Oct. 23-29, 2003
By Eileen Jevis/ SUN staff writer
Sister Joan Sauro teaches fifth graders about the beauty of words
ENDICOTT –– The fifth grade students at Our Lady of Sorrows – Seton Middle School recently had the opportunity to stretch their creativity in language arts when Sister Joan Sauro, CSJ, came to the school to teach the students how to become better writers. Sister Joan is a published author of several books, a photographer and a teacher who has enabled many to expand and deepen their vision through words, pictures and prayer. Sister Joan’s four-day visit was sponsored by a grant through the Safe and Drug Free Schools Program. The students were excited and engaged as Sister Joan integrated social studies, language arts, music and religion into her presentation.
Lorraine Allore, the Language Arts teacher at the school said she learned valuable lessons from Sister Joan right along with her students. “I learned to challenge them more,” she said. “I was so impressed with their personalities, depth and creativity.” In one of the lessons, Sister Joan placed a clay pot at the front of the class and instructed the students to think of themselves as the pot. She asked them to become the pot –– did they see themselves as a broken pot or a pot growing with flowers? They students were then instructed to write a poem expressing their feelings.
Next, Sister Joan placed a large gift bag in front of the class. The gift bag had many red tulips on it with one yellow tulip in the middle. The students were asked to look at the tulip, put human characteristics on them and write a poem. These are just a few examples of the lessons Sister Joan taught throughout the week. In addition to teaching language arts, Sister Joan taught the children about the Native American culture while they created sun catchers.
Allore said that the week was inspiring and enhanced her own talents as a teacher. At the end of the four-day program, the parents were invited to a poetry reading. The children read their poetry aloud and then presented the finished work to their parents. “It was a very powerful evening,” said Allore. “Many of the parents got emotional. I’ll continue to carry on her teaching methods. She made a great impact.”
Among the sea of red tulips stands a yellow tulip all alone. Like the Ugly Duckling the tulip feels left out. But its spirits are not dampened and it makes some friends. Slowly, very slowly it turns a light shade of red. It is so happy and grows so tall that everyone can see it. Now it no longer feels left out, even though it is the color orange. — Mario Carroll, Grade 5 I have a piece missing My friend moved away I see her sometimes But this is how my heart broke. — Maryann Sammakia, Grade 5 The Terrific Song of Shannon Cameron I am a key that unlocks secrets I am a wild horse that runs with joy I am a leotard that flips around the floor I am the shining moon of midnight I am a beautiful ocean that shines in the sun I am a soft flute that floats in the breeze I am a tiger lily that stands tall for all I am a mountain of kindness for everyone I am the letter S that starts my name and sharing I am a young tree that will grow to success. — Shannon Cameron, Grade 5 The Joyful Song of Joseph Bobrowski I am a happy fish twirling near the glistening sand. I am a heavenly mountain reaching up to the clouds. I am a violin playing a nighttime tune, I am a quiet little pond. I am a gentle wind flowing over the clouds of the sunset. I am a fluffy fur coat that keeps people warm during the cold. I am a sunflower that is very excited about being planted. I am a tree waving my leaves in the swift wind. I am a candle shining my light for all. — Joseph Bobrowski, Grade 5 The Magnificent Song of Chelsea Tye I am a rose, a sincere sign of affection. I am a fence keeping someone’s secret deep within me, I am a book, intelligent and interesting. I am an earring, flattering and subtle. I am a golden saxophone playing sassy songs. I am a mountain at first straining then rewarding. I am a dolphin, though shy I’m radiant. I am the songbird of the sunrise. I am the letter Z the last thing you think of. — Chelsea Tye, Grade 5