Slice-of-Life Day Fifteen Entries: One Father…One Daughter...

What is it about the service men and women who guard the tomb of the Unknown Soldier? 
by Kevin Alisesky, 5^th Grade Parent, Heritage

What is it about the service men and women that guard the tomb of the Unknown Soldier? 

No fanfare.  No glitz.  Same routine.  Over and Over. 

Is it that every guard takes the same amount of steps, clicks and formations?  

Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, for months, years and decades.  

Is it that they never stop?  Through snow, hail and hurricanes. 

Is it that they do not do this for themselves, but for others?  

Always for others.  Giving us the constant reminder that we shall never forget.  

Never letting us forget that all we have is because of the Unknown. 

Is it because only an incredibly select few have the honor to guard the Unknown?  

The ultimate honor.  

What is it about the service men and women that guard the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?

Written during the 5^th grade parent/child writing marathon.

by Lily A, 5^th Grade Heritage

I paint the sky pink, orange, yellow and purple. As I fall below the sea watching the stars appear above me. Knowing that I will rise again at dusk tomorrow. As I sink lower and lower I know that I will rise again tomorrow at dawn. People coming from all around watching me, just watching me rise. As I wrap my arms around the sky changing its normal blue to my famous pink. I smile knowing that I’m making the world more beautiful, then I slowly creep behind the mountain peak.

I am the sunset

Slice-of-Life Day Fourteen Entry

As lower school squeezes through the cracks of the year, time passes by the day. Temptation forms as the countdown to the end of Heritage slowly disappears, day by day. 5th almost over. Heritage is part of our heart. It’s part of our soul. It’s part of our lives. School is almost over, and soon, my eyes will fill with tears. The temptation pushes me to see to see Heritage go by. Temptation pulls me to say goodbye to my favorite school. But it’s time to move on in life. Soon, 5th graders from Sloan, Newlonsburg, and Heritage will group together and form into big 6th graders. A whole new cycle of learning begins. All the memories of Heritage will be remembered and shared. Our favorite teachers will be remembered. Everything from Heritage will be remembered even the day we became kindergartners. When we move to the junior high, we’ll be the little ones again, but a different type. We’ll be the ones that sit in the front of the bus. We’re the ones that will not do announcements. It’ll be a whole new cycle of learning. The last day will arrive soon and nobody will know what to do. We will say farewell to Heritage.

Slice-of-Life Day Thirteen Entries

What is it about Pencils?

by Luciana P, 5^th Grade Heritage

What is it about No.2 pencils?                                                          

Crack!

The lead breaking from the end of my pencil.

Me getting mad that it happens every 2 seconds.

The sharpener running over and over again so the pencil can get a fresh start.

What is it about No.2 pencils?

Writing 1,000 words on the page for me like it’s a slave.

Getting smaller and smaller until you can’t grip your fingers around it.

What is it about No.2 pencils?

The cardboard box sitting on my desk with pencils in it, 20 count.

Cracking and breaking until you can’t take it anymore.

And maybe this time I will use a mechanical pencil.

Until it runs out of lead,

And once again, I will be mad, over and over again.

Written during the 5^th grade parent/child writing marathon.

What is it about Meadowink?

by Peyton C, 5^th Grade Heritage

What is it about Meadowink?

The diving boards

The cool water on hot summer days

The end of swim team party

Swimming with friends

The awesome coaches

What is it about Meadowink?

The rainy swim meets

The loud cheers we all scream

The cannon ball contest that I never win

Playing tag in the pool

Or team picture day

What is it about Meadowink?

Getting my new team suit

When Jodi tells me that I’m going to champs

Or winning a ribbon or a medal

What is it about Meadowink?

Parents as Writing Partners at Heritage Elementary

On Friday, May 27th, students and parents of Mrs. Saddler's 5th grade class participated in an all-day, outdoor writing marathon. Both parent and child grabbed a notebook and pen and set off on a writing adventure together. The marathon trail guide consisted of writing stops including: narrative, poetry, sketching, storytelling, and sharing.  The weather cooperated for an extraordinary day of writing relaxation finding shade and inspiration under the trees on the grounds of the Franklin Regional school campus. Among the many parent comments shared was this one, "Today is a day, I'll never forget. It was such an amazing experience to spend the day writing with my child."

