2017 is the tenth year of the Slice of Life Story Challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers, but it is my first time participating. The goal is to write and post a "slice of life" story every day during the month of March. (I will still be posting book reviews but a little less frequently.)
Many classrooms are also participating in the Classroom Slice of Life Story Challenge. My seventh graders will be joining in a very limited form (writing 10 posts over the 10 class periods we have after March 7th when our previous unit wraps up). We'd love to connect with other middle schoolers via Kidblog (drop me a line at katie at thelogonauts.com to connect).
Slice of Life: normalizing
On my drive to work this morning, the snow was falling in fat, slowly drifting flakes that looked like someone manufactured them for a movie. Watching them through our classroom window, I remarked to a student that it looked like an ideal day to run around trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue, since there were big enough to taste. (I live in Wisconsin, so this scene is one that I expect to play out during this time, the awkward transition from February into March.)
But yesterday, it rained. Actually, it poured. Hard. Thunder, lighting, and the whole shebang for a good chunk of the evening. The noise was enough to startle the cats and drown out the television.
Last Friday we had an ice storm severe enough to bring down a fifteen-foot long limb from one of the trees in our yard (which, miraculously, only took out one picket in the fence on its way down).
And less than a week ago, it hit 68°F. In February. In Wisconsin. I spent the afternoon out on my porch, stretched out with a good book (The Sun is Also a Star, review coming soon). It felt amazing, and yet ...
Bright sunshine and shorts in Wisconsin (in February) isn't normal. It isn't what I've come to expect from decades of living here or from years of snow-filled February birthday parties. I feel a bit like the frog looking around him and discovering that the pot he's in is quickly going to boil. A bit like Cassandra staring out at the people walking by in shorts, no longer questioning the reality that is before them.
Normal is no longer normal. It's not just the weather, it's not just the politics, it's everything and everywhere. The world is shifting under our feet, and it seems to be coming harder and harder to know where we were and where we're going.
This slice has gotten a bit beyond me and my own life and stories, but one of the main things I hope to capture during the course of this month is a sense of my current "normal." To grab and capture what is slipping by before it changes and morphs into something different.
How's the weather where you are? Click here to read my previous Slice of Life Challenge posts.