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Thursday Thirteen - Carol’s Favorite Quotes About Reading

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen of Carol’s Favorite Quotes About Reading

I’m a reading specialist, and so the topic of reading is probably more interesting to me than most folks. I live and breathe reading. I also collect quotes about reading and books. I put one of my favorite reading quotes in the reading newsletter I write each month for the parents at my school. Here are thirteen of my favorites. (Shhhh! Don’t tell anybody, but numbers 5, 6, and 8 are my absolute favorites! Well, and #13, too.)

1. “To read without reflecting is like eating without digesting.” ~Edmund Burke

2. “Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to the body. As by the one, health is preserved, strengthened, and invigorated: by the other, virtue (which is the health of the mind) is kept alive, cherished, and confirmed.” ~Joseph Addison

3. “When you read a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in you than there was before.” ~Clifton Fadiman

4. “It is a great thing to start life with a small number of really good books which are your very own.” ~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

5. “No matter how busy you think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.” ~Atwood H. Townsend

6. “Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.” ~Hazel Rochman

7. “Because words are essential in building the thought connections in the brain, the more language a child experiences – through books and through conversation with others, not passively from television – the more advantaged socially, educationally, and in every way the child will be for the rest of his or her life.” ~Mem Fox

8. “So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.” ~Roald Dahl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

9. “A library is a hospital for the mind.” ~ Unknown

10. “When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense ofmyself in the world, I would do that again by reading,just as I did when I was young.” ~ Maya Angelou

11. “A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.” ~ Henry Ward Beecher

12. “Reading furnishes the mind only with the materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.” ~John Locke

13. ” You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.” ~Mohandas Gandhi

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2. Elle

3. Tanya

4. Jane

5. Joan

6. Ruth

7. Jade

8. Katherine

9. better safe than sorry

10. Melli

11. FrogLegs

12. Dawn

13. Wystful (no URL given)

14. Stacey

15. Chickadee

16. Karin

17. Kimmy

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Entries Due for Carnival of Blue Stars - Edition #5

I am honored that Beth at Blue Star Chronicles has entrusted the 5th Edition of the Carnival of Blue Stars to me! As you know, the Blue Star is a symbol that shows you have a relative or friend serving in our armed forces. The Carnival of Blue Stars is an opportunity to highlight blogs that support our soldiers. Here - let me quote Beth. She says it much better:

The Carnival of Blue Stars gives us, the families, friends, supporters, veterans
and current service members an opportunity to have a voice in the Blogsphere.

If you would like to submit a post for this week’s Carnival of Blue Stars, please email your name, the name of your blog, the title of your post, and the URL of your post to mc849(at)aol(dot)com. Carnival entries are due by Saturday noon (Central Standard Time). The Carnival will be here at The Median Sib on Sunday morning.

Last week’s carnival can be viewed here.

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The Carnival of Education - Week 57

Week 57 of the Carnival of Education is up at Math and Text. This is always one of my favorite reads each week. It points me to articles in the world of education that I might not read or know about otherwise. So head over there and enjoy!

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Abortion Rights vs. Sonograms

I remember a little over five years ago when my daughter and son-in-law invited me to go with them to witness the sonogram during which they’d find out if their baby would be a boy or a girl. Of course during the sonogram, the technician would also take measurements and do other checks to make sure the baby was developing normally. I was excited. When I’d had my two pregnancies back in the 70’s, I had felt fortunate to hear the baby’s heartbeat via a stethoscope. That seemed like a pretty advanced medical achievement at that time. I had never even heard of sonograms.

As I went into the sonogram room, I told my daughter and son-in-law that I would sit off to the side. My intention was to be an observer and not intrude in any way on their experience as the baby’s parents. My resolve to stay in the background lasted about a minute.

As the technician moved the wand (is that what it’s called?) over my daughter’s belly, suddenly there on the screen was the baby! So clearly! I jumped up to get closer so I could see more clearly. As the technician moved the wand, she pointed out the baby’s beating heart, the backbone, the brain. We could already see the fingers and toes and face. When the technician told us it was definitely a girl, we all cried, “Lily!” because that was to be her name. We watched as she moved her arms and then began to suck her thumb. We were all crying with joy at the absolute miracle that was Lily - still growing inside her mother, but alive and well and very much a real baby. She was no longer a depersonalized “fetus”. She was our Lily.

