One thing for sure, she has in-tact phonemic awareness. She has a way of twisting anyone's name into something mean, nasty or just plain silly.
I read a book about Native Americans, which talked about the tribe, Wompanoag. I happen to have a boy in my class, Number 19, whose real name happens to be Noah. Of course, she finds a way to incorporate the two... Whomp on Noah Wompanoag. He bursts into tears.
We are doing "ing" in word study. A girl named Ming becomes Bing-Ding-Ming.
Don't even ask what she said about my poor little PeeWee... (of course, his parents were asking for it giving him that nick-name.)
Now back to the rest of the second grade girls. If ever was a day that goes by where someone isn't crying, left out, or tattling, I'd be doing a back-handspring on a bed of nails!
And we model, practice, role-play, use I Statements, have consequences and discussions. They are just sneaky little snots. How they learn to manipulate is beyond me. Somehow, walking away from another person becomes a game of avoiding the cursed girl of the day. One little girl decides to draw a picture of a cat instead of a dog like all the other girls... well, that is an offense worth being shunned over for an entire afternoon. Creating rival Pony and Horse clubs is like Bloods vs. Crips turf wars.
Anyway, I think it all starts in second grade. Sweet little girls become true little devils.
Speaking of little devils, I want to develop my own set of phonics readers....
