The Adventure Begins!

Hello, and welcome to O Classroom! My Classroom!

My name is Paige and I adore teaching 5th grade. Although I love teaching, in general, I have a specific passion for integrating English Language Arts with Science and American History.

One of my favorite ways to do this is through something called close reading or reading closely. When I instruct my students using this method it is easy to integrate curriculums. Directly linking Science and Social Studies content to daily reading and writing instruction.

My ultimate goal is to keep my classroom and instruction as simple and authentic as possible. I streamline everything I do to have more than one purpose. Using original historical texts to teach Language Arts is an amazing way for me to stay focused and authentic in my instruction. Historical texts are engaging for students and provide ample opportunities for differentiation as well!

I enjoy guiding students towards their own potential by learning about our Country’s past. Walt Whitman’s mourning poem, O Captain! My Captain! is one of those perfect historical texts for close reading instruction in my classroom. It is historical and authentic. It discusses Abraham Lincoln (an American Hero). It has various levels of depth and the kids find it utterly engaging! (Just enough guts and glory to keep them interested.)

I have always loved the title of the poem and Whitman’s reference to Abraham Lincoln as a Captain. Although I am not near the individual that Lincoln was, I like to think of myself as the captain of my classroom. I am not dealing with a Civil War, but I am experiencing an alternate conflict. I am fighting a daily battle for my students to reach their potential and grasp their destiny. Hence, the birth of O Classroom! My Classroom!

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I am looking forward to maintaining this site! It is a new adventure for me and I cannot wait to meet new readers and friends.

This site and corresponding avenues are a dream of mine. As Eleanor Roosevelt so exquisitely said, “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” I like to think that I control my dreams and as a result my future!

Until next time . . .

“O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.”

-Walt Whitman, 1865