Yesterday we spoke briefly about the structure of a story and how plot is important to dissect. I’m going to read a short story to you and as I’m reading, you are to fill in the Parts of a Story Organizer you have on your desk.
I perch precariously on the desk with 4 different leg lengths. Not a great idea. I stand and begin.
“Maybelle was a short haired chihuahua that was found wandering my neighborhood at dinnertime on Wednesday. Sara was the one who noticed her right…..”
I hear the shuffling of slippers before I see them standing directly between me and the rest of the class.
Um, can I help you? (and why are you wearing slippers to school, again?)
She hands me an index card, folded 4 times over to make a teeny tiny square (THIS BETTER BE GOOD, I scream in my head and thank Wellbutrin)
I open the now warm, faintly damp, missal.
R U PERGO?
It is SO darn refreshing how honest kids these days are.
(The answer is NEITHER)