Slice-of-Life Day Twelve Entries

What is it about Midnight?
by Amber M, 5th Grade Heritage

What is it about midnight?
The hour of night, or morning.
The hour of the unknown.
Is it the 15th of May or the 16th?
The hour when my eyes get soooo droopy,
But my brain is awake.
Awake and alive telling me,
Telling me just one hour more
Of reading won’t kill me.

What is it about midnight?
Maybe the messy bun,
With my little wispies all over my head.

What is it about midnight?
Maybe it’s my light.
The bright, golden glow of my light
That hangs off my desk.
Or maybe it’s my books.
Oh my gods, (LOL book reference) my books.
My lovely stacks of paper.
And no, it’s not just paper and words,
And it’s not just the alphabet repeated
Over and over again.
It’s so much more than that!
My books are full of emotion,
Of horror,
Than happiness
My books are full of edge.
My books are not audio books.
Not e-books.
My books do not make me suffer.
No pain in my eyes as I read through.
No pain like I would have trying to read the horrible tiny letters on my iPod,
With its disgraceful white background
That gives me a headache.
You couldn’t imagine,
Maybe, it’s the pages.
The off-white paper with perfect black
Letters that are everything but fake.

What is it about midnight?
What is it that pulls the covers closer?
My eyelids wider open.
The urge to know what happens next.
Just one more page.
No five.
No, one more chapter.
Soon, it’s one
And my mom tells me it’s lights off.
But I will never forget midnight.




My Puppy
by Noah F, 3rd Grade Heritage

Almost two times a week
The same thing happens
Someone in my family
Steps in Hershey’s pee.

Our puppy is a ninja.
When we are not watching he disappears
He tiptoes quietly
To find a place to go to the bathroom
In our house!

Sometimes he goes outside
But not enough
But now he’s good at it a little
He just stands at the door
And waits.
That’s our ninja pup.

Slice-of-Life Day Eleven Entries

Being Sick
by Annica A, Heritage 5th Grade
Tissue after tissue
Making a giant pile
My nose starts to feel raw
And my nose won’t stop clogging
I feel awful after every single sneeze
I cough until my throat feels sore
I stay in bed
With a box of tissues by my side
My stuffed animals keep me company
While I stay in bed
I have to take disgusting fruity flavored medicine
That makes me want to barf (yuck!)
I have to stay home from school while everyone else is learning
Though I hate being sick
There is still a good part
Mom makes her famous homemade chicken noodle soup (yum!)
And I get to eat it in bed (yay!)
My family hugs me,
They keep me warm
They bring love to me
While resting in bed
And being sick



The Barbie Car
by Rachel P, 3rd Grade Heritage

As long as I can remember I think about the Barbie car.
On nice warm days we go on the brown driveway
My little sister Emily is throwing a fit (as usual)
because she wants to drive the Barbie car.
Then she stops… My  mom tells  her that she can drive
the Barbie car.
My head starts arguing with
the other side of my brain:
Should I trust her or not?
Should I trust her to drive?
We hop in the Barbie car.
I close my eyes…
It is not so bad after all. We drive for minutes
Then we go inside and I say
“I will not forget
this day.”

Slice-of-Life Day Ten Entries

Hockey with Jim
By Nick M, 3rd Grade Heritage

Every day, after school
Jim is playing hockey.
I drop my book bag and
Grab my stick and I start playing, too.
He says,“ Pick a team!” I pick one
(Mostly the pens).
He picks one, too (Mostly the blues).
Every day, after school
He drops the ball and we play,
He scores first and he ends up winning 5-4.
Just like always.
We play another game. I score first, I win.
(Most of the time).
Every day, after school
We never finish the third game.
I take the ball towards the wall
And he comes running in
He body checks me I hit the wall.
I go down. It hurts.
Every day, after school
I score and I win.
Mostly.
He whines, he complains. I tell him it’s okay.
But he wants to play again.
But it happens the same.
He doesn’t try again.
Every day, after school
Jim is playing hockey.



The Owner of Two
by Deven R, 3rd Grade Heritage

I sometimes start my day
By going to see my dogs.
Down the long, dark hall
And into my parent’s room.
I walk in and see my big lazy dog, Bone
Curled up in a ball
And Milo laying down weakly.
I give them a nice scratch on the head and move on.
My mom comes down with Bone and Milo.
They want to go potty so I let them out.
They come in, I give them a treat.
Then I start my day with a smile on my face,
Knowing that I’m an owner of two!

