Today was the big composition test and in the words of my students, “It was the dumbest prompt EVER, Mrs. Leung.”
Maybe that’s a bit hyperbolic, but I am quoting twelve year-olds.
Despite the “dumbest prompt EVER,” they did it. They told me they felt capable, that it felt like they’d accomplished something. Instead of feeling lost and unsure of what to write, they told me how they broke apart the prompt, used a brainstorming tactic we’d discussed in class (be still my heart!), and even took advantage of the classroom dictionaries. A few said they were proud enough of their work that they couldn’t wait to get it back…
Oh yeah, and they were disappointed to learn that not only would I not get to read their work, but they would also never see their essays again.
“Why did we have to work so hard if we can’t even see it again or show it to our parents?”
Great question, kids. This is why I am so proud of you. Never stop asking great questions.