When looking at a pregnant woman’s abdomen, it’s hard to visualize a baby underneath all those layers of skin and tissue. A sonogram makes it real. After seeing with clarity the baby’s features, there is no denying the human life that is there.

And that bring me to my topic. I was reading Cozy Reader the other day and saw this post referencing this article in the Lexington Herald-Leader. The article reports that a pro-life clinic in Lexington has installed a sonogram machine. It’s effective. What do patients see during their sonograms?

“We’ve had babies wave. … We’ve had babies smile. We’ve had babies suck their thumb. If they’ve had a little bit of caffeine, they’re jumping around,” said Frost, the center’s nurse manager.

Kim Conroy, Sanctity of Human Life director for Focus on the Family, says two-thirds of the women who view their fetuses on an ultrasound machine at a pregnancy resource center end up rejecting abortion.

I can understand that. Once a woman realizes that it isn’t a “fetus” but a real, live, active baby in there, abortion suddenly becomes not such a welcome choice.

However, some abortion-rights activists have opposed the use of sonograms. These are the people who claim they want women to make informed decisions. Instead of wanting to make sure that women who choose to abort their baby understand fully the ramifications of their decision, they claim that the use of sonograms puts inappropriate pressure on women.

“It’s a manipulative tool,” said Ginny Copenhefer, a former lobbyist with the Kentucky Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice. “I don’t think it’s fair to heap guilt on them because they feel they have to terminate a pregnancy. That’s just the most cruel form of abuse that I can imagine.”

Again, this remark and attitude exposes the often two-faced nature of many on the left. All the talk about “pro-choice” is merely a popular sound bite. They talk the talk of informed choice but can’t walk the walk. Women should be able to make truly informed choices and understand that there are reasonable options to abortion. Better for a woman to KNOW what she is “terminating” than to live with a lifetime of regret once she learns that she ended the life of another human being - her own child.

Although the pro-abortion proponents would have us believe otherwise, the debate on abortion truly isn’t about “choice.” It isn’t about government trying to dictate what we do in the privacy of our homes. It isn’t (as I read on a pro-abortion site earlier this evening) about Christians trying to grow more Christians. That’s just silly. It’s a life and death debate about protecting babies.

Yes, there are some serious issues about unwanted children, poverty, maternity health care, child care, and many others. As a society we have trouble handling the children that are already here. And if there are laws against abortion, what do you do with women who get abortions anyway? There are major issues involved in making laws against abortion. However, there is a bottom line. There are some matters that are open to interpretation and belief. On others issues, civilized nations need to draw a line in the sand. Human life is precious. We don’t decide who has value and who is worth saving based on another person’s feelings. We should do everything we can to protect those who can’t protect themselves.

The 10,00th Visitor - Is it You?

My how time flies when you’re blogging! Seem like only yesterday when I started this blog. At the time I tried to think of a clever title for my blog but was having no luck. I wanted something unique and meaningful to me but not something unwieldy to say or write. Then, since I’m the middle of seven children, I typed in “Middle Child”, but that name was already taken. For some reason substituting the phrase “The Median Sib” came to mind, and I typed that in, clicked “submit”…and lo and behold, no one had taken that name. Thus, The Median Sib was born.

The 10,000th visitor to The Median Sib will be here within a little while. Sure, there are some blogs that receive that many visitors in one day - in a few hours. For me, though, the 10,000 mark is significant. As I type this, the site meter is at 9,997. If you’re the 10,000 visitor and you would like a guaranteed one-of-a-kind Blog Hog tote bag (see photo below), let me know. I have a couple left, and I’ll be glad to reward your loyalty in reading The Median Sib.

Most of all, thanks to each person who makes The Median Sib a regular part of their reading each day.

Rocks, Stones, and Pebbles Are We

There’s some great reading available at The Black Republican. He refers to the Glenn Reynolds book: An Army of Davids: How Markets and Technology Empower Ordinary People to Beat Big Media, Big Government, and Other Goliaths.

