Our class had the privilege of working with Chris Towe of the Pierce County Conservation District on a number of lessons about water and water conservation at the beginning of the year. In one lesson, we played a game that tracked the incredible journey of a water droplet.
After Chris departed, we wrote stories based on this idea.
Here are a few of the creative ideas the students came up with:
The Water Story (an excerpt)
February
I
woke up in the river, ice had formed overnight. (This year’s February
seemed to be especially cold.) Then I heard murmuring voices. “Look Annie, we have
so much snow and ice this year!” “I know, Sally” this seemed to be Annie’s
voice though I’m not sure. Then the children left. Soon I could feel the sun
warming the river turning solid into liquid, ice into water. Over the next few
weeks I could feel the days getting warmer until one fortunate day when I could
feel myself turning into vapor once more. I turned into a cloud. Suddenly, I
realized it was March.
March
The cloud I was in traveled for many
days until we hit something. Other water molecules whispered to me that we had
hit a mountain. Suddenly, I could feel myself falling off my cloud. I knew it was
not raining, I knew what raining felt like, it was like the cloud was shedding me
off. Before I knew it I felt myself merging with the river and falling for what
it seemed an endless time until I felt myself floating calmly into a pool. For
some time I stayed there until I felt myself being sucked up by what it seemed
an animal! Then I thought, "It's April."
THE
STORY OF A WATER DROPLET (an excerpt)
I will explain my story
as best as I can. As far as I can remember, I started out in a lake when earth
formed. One day, I felt a nice tingling sensation all over as I was gently
broken apart and lifted up into the sky. I couldn’t tell you how awesome I felt
at that time. I felt that I was the king of Earth. Suddenly, I started feeling a
jerking sensation so strong that my broken form came together into a cloud.
I felt cold, and I was wondering what would
happen once the cloud expanded and got too big. I soon found my answer, and I
didn’t like it. I was falling, tens of thousands of feet. I dreaded what would
happen once I hit the ground. As I fell, faster than a freight-train, I got a
glimpse of where I would land. I was relieved that I would land in the ocean
for the first time in my life. I plunked into the water freely with my friends.
At this point, I was about half a million years old. I stayed in the ocean for
several years before I felt a familiar sensation.
After the process of
evaporation happened to me again, I was placed in a large, fluffy cloud that
looked a lot like a clump of cotton candy. I knew that the process of
precipitation would happen again and I didn’t look forward to it. To pass time,
I talked to my friend Nicholas. I was in mid-sentence, when the familiar
uncomfortable sensation washed over me, if anything can wash over me as I am
water. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.