Spellings have changed. The world has changed. It has taken me well
over a month to come to terms with this. Instead of 10 pritted stick
spellings created by a human presented in a slim orange lined notebook,
my son has been given 100 high frequency words to learn on a piece of
faded A4 paper from a printer craving ink. After these 100 words are
learnt, there will be the
next 200 words in order of frequency. Computer generated spellings taken from a magic secret book with subliminal messages
which I shall try to channel in the form of spelling poems so you don’t have to. I will trouble myself with this task. These words are also
common!
I
will also make him learn each poem in the correct order to ensure that
all spellings and order will be highly tidy. I have made a start with
the first 40 ordered words today and have written 4 thingamajigs. I have
a very large headache now and will be taking what I can get x 2. The
frequency words come with no instructions, other than my son must learn
them. But when will he be tested on his newly acquired frequency
knowledge? That is currently not clear and I turn my left hand the wrong
way to my brow in despair. I expect him to receive 300 out of 300 and
be tested by the computer generator that has generated this generous
genius for this generation.
(reading what I have written above ‘
I’ is clearly the highest frequency word)
The Bee that Booed
The bee said boo
and I did too. It was
a bumble one and
to me it
said
“in case of fire, always use a smoke alarm.”
He was an informative Bee and flitted off unharmed
I told him I’d already thought
of
it and that yes we couldn’t stand wasps either!
Beach Pebbles
Was the murderer
you?
They accused and paraded him
on the beach in pebbles.
She sells sea shells on the sea shore.
Is this the case?
For if you confess in a quickened haste
at the very time the tide goes inward- where
his buried body shares dirt? We can all break for an ice-cream
‘But it wasn’t me!!’ it isn’t fair (thinking only of a jolly lolly under an umbrolley)
That there how
That there how
with
all that there
we
can do.
Are we fed
up with this situation? I once
had her in
my grasp
which was incidentally hers too.
Her wonderful gaspy raspy clasp
Number 4
What is out
there?
Out of
this window. To
have lost when he
went, is to
be withered and bent.
like
some yellow daffodils decaying rather
soOriginally posted on the May 23rd 2012