Those of us in the blogosphere not big enough to actually sling the big missiles, we are the rocks. Those of you who don’t actually blog yourselves but just use blogs as a source of news and information, you are the rocks. We are the ones that make the impact, the ones who make sure the shots from the Davids are felt by the Goliaths. Oh, we little Davids may occasionally take a shot or two ourselves, but our real value lies elsewhere. By bringing up issues at home, work, or school and using arguments advanced by the New Media (whatever your viewpoint), by holding elected officials accountable for their actions with information gleaned from blogs, by writing letters to newspaper editors, by informing friends, family, and coworkers about the issues that affect their everyday lives that otherwise gets hidden or overlooked by the MSM, we ensure that those shots fired by the Davids actually strike flesh. The choice of those “five smooth stones” by David was of critical importance, as is the impact each of us can have.

I like that metaphor. I’ve often been discouraged by the news and felt that my one small blog is insignificant. However, a single rock can have a big impact, but the greater impact is all those rocks together.

But as time has passed we rocks have become more polished, smooth, hard, and have learned to be self directed… and our impact is being felt. Expect the leftist Philistines to become more and more anxious as they begin to see their champion Goliaths - big Government, the MSM, Hollywood, Academia - suffer a death from a thousand cuts.

An Army of Davids: How Markets and Technology Empower the Little Guy to Beat Big Media, Big Government, and Other Goliaths
An Army of Davids: How Markets and Technology Empower the Little Guy to Beat Big Media, Big Government, and Other Goliaths

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Islamophobia? Yes! Islamohatred? No!

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I admit it. I am Islamophobic. That doesn’t mean I hate Muslims or the Islam religion. It means simply that I fear what Islam has become. I fear Islam because of the the radical, irrational, beheading, murdering and pillaging Muslims that are shown in the news. I fear them because they carry signs declaring that they would kill us without a second thought simply because we are not Muslim. I fear them because of the Muslim mother who sent sons on suicide missions and said she wished she had more sons to sacrifice for Allah. I fear them because some of their leaders have encouraged the ones in other countries to blend into western society in order to gain trust to later help with terrorist activities.

I think any non-Muslim in his/her right mind is Islamophobic. It is a smart thing to be in today’s world. It isn’t an irrational fear, but a fear based on widespread real and visible evidence of unstable and irrational Islamic behavior.

Islamophobic is not Islamohatred. I don’t hate Muslims. I hate some of them - yes. But as a group, I don’t hate them. I think that the large majority of them were likely born into the religion and don’t realize how destructive it has become. They know only what they are being told by the radical and murderous leaders.

We should be proud to be Islamophobic. Only idiots wouldn’t be.

You can check out Wikipedia for a thorough description of Islamophobia.

There is Islamophobia Watch: Documenting the war against Islam.

Others writing on Islamophobia: The Anchoress, FaithFreedom, Michelle Malkin, Sister Toldjah, Power Line, Captain’s Quarters, Blue Star Chronicles, Atlas Shrugs, All Things Beautiful, Pedestrian Infidel, Right Truth, Water Cooler Wisdom, The Fall of Jericho, Mark Levin Fan, Infidel Bloggers Alliance, Cox & Forkum, Infinite Monkeys, Gina Cobb, Protein Wisdom, Jihad Watch, My Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, Mudville Gazette, Little Green Footballs, Iraq The Model.

A Day in the Life of a Reading Teacher

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8:10 I’m in the gym for morning bus duty. I remark to the other monitor that the kids are unusually quiet this morning. Each day seems to take on its own personality. Mondays are often calm with the children getting more rambunctious as the week progresses. One little girl in kindergarten who has had a difficult time in getting along with the other children, is calm and well-behaved this morning. I give her a “high flyer” card to hopefully encourage the good behavior (Alfie Cohn would disapprove).

