In the Common Core Standards, the first two standards under ELA-Literacy, within both the literature and informational text reading, address learning “Key Ideas and Details.” (I will discuss ELA-Literacy Standard 3 under Inferencing).
Identifying key ideas and details skill can prove difficult for a student with ASD due to weak central coherence not facilitating the recognition of main ideas versus details in a text.
Teachers can support high functioning autistic students’ abilities to strengthen central coherence by teaching these students how the details relate to a larger whole.
It again requires explicit practice with the teacher, in learning how authors leave “clues” about the main idea in the details about which they write.
Guided reading is probably the best vehicle for this type of instruction.
Not only is the teacher, as a more knowledgeable other, guiding students where they need direct instruction, there is power in peers modeling for the student with ASD the type of thinking and responding that needs to take place in order to successfully identify main/central idea versus details within a text.
This is true of all types of comprehension instruction.
There is a great deal of power in having the teacher target a student’s specific instructional needs in a small group setting while including peers who bring a diverse comprehension skill set to the conversation.
I do not like to talk on the phone.
It is hard for me to not see someone’s face (although I don’t always look at a person’s face when I am talking with them) when I am talking to them.
I get easily distracted and forget to listen.
I know that I am in trouble when there is a long pause.
What did they just say?
Was it a question I was supposed to answer?
Other times, I just don’t know what to say in return.
Do I ask a question?
It’s so hard to stay on topic.
Sometimes, to be honest, it’s boring.
Being able to video chat is better.
I sometimes play with the buttons and disconnect the speaker, because I still don’t like it when I just have to talk and listen to someone else talk.
I’m glad that I don’t have to talk on the phone very often.
Whenever I do, it’s very short.
We had weeks of band skills tests after winter break.
When we were not doing our skills tests, we could read or even play video games.
We were not supposed to talk.
I played music from memory.
I played my clarinet to match what I heard the teacher play.
I played our concert songs for him again.
When it was all over, I was the first chair for clarinet in sixth grade band.
I don’t think that means anything special, except I sit up front.
My mom was really happy about it though.
I’m glad that I got time to play video games during band.
But I’m also glad that we are going back to learning songs and practicing our instruments.
Not everyone followed the rules during skills testing and that really frustrated me.
I don’t know why people like to talk so much, anyway.
My school gives us an email account.
My friends from fifth grade have been emailing me throughout the summer.
“What have you been doing?”
“Have you seen anyone?”
I wrote that I saw Johnny and Jimmy.
Summer has been a little boring, so I don’t know what else to write.
I have to “think of the other person” and “ask them a question about themselves.”
So I do.
And my friends write back.
Sarah shares about what her brother has been researching: Solar freakin’ roadways.
I think that freakin’ is a bad word.
I hope I don’t get into trouble for reading it.
I wonder if I should tell her to tell her brother that he shouldn’t use that word.
The video is interesting, though.
A good idea.
I like how Sarah wants to change the world.
I’m glad that she’s my friend.
Jimmy emails too.
He asks me what I ate for dinner.
I tell him, but he never writes back.
I’m not sure why he asked.
I’m not sure why he didn’t write back either.
I even asked him about his summer.
Mea’s teacher really understood how to balance time for her to be silly and time for her to focus. She would only have to say, “Mea, it’s time to get the sillies out,” and Mea would know that she had to settle down.
Mea could have gone to school all day (she was in half-day Kindergarten). She loved all of the kids she was able to spend time with – better than being with just dad.
Truly, whenever Mea would be out around town and see a kid, they all seemed to know who she was.
During this time, we saw Mea start to collect every scrap of paper, pencil, eraser, and bracelet that was given to her at school or at Sunday school.
I would find them all over her room – sometimes hidden, and sometimes not.
I would have to go through and “clean” out her collection, especially because sometimes it was just a blank piece of paper.
This was different than with the boys – they were just messy and didn’t put things away.
Mea was holding on to everything that was “hers.”
