus on what really matters in my life. This will be my hardest task, but if I want to be a great educator, mommy, and wife then I have to be a good me (does that make any sense)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..... love the days when i am thinking and creating and writing and listening, and starting my journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-1791654687632681241?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1791654687632681241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=1791654687632681241' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1791654687632681241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/1791654687632681241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins...'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4592575262901259340.post-5205578523383518715</id><published>2008-06-17T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:30:22.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SFhlFuxSemI/AAAAAAAAAig/dt-1R1zXPA8/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213027717809863266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SFhlFuxSemI/AAAAAAAAAig/dt-1R1zXPA8/s400/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SFhk4__LQ3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZsYEqd8th9k/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213027499093214066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SFhk4__LQ3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/ZsYEqd8th9k/s400/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep, these two are mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVE IT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4592575262901259340-5205578523383518715?l=jenteacherslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5205578523383518715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4592575262901259340&amp;postID=5205578523383518715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5205578523383518715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4592575262901259340/posts/default/5205578523383518715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenteacherslife.blogspot.com/2008/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Jen Barney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05907949160401264885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_73HM9BkgCfs/SFhlFuxSemI/AAAAAAAAAig/dt-1R1zXPA8/s72-c/DSC00723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