8:35 A.M. Immediately after the Pledge of Allegiance and the daily announcements, five fourth graders came to my room for a reading group. Full of energy except for S. She seems a little quiet. I decide to ignore it for now and see how things go. We get started on our lesson. They ASK to write in their journals, and that’s the first thing on our agenda. As the other children start writing, I see that S is just sitting there - staring off into space. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Do you feel ok?” Her reply: “I’m bored.” Quite honestly, I think “burned out” would be a better description. She goes to school all day, comes to me for reading, and then three days a week she stays after school for a 90-minute reading clinic. I don’t blame her. I’d feel like a zombie at times, too. I work with her for a few minutes and she gets involved in writing in her journal and doesn’t seem so “bored” anymore. She is probably still bored and is just putting on show to keep from hurting my feelings. Elementary children still care about such things.

9:45 A.M. My third grade group bursts into the room. One child, K, is coughing. A lot. I pass hand sanitizer around to everyone - a fairly regular practice of mine. I believe it cuts down on the number of colds and viruses I get. K tells me that it’s his birthday, he doesn’t feel good, and he has to go to the dentist this afternoon. I sympathize, and then I ask the children to share about their weekend. I get the usual responses: “I went to WalMart and got a new game for my PS2.” “My friend came over and we played.” “My uncle took us for a ride on his four-wheeler.” Then it was K’s turn. I will give you an exact quote:

“I was coughing really bad and I drank a Dr. Pepper and it turned into an ooze -
a goo - and clogged up my throat. And that’s why I’m coughing so
much.”

Okay, that explains that!

10:30 My second grade group. My biggest challenge when it comes to behavior. I feel guilty writing that because there are only four children in the group. However, L and B are in that group, and they’re a handful. Sweet as can be, but mischievous and loud. They ask for hand sanitizer, and so I pass it around. As the children tell me about what they have done since we met last Friday, B listens to the others. Then he says: (another exact quote)

“I went to the animal store and got three dogs. My mom said to get
something for my sister. So I got her a raccoon and when she saw it, she
yelled. So I had to put it back in its cage and I got her a rabbit.” 

THREE dogs? A raccoon? A rabbit? I look at him, and it seems obvious from his expression that he is lying. But there is also a look in his eyes that begs for acceptance. I see no benefit in calling him on it. I smile, comment on the number of animals he got and we go into our lesson.

11:15 My student from the Ukraine. We’ve come a long way, and I see real progress today. He reads on grade level for the first time. Yes, it is painfully slow and tedious. The material is too difficult for him. However, it is a text he wants to read because he is interested in it (animals with poisonous venom), and he actually figures out most of the unfamiliar words on his own. Painstaking, but definite progress.

11:45 Here come my kindergarteners. This is a group of high-achieving girls - an absolutely delightful group. They’re just a little older than Sweet Stuff, and everytime I look at them, I think of Sweet Stuff. Today we read two Level C books, and they do a great job. I give them Dr. Seuss stickers (Yes, I know Alfie Cohn would disapprove again) and high fives, and they are thrilled. It ends my morning on a high note.

12:30 Lunch is a bowl of chili - leftover from dinner last night and heated up in the microwave in my classroom. Quick trip to the restroom, and some work on a book order I must complete and send to the central office by Wednesday.

1:15 My first grade group. I hear one little boy before he even gets inside the classroom - cute as can be but with a shrill voice. As he walks in he announces loudly: “I have to go to the bathroom. It’s an emergency!” I’m sure all the classrooms in our hall hear his proclamation and are relieved when I give him my blessings for a trip down the hall to the bathroom. He walked past two bathrooms to get from his classroom to mine but felt he had to get my permission before going. And that’s a good thing since I DO have to know where they are at all times.

2:00 Another quick walk down the hallway to the ladies room, and then back to the classroom for some paperwork.

2:30 My fifth grade group. I love all the children I work with, but this fifth grade group has five boys who each have an enjoyable sense of humor. The only girl in the group (also with a funny sense of humor) is absent today. The fifth graders keep me on my toes because they’re so full of energy and all that pre-puberty exuberance. They’re FUNNY, and we have a good time together. They love to read aloud to the group and ask to do it each time they come to my room - their choice of material. Of course I encourage it. So we all listen as one reads some jokes, another reads a page from The Stupids Step Out (fifth grade humor, without a doubt!), and another reads a couple pages from a book about helicopters. Then we work on some test-taking skills - reading a passage and answering questions about the text. They read the text perfectly, but all five of them bomb in answering the multiple-choice questions - questions dealing with main idea and details. Except for the main idea question, the questions are just simple “right there” questions. We talk about each question and how to find the answers. It is a struggle, and it is obvious what we need to work on during our next class.

