Last Day


Today is the last day for the SOL challenge. I can’t believe it I made it through. I wasn’t sure I would remember to write each day. But I did, but…there were three days I forgot to hit the “publish” button before I posted and nothing showed up. Need to work on that!

My class also finishes today. Unfortunately I am not in today, and Monday begins spring break. I have reminded them to go home today, write and put their notebooks back in their backpack so they remember to return it next month. We will also have our SOL Celebration in April. The results have been amazing. Out of 41 students, only four stopped writing after two weeks. The rest of the class kept up, enjoyed commenting on others work, and sharing.

I am ready to continue to participate in the Tuesday’s SOL writing. Thank you for this opportunity.

Becoming a Parrothead


Saturday I will transform from conservative 4th grade teacher, to a crazy, tropical, Parrothead.

My husband and I are leaving tomorrow for spring break in Las Vegas, where Jimmy Buffett will perform his second show of this year’ season. My husband surprised me with the tickets.

Back in 1983 I was a senior in high school and my brother was working on his doctorate degree at Michigan State University. He bugged my sister and I drive to Lansing to watch this guy named Jimmy Buffett. He told me it would be fun. He was playing in a small venue traveling to different colleges.

When I walked into the concert I was amazed  the way everyone was dressed brightly, singing at the top of their lungs, and having a party in their seats. I only knew one song, Margaritaville, so I  just watched everyone act goofy. “I want to be silly and laugh, and dress like that.” I thought.

That summer I purchased his “albums,” learned all his songs, and prepared myself for the next concert season. I never knew at that time that 34 years later and 34 plus concerts later, I would considered myself a Parrothead.

So as I pack for vacation this year, my tropical Hawaiian clothes, parrot earrings and necklace, palm tree designed sandals and flowery hair pieces are out and ready to transform me for one night into a singing, dancing, crazy Parrothead.

“I’ve got a Caribbean soul, I can barely control..” -Jimmy Buffett

She’s Back Today


I am excited today because after six weeks on medical leave our leader is returning.

Her calm presence in the building reassures that everything will be ok,

Her  top notch problem solving skills has helped me through times with a challenging student,

Her ability to laugh at certain situations helps the tough times seem a little easier,

And her kindness to all, makes each day a pleasure to begin.

Proud of My Son


“Got Ontv” was the text message my son sent me yesterday afternoon.

“What? Call me.” was my response. My son has been searching for a summer job after he completes his sophomore semester at college. After spending last summer as an unpaid summer intern at a newly created minor league baseball stadium filming for them, he was  ready to work and make some money.

My cell phone rang. “You got it?”

“Yeah” he responded with excitement, that quickly diminished,”It’s unpaid.”

I know that this internship will be very good for him and the knowledge he gains will far out weigh the minimum wage he would earn working as a camp counselor or concessions at a local business. He knows that deep down too. I told him to wait and see the hours and maybe pick up something extra. He thought about it, then let me know he is talking to his advisor to get college credit, and that it will be fine.

I’m proud of my son. He works hard, and he will do great things with his future.

3 Days and a Wake Up


Years ago, my husband had an annual fishing trip to Canada with all the guys in the family.He would spend hours at sporting stores finding the right lure, and fishing clothes. As the days became closer he had a count down “3 days and a wake up” “2 days and a wakeup.”

Now it’s my turn, “3 days and a wake up” until spring break, vacation, staying out late, trying new things, golfing with my husband, seeing my sister, seeing my sister-in-law and more. I am a sun worshiper from the ’80s, but now with sunscreen and high spf. Looking forward to the pool with the heat on me.

And then, when I’m back,  the weather  should be better and the kiddos and I are refreshed for the homestretch.

I Am Excited Today


I’m excited today because my son is home this weekend to play in a water polo tournament for his college against a local university. I cannot wait to sit in the stands and watch him play. It has been over two years since I watched him play water polo for his high school.

I miss his elementary and high school  days watching him grow up playing hockey, swimming and water polo. I never missed a game unless I had conferences. I knew the time was short until it would be over and I savored every game. Each season came with different  dynamics. Good teams, good friends, great parents or it could be just the opposite–boys who didn’t like each other, parents screaming at their kiddos to check someone hard, or teams where a game was never won.

So today I am excited to watch him play again.

I Am Happy It’ the Weekend


I am happy it’s the weekend because…

Two nights of conferences are over,

I can catch up on my sleep,

I can catch up on my favorite shows,

My son is home this weekend,

We are trying a new restaurant in Detroit,

It’s spring pedicure day,

One week until vacation!



Lots of books

Comfy clothes

Stuffed animals

Blanket forts

Healthy snacks

Excited children

Lots of books.

Today is a Read-In



Spring conferences began last night and will finish this evening. I met last night with approximately 20 sets of parents and the rest are scheduled for today.

A colleague of mine told me last night how she dreads conferences. She worries weeks before and has several notes on each child. It becomes a very stressful time for her. I looked at her and was surprised at this comment. She always seems so confident and comfortable.

I wasn’t sure how to respond because after almost thirty years of teaching, I have come to love conferences. I enjoy sharing all the progress my students are making, and I find  meeting with parents lets me into a side of their child I might not ever get to know. Of course not all conferences go smoothly. Each year there are difficult conferences too, but I will consult help from previous teachers or my principal. Some cause me worry and maybe some anxiety, but all in all, it’s a time of the year that I really  do enjoy.


Waking Up Too Early


I hear the soft whine in my ears. It’s 3:00am. I can see the glistening of his brown eyes staring up at me. I reach down to rub his belly, hoping to soothe him before he lets out a loud bark. It’s 3:02am. It’s conferences tonight. I need every minute of sleep this morning.  It’s not working. He starts his whine again, as he jumps on my nightstand and grabs my phone with his mouth.

Why fight it? (Well, because it’s conference night and I need sleep.)

I grab my phone/alarm trudge downstairs, crash on the couch and cover myself with a blanket. He jumps on me, snuggles against me and we both fall asleep.

Kleeko just needed some fur mom time.