Our classroom is brimming with all kinds of talents. Everyone has their own particular gifts, and we make it a point in our classroom to celebrate each student and the unique gifts and talents they bring to our classroom. This week we completed a writing prompt about a day at the beach (wishful thinking, anyone?). Students were given a prompt--a sentence fragment--and had ten minutes to write the beginnings of a story. Students then read their story out loud to the class, and students voted on their top 3 stories---the three they would most want to keep reading.
The prompt: Someone is walking along the beach when something washes onto shore--something she never would have expected. What does she find? Why is it important? How does it affect him/her?
Guess who made most of the lists and has agreed to share her story on our very own class blog? Ladies and gentlemen...HERE'S ADRIANA!!!
PS---We can't wait to hear the rest of the story, Adriana :)
Michelle walked along the beach shore, hair tousled by the wing and getting more tangled by the minute. It was a perfect day---the sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, and the water lapped pleasantly at her feet. She stepped lightly on the damp sand, lost in her own thoughts yet halfheartedly scanning the beach for sea shells. Suddenly, she felt something stub her toe in the wet sand. She tripped and caught herself and stooped to find what had tripped her. It was a small book, leather bound, pages clinging together and slightly slimy from its stint in the water. It smelled vaguely of campfire smoke. The spine was battered but intact, with small silver lettering that read My Diary 1990- . There was no name on the front cover, but when Michelle finally did pry it open, careful not to tear the fragile pages, a small photograph fell out. She picked it up and gaped, astonished---it was her!
The prompt: Someone is walking along the beach when something washes onto shore--something she never would have expected. What does she find? Why is it important? How does it affect him/her?
Guess who made most of the lists and has agreed to share her story on our very own class blog? Ladies and gentlemen...HERE'S ADRIANA!!!
PS---We can't wait to hear the rest of the story, Adriana :)
Michelle walked along the beach shore, hair tousled by the wing and getting more tangled by the minute. It was a perfect day---the sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, and the water lapped pleasantly at her feet. She stepped lightly on the damp sand, lost in her own thoughts yet halfheartedly scanning the beach for sea shells. Suddenly, she felt something stub her toe in the wet sand. She tripped and caught herself and stooped to find what had tripped her. It was a small book, leather bound, pages clinging together and slightly slimy from its stint in the water. It smelled vaguely of campfire smoke. The spine was battered but intact, with small silver lettering that read My Diary 1990- . There was no name on the front cover, but when Michelle finally did pry it open, careful not to tear the fragile pages, a small photograph fell out. She picked it up and gaped, astonished---it was her!
