The Dormouse is learning about the Titanic in social studies this week.  Wasn't aware that was third grade curriculum, but eh, whatevs. I'm just happy that they're actually reading books about it and no one has told them to come home and ask their parents if they can watch that James Cameron movie

Shhhh! She doesn't seem to have any awareness that there even was some movie about the Titanic.  Let's try and keep it that way, huh?  If she asks, I plan to show her The Unsinkable Molly Brown and claim that's the only one I know.  The music is a lot better in that.

For their activity, the teacher photocopied some of the literature they were reading and asked them to cut out the words and select/rearrange them to write a poem about the disaster.  A cheaper, less magnetic, version of magnetic poetry.  This is what The Dormouse created:

It might be hard to read, so I'll transcribe:

passengers say

ship's safe,
it's not!
help us!


Then below, you can see the broken ship sinking down under the waterline.

At first, I was all, "WHAT THE %$^&?"

And then within about two seconds, that feeling was replaced by tremendous pride.