Yesterday, I wrote about breakfast, but I chose to leave something out so I could give it its own post today.
For three years–ending last June–I invited my sixth, seventh, and eighth graders to come to school early on Fridays with their breakfasts. Students who could get an early ride in and did not have band rehearsal would join me. I would host anywhere from two to twenty children each Friday morning.
We talked about all sorts of things, from politics to literature to travel to aspirations. It was a pleasant departure from and addition to our usual classroom discourse.
Also on Fridays, I would assign a writing topic when students came to class. This topic, however, was not to be typed. It was to be written on paper–in cursive.
I was pleasantly surprised by the degree to which almost every student enjoyed this weekly activity. I was also a little concerned. Kids are supposed to hate this kind of assignment.
After last June, I left the classroom to take a new job as principal at my district’s elementary school. I missed my Friday breakfasts.
Then, in December, I received an email from a parent with a bright idea. Principals receive many such emails and tend not to like them. I make it a point, however, to consider all suggestions, even if I cannot use them.
This parent commented that cursive is a dying skill and that someone in the school should form a club that would promote it.
I immediately wrote back congratulating this woman for becoming the advisor of the school’s newest club. I invited her in for a meeting during which we would discuss the details. As we sat in my office, I shared my experiences at the middle school.
Within minutes, we knew the club would be called Cursive and Croissants. We would meet each Friday in the school library for a half an hour prior to school, and children would be allowed to bring breakfast. Participation was open to students in second through fourth grades. Our first session would be the first Friday in January.
This poor woman was nervous about what she had taken on, and I could do little to reassure her. How many student would show up? I had no idea. Would it be five, ten? Could be twenty, I said. Or zero.
We prepared materials the week after New Year’s Day and waited to see what would happen on Friday morning.
Over forty children showed up. We didn’t have enough seats. I made some quick arrangements to accommodate everyone, and we had a great first session. We have kept this going now for over two months.
Each week we have contests: Best Signature, Best Alphabet, Best Composition, and–my favorite–Biggest Croissant. One girl has one the latter competition twice by combining four containers of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls and shaping it into an enormous C.
Winning entries every week hang in the window of the main office–except for the croissant, of course. That gets eaten.
My birthday fell on a Friday two weeks ago. I received and ate several croissants. It brought back all sorts of memories.