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I wish I was Fountas and Pinnell rich - SOLC Day 9

"Alex. My box is missing."

It's that time of year again. My inbox full of questions, groans, and anxiety.

It's Fountas and Pinnell Benchmarking time.

As the school literacy specialist, I am the gatekeeper, the spokesperson, the cheerleader. Little did I know that - among the many other facets of my role - this would be the source of a great deal of drama.

I try to move the situation down a few notches from DEFCON 3 without making this teacher feel like I'm patronizing her. "Have you asked the resource teacher if he borrowed it?" I suggest.

"I've looked in his room already," she replies.

Maybe we need to inject some humor, here. "I'm happy to initiate a manhunt for you! Theft is a common problem in this building. Are you missing a Level 1 kit or Level 2? That ought to narrow down the list of suspects," I say, attempting a cheeky grin. It's a too early in the morning for me to actually be charming.

  She chuckles - thank God! - and says she'll double check around her room before we issue the search warrant. She leaves my room, and I turn back to my coffee and laptop. I consider doing some stretches to warm myself up for multiple trips up and down stairs carrying these boxes that weigh as much as a small child. As part of my role as gatekeeper, I facilitate sharing of boxes between classrooms. 

Not five minutes later, the teacher pokes her head into my doorway again, smiling sheepishly. "It was on my floor, " she said, "under a pile of papers."

"Mystery solved!" I smiled back. "Guess I can delete the furious draft email I just typed up!"

Comments

  1. "Laughter shall crown the raucous shout; and, though these shelt'ring walls are thin, may they be strong enough to keep hate out and hold love in." Louis Untermeyer

    Thanks for the humorous reminder this morning.

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  2. This brought me a good laugh! I'm glad the furious draft email remained a draft.

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  3. I’m impressed! It’s not easy to pull off that cheeky grin, but you did it! And your writing recreated the humor, another thing that’s not easy.

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  4. Your slice title was a gatekeeper, admitting me to the wry humor throughout this piece of writing. I hope your wish comes true.

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