I'm pretty sure my students might be murderers.
My third graders love writing fictional stories, though as they are ESL students, their grammar is always a bit off. Here is an example of a heart warming death story produced by a student, transcribed exactly as she wrote it.
"In 1968, there have a cute magical cat. It named Clinda. She was growing up slowly and slowly. She loved play with a friend with no name. But, the magical cat give he a name, it was Jack. The friend was a boy snake.
And in 1969, they were running together in a big ice museum. They slide on the ice and jump on the ice.
In 1970, they were loved each other. And they playing together, drinking tea together, and buy things in the mall together.
In 1971, they were marry in the church. On marry time, they were kissing, and they were dancing and eating. Then, they have a cute little monster, because the father was a snake and the mother was a magical cat.
In 1972, the little monster is dead, because in 1st July in 1972, they were in the park and play, and they were walk on the street and a car "PA!" hit the little monster.
And mother cat and father snake is very very very SAD!
And in 1973, the mother cat was dead. And the father snake was SAD.
And in 1974, the father snake was dead too! And the family were all dead!
The end."
Accompanying other similar death-filled stories were some beautiful pictures.
My third graders love writing fictional stories, though as they are ESL students, their grammar is always a bit off. Here is an example of a heart warming death story produced by a student, transcribed exactly as she wrote it.
"In 1968, there have a cute magical cat. It named Clinda. She was growing up slowly and slowly. She loved play with a friend with no name. But, the magical cat give he a name, it was Jack. The friend was a boy snake.
And in 1969, they were running together in a big ice museum. They slide on the ice and jump on the ice.
In 1970, they were loved each other. And they playing together, drinking tea together, and buy things in the mall together.
In 1971, they were marry in the church. On marry time, they were kissing, and they were dancing and eating. Then, they have a cute little monster, because the father was a snake and the mother was a magical cat.
In 1972, the little monster is dead, because in 1st July in 1972, they were in the park and play, and they were walk on the street and a car "PA!" hit the little monster.
And mother cat and father snake is very very very SAD!
And in 1973, the mother cat was dead. And the father snake was SAD.
And in 1974, the father snake was dead too! And the family were all dead!
The end."
Accompanying other similar death-filled stories were some beautiful pictures.
When they're not obsessing about death in their stories, they also enjoy writing about my eating habits.
All right, that last one is pretty accurate - I do enjoy eating many thing.