3:20 The fifth graders go back to their homerooms and afternoon announcements are made over the intercom

3:30 The bell rings and the children are walked to either the bus line or the car line. I don’t have afternoon duty, and so my work with the children is finished for the day. I complete some paperwork and finish writing comments in some of the children’s journals.

3:45 The official end of the day for me. I gather my things, turn out the lights, lock the door, and head home. Another day of school finished. It has been a good one.

Winter Camping and Weekend Fun

PawPaw and I went camping last night on our land out in the country. The difference this time is that there is now a road through the property and right up to the campsite. The last time we camped there we had to carry our camping supplies down a hill and then up another. That included carrying firewood. We didn’t get there last night until it was dark, but since we were in PawPaw’s jeep, it didn’t matter. We got the fire started and just enjoyed sitting there on the hill breathing in the fresh air and looking out at the countryside all around us. We listened to a pack of coyotes bark and howl. If you’ve never heard the sound of coyotes, it’s kinda spooky sounding at times. This morning we listened to what sounded like dozens of wild turkeys gobbling and clucking.

Dinner was delicious. I had gone by Publix and bought stew beef, onions, potatoes and carrots. So I made beef stew. I brought my large cast iron skillet, and we cooked the stew directly on the fire. Yum! We wrapped a couple rolls in aluminum foil and placed them next to the fire to warm. Cooking out over a fire make food taste so good. We had brought all the ingredients for s’mores just in case either of the kids and their families could come visit for awhile. However, Scalawag is sick again, and Stinkeroo needed to get the kids to bed early. So I now had graham crackers, marshmallows and Hershey bars stashed away for the next camping trip.

After dinner we set up the tent and got everything ready for bed. Then we just sat out by the fire and talked for a long time. We boiled water and made hot chocolate for PawPaw and herbal tea for me. Soooo relaxing. Then we went to bed. The temperature was in the mid-twenties last night — and I felt it. I’ve never slept with a hat on, but last night I did. Not only did I sleep with a hat on, but I pulled it down so it entirely covered my face - but my nose was still cold! My sleeping bag is supposedly a 20 degree bag, and PawPaw’s is a 15-degree bag. But we both were cold. However, it wasn’t an unbearable cold.

For the first couple hours I was warm except for my butt. I could NOT get my rear warm! I finally decided that the only explanation is that my last minute necessary visit behind a tree before bed cooled it off and it took awhile for it to regain some heat. Does that even make sense? But why else would that be the only part of me that was cold? Finally the cold shifted to my feet, and I was warm except for my feet. So the night was filled with restless sleep. But the sun dawned beautifully, and we both felt great despite a less than perfect night’s sleep.

We got out the cast iron skillet again for breakfast - bacon with onions and green peppers and hash brown potatoes. I tried canned biscuits again — and out of the ten biscuits, we were able to salvage four that were not burned to a crisp or still doughy. So breakfast was wonderful, too. And the coffee we made over the fire — absolutely perfect. After walking around the land for awhile, we packed everything up again.

We spent all morning and early afternoon burning brush piles on the land. PawPaw was able to get a burn permit for today but not for tomorrow. So he’s trying to get all of it burned today. It doesn’t SOUND like a big job, but it is. He’s still out there burning right now.

Another successful and fun camping trip is over. Tonight we’re babysitting Sweet Stuff and Sunshine for a couple hours so their parents can go out to dinner. I’m looking forward to that.

I think we’re joining Hillsboro UMC tomorrow morning. I really like the small church and country atmosphere of that church. Last Sunday they had an old-fashioned community songfest, and it was so enjoyable. There’s just nothing like those old hymns.

I LIVE for the weekends. This one has been wonderful so far.

Jay Bennish - Communist Agent for Colorado Schools

Coming home from school today, I listened to the news about Jay Bennish, a 10th grade geography teacher who taught communism and anti-Bush, anti-America thinking along with (or in place of) his geography lessons: Here’s a summary of what he taught in the taped lesson that is being played and replayed on the radio, TV and Internet.

