Reading Greenway First School Parent Meeting 12th November 2012 Good reader? + Good language comprehension, poor word recognition Good word recognition, good language comprehension Poor word recognition, poor language comprehension - Language comprehension Word recognition + Good word recognition, poor language comprehension Three stages • Pre Reading • During Reading • Post Reading Quick game Word tennis Quick game • Which words probable not likely Quick game Activate knowledge Word tennis All was unusually quiet in Port Royal … but if you listened carefully, on the quayside, down the alleyways and in the candlelit taverns, you could hear the faint sound of a fiddle floating on the wind. Outside the Thirsty Parrot Inn, an old fiddler appeared. As he fiddled, he sang a song … “I was sailing one day and what did I see? An island of gold in the scurvy sea! With a fiddle-de-dee, there’ll be treasure for me, fiddle-de-dee, across the sea.” His shanty caught the ear of the dastardly Captain Purpleboard. Putting down his ale and wiping his lips, Purplebeard bellowed out the window …”Treasure, you say? Can you show us the way? To the Captain’s delight the fiddler replied: During • • • • • Make Connections Ask Questions Visualise Determine importance Draw inference - booktalk Be prepared to change your ideas... Tell me what you thought about... Tell me more about... What came into your mind when you read... Can you extend that idea a bit for us...? Have you come across anything like this Before ? What led you to think that ...? Tentative Language • • • • • • • Maybe… Perhaps… Does anyone else think… I/we think… I’m/we’re not sure but… I/we were wondering if… I/we have changed our minds and now think… Book talk The crack of a driver’s whip, his shouts and curses, the crunch of wheels and the labouring snort of horses broke into her thoughts. She spied through a veil of shifting leaves. There was no traffic in any direction. She pulled down the black mask that she’d worn at last winter’s masked ball and pulled up a green silk kerchief to hide the lower half of her face. The coach creaked almost to a halt at the crest of the rise, the horses sweating after the steep hill. As the driver drew back his whip to urge them onward …….. ERIC • Tell me more about Eric • Does this story remind you of anything? • Is there anything that puzzled you?