They have been asking for awhile now. It’s starting to turn into pestering. They can sense that they are wearing me down, but they can’t quite convince me. The kids in my class want to change their seats.
I usually like making new room arrangements and finding new ways to group kids together. It’s just that we changed the room around just a couple of weeks ago, and it still feels fresh. Plus, I have ulterior motives when I move them around. The kids who carry on continuous running conversations with me sometimes need to be placed farther away from my usual landing places. The kids who quietly play with lip gloss in their desk during math need to be closer to the front. The kids who do their best in a quiet environment need peaceful people in their group. The kids who like to cause a ruckus need to be spaced out carefully. It’s a delicate balance! I usually reach a point when the room arrangement starts driving me crazy, and then I know it is time to change.
Apparently this time the room arrangement is driving them crazy. So I decided to tell them we would switch things up, but then they started writing persuasive letters outlining their requests and reasons for requesting and I decided to let that play out for a little bit. I’m enjoying the letters that I’ve received so far!
“I don’t want to sit on the mealworm side any more.” (Yeah, kid…I’m with you on that.)
“I’m smashed over here. No pressure.” (Move your desk over. Less smashing.)
“There are boys sitting by girls.” (well…yes. No way out of that one.)
“My friends are driving me up that wall.” (Hey! That figurative language lesson is catching on!)
The thing is, although we don’t have “flexible seating furniture”, we practice a sort of flexible seating. As we move through the day, students group themselves and move pretty freely around the room. It’s not that big of a deal to me where they settle in to read, write, or do assignments. They use their own desks as places for keeping their belongings and having their own “real estate” when they want to have space to themselves.
Regardless, since they are going to the trouble of writing me letters, I will let myself be persuaded. Besides…just when I think I’ve seen it all I get a letter like this:
“My neighbors are driving me up the wall. And R is kicking me non stop. And also he won’t stop singing. And he can’t read in his head. And C can not keep her feet to herself. And she also always talks in a high pitched voice and I hate it and it never stops.”
I had better rescue him…