Austinburg Elementary is old school. Literally. It is a very old school. Tall wooden windows, a gym with a real stage at one end, heavy wooden classroom doors. I couldn’t find an age on the building on-line, but I’m guessing the old girl is pulling up hard on a centennial. The steps into the front door are well worn, the secretary’s office is the size of my dining room and just about as cozy. I loved walking in there, it reminded me of my good ol’ Berkley Elementary where I went to school (now a parking lot, I don’t want to talk about it.)
The kids were primed and ready. We had a laughing good time through three assemblies and then I got to meet with the fourth grade for writing. I have a special connection with this school as my nephew Edison goes there. The kids were anxious to write, we included good visual details and talked about how poetry writing doesn’t have to be hard because you don’t have to get it right the first time (like say, sky diving). If you don’t like the way you wrote it the first time, move the lines around like Legos. Which is exactly what Edison elected to do with his draft.
Great job Edison and thanks to all the teachers who worked to make the poetry day a success.