...was totally amazing. Admittedly, I was a bit cynical when I was told the trip would be happening, and that I would be chaperoning and that it would be overnight! Mostly, I hated the idea of writing two days' worth of sub plans for my seventh and eighth graders who stayed back in town.
Upon arriving at camp, I completely changed my tune. It was a fantastic experience that I would not have missed. My kids showed great teamwork skills, they displayed a level of maturity that--when compared to the other schools' sixth graders who attended--was so clearly evident, and they had a blast.
|Waiting patiently for their next team activity!|
The experience gave them so much to write about in their writer's notebooks that that's all we did Friday. While they worked on their writing, I composed the following poem about those nine sixth-grade gentlemen whom I shared my cabin with. As the adult, I had my own door-less room in that tiny cabin, and I could hear every whisper they exchanged. Sixth grade boys are delightful when they gossip and share secrets, especially when they think I can't hear them because I'm reading a book just 15 yards from the . The "Cabin Oath" they swore to obey as they agreed shared their secrets was one of the cutest things I've ever eavesdropped on. When they saw my poem was called "The Cabin Oath," their little eyes widened so much, and they looked terrified when they realized I'd heard their quiet chatting of the night before.
As you can see from my poem below, they had nothing to worry about; I am a good secret keeper. I'm not sure if this poem is still in draft form, or if it needs a few more revisions. I'm going to let it "gestate" for a week (which I always encourage my kids to do too between our weekly writing workshops!) and decide if there needs to be another draft. Here's what I have so far though.
|"The Cabin Oath" |
by Mr. Harrison
Like some Steinbeck-ian memoir we analyze like scholars.
Pure Heaven. I felt it.
We shall never speak of this brief hug again.
Adam, are you really this cool or do you have fears too,
Not enough to do damage but enough to put you to sleep last night?
When I am found smiling at a rest stop next year
After having a mediocre lunch of ham and turkey sandwich,
And an adventure
With a new batch of mysterious yet familiar sixth graders.