Someone once told me: You can’t write well about something you don’t care about.
One day, I listened in on two first grade partners, Jennifer and Marco, sharing their pieces of writing. I stood ten steps away, just observing.
Jennifer had written a piece about her brother.
I watched as Marco and Jennifer scooted their seats so they could sit shoulder to shoulder, presumably to put one of their pieces of writing in the center to share. Though the two children sat next to each other, Jennifer’s writing was tucked neatly away, her folder halfway across the table. Marco’s writing was exploded all over the table in a messy heap. Marco leaned away from Jennifer and started adding to one of his sketches. Jennifer looked the other direction. I was beginning to think I should step over and do a little coaching.
But before I did, something amazing happened. Jennifer reached over and pulled…
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