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Writing Improvement!


I thought I'd share a success story - this is about a kid who got held back in first grade and convinced himself he was stupid (his word) and fairly worthless. He's actually very smart (one of those who is too smart for his own good) and understands higher-level concepts than most third graders, but I think he may have some sort of processing problem that makes it harder for him to read and write. Anyway, he finally started believing that he could do the work and working at it and after much hard work and patience, he got the most improved writer award for the last trimester!

Here are samples of his writing from October, January, and March. Look at the picture, even the handwriting is like it's from a different child. Each writing sample was supposed to be a paragraph.

October:
to mack a friend isto be nice and to shar and to play with thim sumtimes give thim toys

January:
It's adout a place where a lot of ducks lives. The boy told his dad and thay wint to the wood ond the boy wated to tall hisfriend odou want he sow it was a lot of baby ducks. and the story the dad was biger thin the mom

March:
The author wanted us to know, that your family is more important than money, because you would not be in this wrld and you not be, at a fun ealss like thas school and as much fun in thas Grass thas, so fun! to be in and you can Read and rite and do math and it as a lot of stuffto do.

Yes, we still have a lot of work to do, but it's SO much better.

Comments

JulieBee said…
hey bron, that's awesome! nice to see a small milestone every once in a while, eh?
Becky said…
Wow. How cool to see such improvement over the course of a few months!

Hang in there. You are so important to these kids!

Miss you!

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