For the past three years I have had my class participate in our own form of the Slice of Life Challenge. In late February I post on the board that “The Challenge is coming…stay tuned.” Each day it builds excitement and wonder in my classes. On February 28, each student is given a brand new spiral notebook. (It’s amazing what a new spiral can do for you in the middle of winter.)For some wonderful reason, this particular year my two classes have really enjoyed it. My past classes have participated, but not with the enthusiasm this year holds. Most students are working hard to keep it a small moment, while there are still a small few who still list what they did from breakfast to bed. Regardless, they are always ready to share when they walk into my class.
Yesterday, however, one student in particular did not want to share. No one is forced to share, but this student insisted she not be asked. She didn’t want anyone to read it. This was unusual because she is the one who is most excited to share each day.
She shared it privately with me. She had found out some information that one of her parents is ill. She was not filled in with all the particulars, but was aware it may be serious. She wrote about her feelings of sadness and concern.
In my three years, I am not sure that any my students have used the Slice of Life as a place to write any feelings except those of happiness and excitement. I am enjoying watching the growth of my students with the Slice of Life.
Wow! I think this is the first morning I am sitting at my computer not knowing what to write about. I read the announcements where I could click to a link for ideas, but that’s not helping today.
I think I’m really tired this morning, which is unusual on a Monday. I’m a little sore from my run/walk yesterday and I didn’t sleep well. The alarm rang too early for me today.
I have much today as I prepare for conferences this week. I will go in to work a little earlier than usual.
That’s it. My brain is empty.
Have a great day!
I am not one to make New Year’s Resolutions mostly because I forget by the time February rolls around. As a teacher however, it seems that the smoothest way to begin the new year after a two week holiday break is to set some goals. I encourage them to make personal and academic goals.
This year my students wanted to know my personal goal. I had to think about this one making sure that it was something I was willing to share with my students. I decided my goal this year is to make one new dinner each month. I had to try a new recipe for a main meal, side dish and dessert. My class thought this was a great idea and wanted to know what I would make for January.
A few weeks later, in February, they asked me again what I was going to make. Oops, I forgot about my resolution. I quickly came up with a meal the next weekend and shared it on Monday.
And now…here we are…March is upon us and it is the third weekend. Once again my class reminded me on Friday that I hadn’t shared what I was making in awhile. Oops! Forgot again about that resolution.
My cookbooks are out, my grocery list is made, and I am getting ready to go to the grocery store to make my “new” March meal.
Enjoy your Sunday!
I had hoped I would wake up today and it would start out great, because I went to bed with my head spinning.
My St. Patrick’s Day in my classroom went really well until…
-Three of my challenging students had a fabulous day only to have it go down hill the last ten minutes of the day.
-My son called me to tell me his phone interview went terrible.
When I finally laid down to fall asleep my head kept spinning over my students and son. Nothing devastating.Nothing I can’t reflect upon and look for ways to help all of them.
I woke up this morning thinking a new day, I’ll spend some time thinking about what to say to both my son and students. And then..I looked out my window to see another blanket of snow and snow showers. I can’t describe my feelings inside, but it’s down. I need spring, I need to get outside and walk. I think I need to bundle up and face the last few days of winter. Maybe quiet walk in snow may do some good.
Top of The Morning!
Today marks one of the crazier days in school. Holiday parties, last day of school, spirit week–and St Patrick’s Day.
I am ready. Planned something green to wear, and we are writing limericks. Limericks are not such an easy task at first, but with some perseverance the kiddos write some pretty cute limericks.
There will also be the students that swear they saw a leprechaun on the way to school. They will bother the students who will argue that they didn’t. There will be the ones that also think they saw one outside our classroom windows on the playground. Everyone will rush to the windows to look.
Some students will have green eyeshadow-
Some will have sprayed their hair green-
Some will have picked out every green piece of clothing in their closet to wear today-
Yes, today will be crazy, but it’s one of those days. My brother is an engineer and my sister is an accountant. I am sure their day will not be as crazy as mine, but I wouldn’t change it for anything!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
Every morning I get up, have coffee, feed Kleeko, sit down in front of the computer and turn on the tv. I am waiting for one thing. The Weather.
I am waiting for warmth.
I am waiting for sunshine.
I am waiting for the snow to melt.
I am waiting…for the weatherman….to tell me…that for the fourth day of the work week that my students will NOT have indoor recess.
We all have CABIN FEVER……
They must get outside!!
Not long ago I was sitting at the Apple Store in line for an appointment at the genius bar for my phone. I was catching up on emails when I heard a voice ask if I was Mrs. A.
Before I lifted my head, I knew it had to be a former student. The only time I am addressed by Mrs. A is by parents or students. I looked up and saw a young man smiling at me and telling me I was his fourth grade teacher several years ago. I could recognize him and his smile, but I couldn’t place him. It was over ten years ago, in another district, before first and last names were on class composites. He told me his name and asked if I remembered him. I did, but it was fuzzy. He had to remind me of the classroom, (did we look out the playground or front of the school) and who were some other students in our class. He also told me he had a crush on me that year. We both laughed.
The memories began to come back. It was a tough district that I worked in at the time. The classes were large, in an economically disadvantaged area, and I didn’t get much parent support. We also had severe budget cuts and we did not have preps. Gym, music and art had been slashed. We had a thirty minute lunch and went from 9:00am-2:00pm. I was concerned what would happen in their future. I worked there my first eleven years of teaching.
We chatted until it was my turn at the genius bar. My last question was, “What are you doing now?”
He looked at me and replied, “I did good. I’m in nursing school. I’m in college.”
I smiled and replied, “Great, I’m so happy for you.”
I am going to admit it. I love to watch The Bachelor and the The Bachelorette. I love to lay on the couch, and watch a show I call a “no brainer.” I can just sit and watch, and laugh at some of the things the girls and guys say and do. I can forget the craziness of the day and be entertained. To me, it’s an easy way to end a Monday.
I find Chris the host, funny. I think it’s funny how he tries to get the audience excited by saying “it’s the most exciting,” or “the first time ever in Bachelor history.” I enjoy seeing the pretty evening clothes, or the fancy dates that take them to exotic places, or to see a popular band.
Most times I am too tired to watch the entire episode, so I record and watch the rest of it the next day, along with the Jimmy Kimmel show on Mondays to hear his view on it. I even have my husband watching it with me as laughs at the silliness of the whole thing.
Some of my friends don’t watch it. They make it very clear that they don’t approve of it and sometimes make me feel that I am wasting my time with watching it. It’s beneath them. At first I was taken back, but now I secretly laugh inside. As I said earlier, it’s a “no brainer.”
I would like to settle down and relax for the rest of the evening and enjoy the extra sunlight, but I can’t relax until my son texts me that he has arrived safe and sound back at college. He is on the road now and he have about a two hour drive.
This particular spring break all of his best buddies from high had the same spring break week. They drove to my mother -in -law’s lake house and spent a few evenings there playing xbox and hanging out. I worried about that drive too, its about a three hour trip with a car full off 20 year old boys. All went well and they had a great time.
We had some great family time too. We saw Wolverine at the movies and had dinners together. When he felt like just relaxing we brought dinner in. He shot skeet and trap with my husband and came in second place at a fun shoot. I could tell he spent some quality time with Kleeko (our pug) by the amount of fur on his sweats.
In just a few short weeks he will have completed his sophomore year at college. I can’t get over how fast time moves. I cherish each day.