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They spend a lot of time in this room.

They are here from early morning to mid-afternoon.

They work here.  They eat here.  They play here.  They learn here.

The find their place in the classroom; setting up their desks to their pleasure; arranging their books and folders in ways that make the most sense to them.  They become comfortable with their surroundings and begin to regard much of what they see as their own.  They share the space, much of the supplies, and the responsibilities.

The responsibilities.

School is a wonderful place to teach kids about responsibility...both individual and shared responsibilties.  We can elicit classwork, homework, and tests as a way to further develop individual responsibility.  We can look at their desks, their assignment notebooks, and their cubbies to help them organize themselves in a way that leads to success in the learning environment.  In terms of shared responsibility we look to the room as a whole.  We assign jobs to students, we talk about leaving the "legacy" of supplies for groups of kids in the future.  We can step back at the end of the day and look at how the room appears after a day of rigorous learning.

Enjoy some of the pics that tell the story of the shared responsibility in Room 202 this year...my hope is that as the first 3 weeks have passed the ideas of shared responsibility stay with this group---for they are quite good at it!!


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Their desks all ready for their morning work!


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Their dictionaries put back in the correct order after a vocabulary lesson!



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Their classroom library...






Mr. Casten
Sept. 7, 2012

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