Slice-of-Life Day Nine Entries: One Teacher…One Student

Shower in the Basement
by: Mrs. Proviano

What’s with grandparents and
Showers in the basement…
517 Roslyn Place had one
Dark, cold, musty with a rusty drain
I thought…
How could anyone shower in the basement?
But Pappy always did
Nestled in the corner
Across from the stationary tub
And washer and dryer was…
The shower in the basement
Living at 517 while in 3rd grade
I never dared to enter
The shower in the basement
Who wants to be nice and clean
Walking out onto cold concrete
And a musty smell?
Now, twenty-seven years later
Guess who’s showering in the basement?
Moving into my husband’s grandparent’s house
It’s the only shower
So if I want to be clean…
I have to shower in the basement!!

One Of 3
By: Lily A, 5th Grade Heritage

Since I can remember I’ve been one of three.
Joey, Nick, and me.
Joey 13, me 11, and Nick 9.
One of three kids jumping on the trampoline.
Drinking mom’s homemade iced tea by the gallon.
One of three that could watch TV forever
(but I don’t)
One of three who looks just like mom, freckles-brown hair and all.
One of three with the biggest, brightest blue eyes.
I’m the one cheering the loudest when my brothers are up to bat.
I’m the one who can shop for hours, just spending mom and dad’s money.
I’m the one that is usually left out, but that’s ok too because I hate to wrestle anyways.
I’m the one that could hang out with friends all day-  laughing and talking.
I’m the one who has to make everything a competition.
I’m the one, who always has to get the front seat, but sometimes Joey gets the front seat
and that’s ok too.
I’m the one that is a girl, middle child, and daddy’s girl (and sometimes mom’s)
And when it’s just the three of us,
it’s a different kind of three
and that’s ok too.

Slice-of-Life Day Eight Entries

Berries with Three
by Taylor Lockwood

Almost every day in the hot summer
When mom was at work
Me and Grandpa would go blueberry and blackberry picking in the yard.
And almost every day we used a different basket, box, pan, or pot.
Some berries were squashed and would stain the containers.
We would stack them in the sink and forget to clean them
Which was hard the next time we needed to make food.
And every time when we were picking berries some would vanish out of the basket
(and right into my mouth).
Or sometimes they would go into a delicious blackberry or blueberry pie.
Now we have a new addition -
My brother.
So now it’s not two but three – Grandpa, Vander, and me.
Now three picking berries.
Now three making pies.
Now three having fun.



Sneaky Lawrence
by Simone Stewart

Back in the days years ago
When my brother and I were younger
He would sneak
Sneak… sneak candy.
It all led to candy.

Mom would never let us
We were disappointed
Always.
So we had to sneak.
We knew it was bad for us but…
We never cared.
                     
So Lawrence would sneak
When Mom was sleeping
Into the kitchen.
He’d grab a handful of mints or Tootsie Rolls.
Once he had them in his hands
He ran.

Once a week at least
Always sneaking candy
Until Mom figured him out.
Now he sneaks… sneaks…
Nothing.

Dino-mite 2nd grade performance

Congratulations to the amazing 2nd graders as they sang and danced their way back 65 million years ago!   The whole 2nd grade taught the audience how Fossils and Footprints help us learn of things we never knew before!  Did you know that Ankylosaurus was an armored dinosaur?  Did you know that Stegosaurus was an herbivore?  Did you know that T-Rex was the meanest dinosaur to ever live?  Did you know that Pterasaurs flew in the sky while dinosaurs roamed the earth?  These 2nd graders know it all and then some!  It was a dino-mite performance filled with spirit and pizazz.  Thank you to Ms. Tamburro for her musical talents during Music class the past few weeks.   We are so proud of our 2nd graders!

Dinosaur Day #2 in Second Grade

Today’s Dinosaur adventure continued with a grade level rotation of hands on activities!  The 2^nd graders visited 4 stations presented by the Carnegie Museum of Natural History’s outreach program.  They even got to make a real cast jacket to protect a Tyrannosaurus Rex claw fossil…and take it home!  The students collaborated to write and illustrate a non-fiction class book depicting a dinosaur for every letter of the alphabet!  Everyone enjoyed some great research time too as they explored the literature from our own Heritage Library!  Thanks to the generous PTO and the creative 2^nd grade teachers for putting together a Dino-mite day filled with learning.