It gave us more to think about as she began her school career.
Switching to a school with a slightly different approach to reading helped us see just how little Kieran knew about phonemic awareness and phonics, and how much he relied on his memory to read.
While still reading “above” grade level, now that he was headed into short chapter books, his frustration with how to say multisyllabic and unfamiliar words was clear.
He reverted to looking at the first letter or two within the word and guessing at what it might say, based on the context of what he was reading. Sometimes he was right, which reinforced for him that he was “fine.” Many times he was incorrect in his guess, which helped us show him why we wanted to help him better decode those types of words.
While he would struggle with phonics again, later on in his elementary career, we were lucky to “catch” this behavior and need at the end of first grade. It might not have come out if we had not changed schools, and saw his reading through a different district’s eyes.
On Thursday night, Keystone State Reading Association held a Twitter chat with author and teacher, Jennie Brown, about how to maintain balance in one’s personal and professional life.
Sadly, I struggled mightily with this balance, especially toward writing, this weekend.
We are trying to sell our current home. Therefore, we spent the weekend cleaning our house (in anticipation of our first showing) and combing through the active listings to find our next house.
When I wasn’t cleaning or combing, I was binge watching The West Wing, which I had never watched even one episode of, until yesterday. No excuse. Just a respite from the stress we’ve embarked upon this week.
Then there was small group, church service, and softball try-outs.
But I cannot give up now. I have committed to blogging each day in the month of March. It’s the 26th day for goodness sake. I only have five more days to go.
Also, I have set a personal goal (a marathon 😉 to write every day (of the week) this whole year. It’s only the third month of said year.
So, here I am. Not eloquent, not witty, not insightful. But a writer – writing. That is going to have to suffice for tonight.
One District, One Book
An opportunity for families to read together.
Kids reading “classic” children’s books with a mom,
Or a dad, or an older sibling.
It brings the whole school together,
everyone reading the same text.
Reading a chapter a night – what will happen next?
Then, an author visit. How exciting!
This year, The Lemonade War.
Learning about where the idea for the story came.
Paying attention to life – filled with great stories.
The character needs motivation
And someone standing in the way of what they want.
A problem to solve keeps the reader’s interest.
Learning about the story from the author herself?
This post is inspired by Janet Wong’s poem “Dad” from Good Luck Gold.
My father is like a loyal Labrador – a great guide in life. A best friend, hard working, strong, a protector.
My mother is like a domestic house cat – aloof much of the time, but when you get that “purr” of attention, your heart soars from being in her undivided sights.
My husband is like an armadillo – having built up armor over the years, he’s an incredibly hard worker. Underneath, if you are lucky enough to get him to let down his guard, there’s a soft and vulnerable side to him.
My older son is like a sloth – surprisingly speedy when necessary. Strong body – slow and steady to accomplish his goals.
My middle son is like a Tasmanian devil – small and growing more solitary with (teen) age. Constantly active, capable of surprising speed and endurance. A whirlwind of a child.
My daughter is like a cheetah – fast, a survivor, beautiful, graceful, and sometimes a little illusive.
I wonder what animal they would pick for me?
I am imitating this format, as I think its clever and fun!
- One daughter – whom we prayed for and waited for. My athlete and our pride and joy.
- Two sons who are my guys – who I fight for (and with) for their own good. I hope they always know how much I love them and am proud of them, even when they move away.
- Three siblings that I grew up with: two brothers and a big sister.
- Four days that my husband had to work night shift to clear the snow. I am glad to have him rejoin the family – we missed him.
- Five years that we have lived in our current house.
- Six years at my current job, which I am so thankful to have. I enjoy every day, because each day brings a new, exciting challenge.
- Seven months until my reading conference in Hershey, PA! #KSRA17
- Eight is my favorite number… but I’m not sure why.
- Nine years since my Dad passed away – I always smile when I think of him.
- Ten cats that I have had as pets; only one currently. I am a Leo, born in July and love cats.
Have a wonderful day!