Friday June 26

Friday June 26, 2009
So exactly where does this electronic journal hide? That might be a question I should have asked before now.
As we started the day with the class journal it became apparent that the controversy of death running in threes was still causing dissention in our otherwise happy little group. Luckily we avoided more discomfort the issue presentd when Bob immediately transitioned us into the morning write. The prompt from Penny Kittle about lunching with our students, and the discoveries made outside the classroom . Since we are now only sharing a blurb from our piece I have no idea how anyone responded to this prompt. Even me. Seems that if I don’t read it orally I didn’t write it. If you fall into the same category I apologize. The change was brought about by my whining.
Tonya presented the final demo for Summer Institute 2009. We were not disappointed by the Paleolithic and Neolithic Era. I won’t be teaching her lesson to my third graders, but I plan on using several of her strategies in my class.
After lunch we were treated by a visit by last year’s TC Courtney Brooke Morgan ( now) Pritchard.
She and Cynthia Ooten came by to help Mary and Judy edit our pieces for publication in the anthology. It was during the editing/project work time when a discussion about Crystal’s encounter with recording artist about Corey Smith, that a plot to kidnap one of our fellows surfaced. However many of us did not show any concern for the intended victim, Aaron. The general reaction seemed to be that it sounded like a good idea. There are worse things than going Cincinnatti with Crystal and April.
While Summer Institute is rapidly winding down, I hope that the relationship this group of writers has built over the past 3 months will continue. Summer Institute is only the threshold of National Writing Project. I encourage you to enter its world of opportunity for growth both professional and personal.

NOTE Laura Tracy Baisden did not write this, but if it is left anonymous, it is open to malicious hacking...