Dinosaur Days in 2nd Grade

The 2nd graders of Heritage Elementary had an amazing time Encountering Spinosaurus today! Thanks to the generosity of our PTO and the amazing talents of the Carnegie Museum of Natural History, all 2nd graders were able to see how big a  life size baby Spinosaurus would have been at age 6.  They learned how and where this dinosaur lived based on the great findings and discoveries of paleontologists.  This amazing presentation is an extension activity provided to our students as we dig into our science unit on Dinosaurs.  We all had an amazing time!  Thank you to our amazing PTO!

Slice-of-Life Day Seven Entries: One Teacher…One “Kindergarten” Student

One of Eleven
by Mrs. Sherwin

Since I can remember I have been one of eleven
One of eleven kids in our family
Donna, Al, Mike, Lisa, Doug, Dan, Brian, Kara, Lynn, Krista, and me
One of eleven kids that huddled in front of the Buck Stove to keep warm
Eating Mom’s homemade popcorn
I’m the one that climbs trees, digs up worms, and walks the creek looking for crayfish
I’m the one with the light brown hair and big hazel eyes with the scraped up knees
I’m the one who complains when Kara, Lynn, and Krista try to imitate me
Yet I style their hair so they look just like me
I’m the one who hates it when Dad makes us pick up apples with bees swarming all around
I’m the one that secretly didn’t like moving to the farm
I would have rather grown up in Upper St Clair by “our park” and stayed with our friends
One of eleven fishing and swimming in the lake
Whispering late at night in the “kids” tent on our camping trips
Eventually the “big kids” got older and left for college and got married
One by one they left…Donna, Al, Mike, Lisa, Doug, Dan
Being one of eleven felt a little different when we didn’t all live together
But we still had Dad’s burnt barbecue chicken to enjoy
Mom’s potato salad and pineapple upside down cake
Cold, fresh sun tea
Times changed
We’ve changed
But in the end, I’ll always be one of eleven


Snowflake
by Brianna B, Heritage Kindergarten

My cat’s name is Snowflake.
Snowflake is one of the babies.
I like to play with Snowflake.
My cat is white.
She looks like a snowflake.

Slice-of-Life Day Six Entries: One Teacher…One Student

Fire
by Dan Taylor

What is it about fire?
The radiant, orange and yellow flames that seem to dance uncontrollably.
The mesmerizing effect which makes me lose track of time,
transporting me to some distant place only to be drawn back to full consciousness
by the crackle and pop of an exploding piece of log.
What is it about fire?
The heat, which overpowers the chill of a cool October night,
and can transform a marshmallow from white and spongy to golden brown and gooey,
oozing down the prongs of  the skewer, its shape continuously mutating.
What is it about fire?
An invitation to gather around and stare, one that can’t be refused.
Bringing friends together for casual conversation…….
Talking, listening, laughing.
What is it about fire?
Dark to light, light to dark.
Starting with something, and seemingly ending with nothing.
Ready to be born again out of the ashes.

Cars
by Spencer P, 5th Grade Heritage

What is it about a car?
The way it converts gasoline into adrenaline.
The rev saying it’s good to go.
The way it drives like a bull, charging to 200mph.
The smell of oil, the wind pushing on your face.
The cars flying on the British Autobahn
The way it pushes your head back into the seat.
The exhaust cracking when you rev it.
The sound of the other cars, it’s almost like their talking to me.

Slice-of-Life Day Five Entries: One Teacher…One Student

TEACHER MOM
By Mrs. Sberna

Since October of 2013, I’ve been a TeacherMom
to more than seventy children,
one of whom (Miss Gabriella) I gave birth to.
Most are ten, some are eleven,
one is nearing three.
As a TeacherMom, I know that Mondays are hard for Student A.
Student B needs encouragement before a test,
Student C is tired from the musical,
and Daughter G needs new sunscreen.
As a TeacherMom, there is overlap in my words:
“Be kind.”
“Make good choices.”
“Show me your eyes.”
“I’m so proud of you!”
As a TeacherMom, I write to do lists for school,
grocery lists for home,
and wish lists for summer.
I cry in June (sometimes a few weeks in)
for the students who shared the year with me,
and I cry in August when I leave my not-so-tiny baby
and welcome a brand new class for
another year as TeacherMom.

