While visiting the Diana School in Reggio Emilia in 1997, I saw a little triptych posted outside a classroom, on which there were hand-written notes and drawings describing the children’s day for parents to read. I suddenly realized that there was, in that triptych, tremendous potential for documenting children’s process and thinking in an immediate, yet still fairly deep, way. From that point forward, I kept a “daily log” of the group process in our classroom. I found these logs indispensable to the process of teacher research. Soon I realized that those moments of brilliance that were documented in the log were too good to keep to myself. I began to share them with parents, as attachments in email. Finding this method of dissemination problematic (only some of the parents could access the log), I tried every form of technology as it came available to me over the years: writing in Netscape, with Dreamweaver, with iWeb. When blogging became popular, the concept and infrastructure finally coincided, and what was once a private blog for only the parents and teachers at our school could then become public. I invite you into our world of one thousand moments…of the lessons we adults can learn from the voices of children. Thank you for reading!
Water on Ramps: “It can’t go up. It’s not strong enough to go up.”
This story is set early in the school year, when half the children were four and half were five. The week before, they created holes in the sand and filled them with water, marveling at the way the water slowly disappeared. The holes became trenches, and the trenches...
Creating The Outdoor Classroom
Creating the Outdoor Classroom was a collaborative venture. The seed had been rolling around in my imagination for years, fed by my observations of the way in which the children played outdoors and of the way they grow a relationship with nature. We'd tried some of...
An Outdoor Classroom: The Dream
For many years, we had a red and yellow plastic and metal playground in a plot of mulch on a large lawn bordered on three sides by campus buildings. There was a magnolia tree that dropped feather-shaped leaves all year long and a sycamore tree that shed its bark and,...
The Paper Chain
M announced, "It is 100 days until my birthday. I'm going to make a 'keychain' to measure the days." Apparently, M remembered making an Advent Chain in December to help with waiting for Christmas. Every day in Advent, she took a link off the chain, and when none were...
Thinking It Through
MM had the idea to make a tall castle on the block platform. As she began to build, she was joined by three friends, J, MC, and C, who asked what MM was doing. "I'm making a tall castle," MM told them. The friends watched MM line blocks along the perimeter of the...
Can We Innoculate Against The Mean Girl Syndrome?
Talking to a colleague in the Upper School yesterday brought back to the top of my mind an issue that nags and pokes and bothers me always...the reality of "mean girls" in school. It is a problem not limited to girls' schools like ours, but seemingly ubiquitous in our...
“Coding” In The Outdoor Classroom
A cobblestone sidewalk surrounds the perimeter of our Outdoor Classroom. Today, MM went all the way around it, drawing an arrow on each stone. When I asked what was happening, she said, "This is the way to go." When she finished going all the way around, she doubled...
The World Is A Different Heaven
"Martin Luther King's real birthday is in two days," one child recalled. Then someone asked, "Did the man that shot him die, too?" I told her that the man who shot Dr. King went to jail. Before I could tell the children that James Earl Ray died in jail, LW said, "Bad...
Ice Comes From A Cold, Cold Place: Children Co-Construct Theory About The Nature And Source Of Ice
In this series of conversations, four- and five-year-olds consider the nature and source of ice. At the beginning of our first conversation, some children posed the theory that ice is frozen water, but others seemed to doubt. It appeared that, to them, to believe...
Puddles Part II
Over the next several days the children continued to think about where the puddle goes when it evaporates. G articulated her theory in drawing. She explained: The puddles don’t go up in the air. They vibrate, and then they go back to the cloud, and then it rains....







