Disparate Things
May 12, 2008Today, while conferencing with one student during writing workshop another (a girl named Jasmine) said "Dr. Shoop, I think you know my grandmother." "Really?" How would I know this sixth grade girl’s grandmother, I don’t live anywhere near them, etc. "What’s your first name?" Jasmine asked me. "Kathie," I said. ‘Yep, she knows you." "What’s her name?" [...]



