As my students should be able to tell you, a consonant digraph is two letters that make one sound. We had finished with sh and were working on -ck, always a dangerous one with seventh grade boys. I placed the letter tiles to make the word ship on the magnet board. He read it in his usual monotone voice. Suddenly he froze, staring at the word. I waited, curious as to what had finally captured his attention. His hand reached out and replaced the p with a t. Then he looked up at me questioningly. "Yes," I said, "that says exactly what you think it does. But we don't use words like that in tutoring." I put the magnets back in their places, trying hard to keep a straight face.
A few minutes later, I noticed the -ck tile was missing. I didn't say anything. But when the f tile went missing as well, I put on my stern voice. "D., you need to put those back. I said we didn't use words like that." His face was so crestfallen that I couldn't stand it. "But if we did," I continued, "what vowel would you use?" "U! u! u!" he shouted. "I've always wanted to know how to spell those words!"
He never again tried out dirty words on me. But he had a whole new interest in learning to read. Within three years this nonreader was reading on a twelfth grade level. Sometimes it's all in the motivation.
I love it! You maintained professionalism and let him express himself. Very cool.
ReplyDeleteOutstanding. I have a similar story, also not for the easily offended.
ReplyDeleteWhen my oldest son was around 2 years old, he was acquiring language skills at the speed of light. I was changing his diaper one day (a particularly messy one) and he was having a grand time singing and wiggling around, but he wiggled around so much that he knocked the diaper out of my hand and stepped in it, thus making a pretty substantial mess. Before I could catch myself, I let out a mumbled "God damn it" under my breath. My son, however, heard it, and was thrilled to have discovered this previously unknown phrase, and he began practicing it along with all his other words and phrases.
My wife and I obviously wanted him to stop saying it, but we were worried we'd make the phrase more attractive to him if we tried to forbid it. We finally settled on calmly telling him, "I don't want to hear that," any time we heard him say it.
He seemed to understand the new rule, and we were pretty pleased with ourselves for being so clever, when one day we noticed him interrupt whatever he was doing to go into the kitchen pantry and close the door. Curious to figure out what he was doing, we crept up to the pantry door, where we could clearly hear him inside saying calmly to himself, "God damn it, God damn it, God damn it." After a few moments of repeating the phrase where we presumably couldn't hear him, he came out of the pantry and resumed playing.
After a few days, he seemed to have lost interest in the new phrase, and we never heard it again.
Lance, that is SO funny. A friend of mine had a similar incident. He was a seminarian who could cuss up a storm. When the bishop came to visit him, his three year old did quite the recitation. Luckily the bishop had a sense of humor or Tim might not be a priest today!
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