My Fish
By Genise G, 3rd Grade Heritage

Since two years ago I had my shark fish…
The fish tank is big, about a couple of feet.
They really don’t do anything besides swim
Every time we walk past them they are always afraid.
Even when we gently touch the tank they get scared
There used to be more than three fish, but the rest died.
So we only have three now.
It’s a little fun watching them swim, I guess.
Whenever I feed them they all grab it right away.
Like they never ate, like EVER.
Sometimes they bite each other, but I think they
Are just playing tag.
My fish will always be my fish.

Slice-of-Life Day Four Entries: One Teacher…One Student

The Writer in Me

by Mrs. Piccini

What is it about 4 AM?

The silent, stillness of dark before light.

Nothing but the sounds of the people in the house

soaking up the precious few hours before dawn. 

And the clarity of the crickets.

And me.

Me in the same spot each morning.

Me with my coffee, the pages of my notebook

and the familiar grip of my favorite mechanical pencil.

Me with my thoughts, frustrations, dreams and reflections.

What is it about 4 AM?

The words on stark white lines flow more freely in this hour.

The marriage and harmony of the rhythm and rhyme. 

A symphony and celebration of a seamless stringing

of theory, speculation, articulation and thinking.

What is it about 5 AM?

Robbing my intellect and creativity of its momentum. 

Shaking my utopia into the reality of the work day.

Showers, lunches, clothes, buses, jobs.

The repeated pattern of Mother Nature.

Morning into night, 

night into morning.

Over and over with a fresh start.

Starting anew each day

with the gift of 4 AM.

The Athlete in Me

by Ethan G, 5^th Grade Heritage

What is it about sports?

The tapping of sticks on ice.

The sound of the ball hitting the webbing

in your glove.

The scream of victory.

The cry of defeat.

The sweat dripping down your face.

The championship game.

The sound of  water splashing in your mouth.

The sound the bat makes when you hit the ball.

The walk-off hit.

The game winning goal.

What is it about sports?

The bit of pain coming through your body.

Slice-of-Life Day Three Entries: Big Sister…Little Brother

One of the Eleven

By Tait R., 5^th Grade Heritage

Since September 2015 I have been one of eleven softball players. (HCHeat)

Sarah, Lilly, Marin, Melanie, Olivia, Ashley, Tiffany, Carli,  Kaitlyn, Emily, and me.

One of eleven cheering for my other teammates.

Making funny nicknames for each other in the dug-out.

One of the eleven teammates who work their hearts out on the field,

turning double plays and catching fly balls in the outfield.

On party days we all hang out with each other.

Having Nerf gun battles and playing ghost in the grave yard. 

One of eleven having fun eating yogurt, sitting on army tanks, and braiding each other’s hair.

I am very lucky to be one of eleven on an amazing team!

Earning trophies and medals for our hard work on the field and in the box.

Hitting the other teams hands and congratulating us on 1^st place. Sometimes 2^nd,

But that’s ok too.

One of four

By NJR, 3^rd Grade Heritage

I am one of four

I am the crazy one

One of them is athletic,

One of them is fun,

And all four of four are awesome.

The last one is always helping me.

Three of four have been with me since my first day.

One of four is my big sister

One of four always makes three of four laugh and

Four of four always shows me

LOVE!

Slice-of-Life Day Two Entries: One Teacher…One Student

Two at a Time

By Mrs. Davis

Every morning

Without fail

My alarm rings

(for the fourth time)

I sigh, roll out of bed,

and I trip over Moses, my poodle,

wound tightly in his worn oval bed just beside mine.

He doesn’t even flinch.

No sooner do my two feet hit the floor

than Jasper, my Schnauzer, is already on my bed

tunneled beneath the just-evacuated covers,

Hoping my husband Ben won’t notice

The switcheroo.

They stay put

Moses and Jasper do

(slightly annoyed by the turning on of lights

And the buzz of the hair dryer)

Until the inevitable moment

When I walk down the hallway,

Turn the corner,

Take that first creaky step downstairs.

And then, because nature calls,

They rise reluctantly

With simultaneous yawns and stretches

and hobble down the stairs,

through the kitchen,

out the back door

To a wake-up call of cool breezes blowing through the backyard

Everyday

Without fail

Moses and Jasper do

One of Two

By Ryleigh J, 5^th Grade Heritage

Ever since I remember, I’ve been one of two.

