Respite

It's the busiest time of the school year, and I worked wall to wall all day with a big pile of work on my desk when I left and some more in my bag to work on when I got home, BUT at 5:30 when I drove past the garden I did not resist the urge to stop. After just fifteen minutes outside in the fresh air weeding and watering, mulching and marveling at the amazing progress my plants make even when I am not there, I felt restored and I continued home to work some more.

Doppelganger

Twilight Zone:

Tonight I shall talk to you about glorious conformity... about the delight and the ultimate pleasure of our unified society... you recall, of course, that directionless, unproductive, over-sentimentalized era of man's history when it was assumed that dissent was some kind of natural and healthy adjunct to society.

We know now that there must be a single purpose! A single norm! A single approach! A single entity of peoples! A single virtue! A single morality! A single frame of reference!

Wikipedia article on PLCs:

When teams learn together there are beneficial results for the organization. It becomes the team, not the individual, that is viewed as the main learning unit. High-quality collaboration has become no less than an imperative.

It is time for everyone to be pointed in the same direction and working on the same agenda! None of us know what all of us know!



Or is it the other way around?

That's a Thing?

This time of year is a bit of a Sargasso Sea of television for us. Regular season shows have had their big finales, but summer shows have yet to debut. Oh, in a week or so, our TIVO will be full of more options than we could ever watch, but I confess to doing a bit of channel surfing my way out of the doldrums over the last few nights.

I was surprised by the several things of interest I found... Anthony Bourdain, the 1960's (!), and Morgan Spurlock on CNN alone. But the most intriguing show of all was the one about tree houses on Animal Planet.

Forgive me if I'm way behind on this, but Pete Nelson and the other Tree House Masters have stolen my TV heart! 

Seek and Ye Shall Find

I can't think of a better way to spend a beautiful Sunday afternoon than zig zagging through DC chasing the answers to a series of goofy puzzles with my nephew, Treat. He and I were among the folks who attended the first ever Post Hunt back in 2008, and it's been an annual tradition since.

Say that the puzzles were easier this year if you must, but we actually solved the end game, and we were only a couple of minutes behind the winners. The weather was gorgeous; the company was great, and so despite the crowd (that neither one of us likes at all), it was a very good day.

In fact, it was everything I was looking for.

Bossy

You ain't seen nuthin' til you see your cat go and get your dog to come for dinner.

Day On

I stayed home from school today to work on the school magazine. While I believe in the value of publishing art and writing, and (full disclosure) I do receive a stipend for the project,  it is nevertheless a huge time burden at this very busy point in the school year, and I inevitably end up taking a day off to finish it.

So, knowing I would be spending a lot of time on the computer today, I decided to set a timer to remind myself to get up and move around. Every 22 minutes I did 10 flights of stairs, a hundred crunches, 30 jumping jacks, or... ate a snack. Although I had to endure the strange looks the cat and the dog gave me, and to be honest, sometimes I ignored the timer, in general I could tell I was a lot more productive than I would have been if I had worked straight through.

Noted.

Please Return to Sender

The hundred day writing challenge is down to its final fortnight, and this year we're wrapping it up with the Gratitude Challenge. All students are invited, but not required, to post some thank-yous to all sorts of people in their lives.

When I introduced the activity earlier this week, the inevitable question in each class was "What's the prize?" My answer was that I thought they would find that the challenge itself was rewarding, and I encouraged them all to give it a try. If you send gratitude out into the universe, you never know what you may get in return.

Some scoffed, to be sure, but a handful of kids are participating, and their writing has been lovely and sweet. Even the most minimalist of the bunch has turned some heartfelt phrases. Some letters, too, have been wrenching, reminding me even at this late date that there is so much we don't know about the children in our charge.

Here's an example:

Dear sister,

Thank you for always caring about my mom and I. I know you haven't seen mom ever since you were five, but look at you, twenty years old. Thank you for sending me the El Salvador soccer shirt. I know El Salvador is not good at soccer, but I root for them. I sorry you have to get surgery on your wrist. Make sure to take care for our brother, Omar.

I hope I see you soon,

Carlito.