(1) He compares Bush to Hitler.
(2) He thinks capitalism is at odds with human rights, caring and compassion.
(3) He teaches that the US government working WITH the government of another country to try to decrease the amount of illegal crops justifies other countries coming to the U.S. and destroying legal tobacco-producing areas.
(4) He teaches that the U.S. is the worst terrorist country in the world.

And those are only the highlights of his lesson. I read through the transcript of the lesson and if I hadn’t been TOLD it was a geography class, I never would have guessed it.

When the student who was secretly taping the class disagreed with him, he accepted the disagreement and then very “reasonably” explained why the student was wrong and quickly brought the lesson back to the U.S. and Israel being the real terrorists. It was this calm, outward acceptance and consideration of the student’s questions and then turning it around on the student that bothered me the most.

As a long-time public school teacher, I have always been aware of the tremendous influence I have on the children I teach. Children identify with their teachers, and they often emulate them. Sometimes when kids are going through their adolescent rebellion phase, they are prone to trust teachers before their parents. Teaching is an absolutely mind-boggling responsibility.

I wrote awhile back about the book Children’s Story by James Clavell. The story covers one class period in an elementary classroom. Although there is no direct correlation between the story and what Jay Bennish did in the classes he taught, there are some similarities that are striking and chilling. As I said before, Children’s Story is a quick read - maybe 30 - 45 minutes at the most. It’s worth the effort, and it will make you consider the power of the classroom teacher.

Further reading on the Jay Bennish story: Michelle Malkin, The American Check-up, Plains Feeder, The Political Dogs, The Defiance, Is This Blog On?, Severe Writers Block, Survival Theory, Intercepts, The Education Wonks, Conservative Thinking, Right Wing Nation, The Uncooperative Blogger, Freedom Folks, Tundra Tabloids

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Thursday Thirteen - Thirteen Books for Read Across America Week

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Books to Read for Read Across America Week

I’m a reading teacher, and books are a major part of my life. Here are thirteen of my favorites - some for children - some for adults - and a combination of genres

1. The Giver by Lois Lowry (I first read this as an adult and was thoroughly captivated by the story. A futuristic story for mature upper elementary children)

2. Pink and Say by Patricia Polacco (A true Civil War story from Polacco’s family. I can’t get through it without crying. Even more touching because it’s true. Great for all ages)

3. Summer My Father Was Ten by Pat Brisson (for elementary age children - a story about respect, neighbors, and making amends and learning from mistakes)

4. Hatchet by Gary Paulsen (for upper elementary children - a story of survival in the Canadian wilderness)

5. Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl (About Frankl’s experience in Nazi concentration camps, and what he learned from it)

6. The Good Earth by Pearl Buck (I first read this in high school and still remember it clearly. Set in China - a tale of survival and hardship and priorities)

7. The Clan of the Cave Bear (Earth’s Children #1) by Jean Auel (I read this when it first came out many years ago. It’s the best one of the series)

8. Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For? by Rick Warren (Provides a plan for a purposeful life)

9. Whoever You Are by Mem Fox (I love the rhythm of this book for young children)

10. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (I read this in high school, too, and it still remains a favorite)

11. Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss (A classic for all ages. Children love the rhymes and sillines)

12. Frindle by Andrew Clements (For upper elementary children - how even children can change the world)

13. The Mysteries of Harris Burdick by Chris Van Allsburg (Stimulates the imagination - wonderful inspiration for writing)

 

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2. Shelli

3. YellowRose

4. Mel

5. owlhaven

6. Jen

7. Kimmy

8. Ruth

9. Joan

10. Jane

11. LadyBug

12. Elle

13. Moe

14. Lyn

15. Stacie

16. Enigma

17. Mama B.

18. Chickadee

19. Jane (better safe than sorry)

20. mar

21. Denise

22. kdubs

23. Lazy Daisy

24. d. challener roe

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Carnival of Education - Week 56

The Carnival of Education, Week 56 is up at The Education Wonks. I have just spent a good chunk of my morning reading some of the posts. There is one on testing that just floored me! Take a stroll down the midway and enjoy some great reading.

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