Thomas and me.

One of two who LOVE mom’s zucchini bread.

One of the two who like homemade lemonade.

One of the two who like the pool on hot summer days

And eating ice cream.

I’m the only one with long light brown hair and has

My mom’s hazel eyes.

I’m one of the two who likes riding bikes

around the neighborhood on summer days.

When Thomas isn’t around I become one of three.

My dad, mom, and me.

And that’s ok too.

Slice-of-Life Day One Entries: One Teacher…One Student

My Napkin

By Mrs. Melucci

When I was a little girl my school didn’t have a cafeteria
so my dad had to pack my lunch each day.
The most important thing was my napkin.
I wouldn’t eat a sandwich.
A hot dog in a thermos with chips and brownies was our solution.
Daddy would wrap the hot dog buns in shiny aluminum foil
so tightly that the intricacies of the bun could be seen
as indentations in the foil.
But the most important thing was my napkin.
Yes, my napkin.
Every day Daddy would write me a love note.
A note to say, “I love you”, or “Have a great day”, or “Good luck on that test”.
Every single day.
That napkin meant everything to me.
I read it and cherished it and never threw it away.
Never.
Not ever.
That note had way too much love in it and on it to end up in the trash.
I would fold it
and place it back in my bright yellow Snoopy lunch box
so that Daddy would know how much he and that napkin meant to me.

One of the Two

By Sienna V, 3rd Grade Heritage

Ever since I can
Remember I’ve been
One of the two
Andrew and I
One of the two
Who beg for lollipops
From the big jar in the cabinet.
One of the two
Who hate doing chores.
I’m one of the two
Moving to Florida
Flying on a plane with
No adults
Brown hair, rainbow eyes
I feel bad for my parents
Who are driving
But it is okay I will
Have company and
So will my parents.

Mrs. McCreary’s Young Author Celebration

Students in Mrs. McCreary’s Kindergarten class hosted an amazing author celebration.  For the past four weeks, these young writers have been working to storyboard, craft, and illustrate narrative stories including elements of want, problem, and solution.  Family and friends helped culminate their work with a read-around publishing praise of these amazing stories.

Slice-of-Life Publishing Opportunity for 3rd, 4th and 5th Grade Writers

Students are visiting the Writing Lab this month to explore writing about everyday life topics in personal ways.  Slice-of-Life writing takes on a first-person narrative stance and examines the truth of everyday life on paper. Students are learning first-hand how to pair words with topics that invite others to experience the daily events and situations that make up their ordinary lives.

Beginning Monday, May 9th and continuing throughout the month of May, student writers may submit Slice-of-Life stories to Mrs. Piccini for a chance to publish on the Heritage Blog. To submit Slice-of-Life entries for possible publication, students should email pieces in a typed attachment to vpiccini@franklinregional.k12.pa.us.  Samples of student work will be selected and posted each day during the month of May. As all work submitted can not be posted, Slice-of-Life writing that is not posted will be displayed in a designated Slice-of-Life hallway gallery where students and staff can view, read and enjoy throughout the month!

Please take a moment to ask your child about the Slice-of-Life topic he/she is currently working on. Be sure to visit the Heritage Blog beginning May 9th and throughout the month of May to read a few Slice-of-Life entries from our resident authors.

Heritage Students Engage in Author Visit Follow-Up Learning

Students at Heritage are taking advantage of continuing learning opportunities that are inspired by our recent visiting author, Peter Catalanotto.  During his PTO sponsored visit, Peter Catalanotto worked with both teachers and students to model and demonstrate varied approaches to writing stories.  One of his approaches offered an alternative to drafting with Beginning, Middle, and End in mind.  Mr. Catalanotto, author and illustrator of over 45 award-winning children’s books, suggests both student and teacher writers focus on Want, Problem, Solution, rather than Beginning, Middle, End when working to find their ideas for stories.  Students and teachers at varying grade levels K-5 have been testing out this new strategy when masterminding stories in their writer’s notebooks.  Kindergarten students are carefully work-shopping Want, Problem, Solution stories in their KidWriting classes through story-boarding.  In addition, students and teachers in 3^rd grade, explored Want, Problem Solution options for crafting narratives in the Writing Lab.

Stay tuned for more exciting learning updates that emerge from this unique and inspiring visit.