Never mind the hat, I'll just take the whip.
Who's Julia Child?
Friday, April 27, 2018
Overheard in the Museum of American History
Never mind the hat, I'll just take the whip.
Who's Julia Child?
Thursday, April 26, 2018
The Ups and Downs of Extraterrestrial Life
Today's Jolly Rancher Challenge, after yesterday's assignment to write an ode to a planet, was to say the best thing and the worst thing about living on another planet. The answers were straight out of Kids Say the Darndest Things.
"The solitude would be a plus," said one guy, "but the suffocation would be pretty bad."
"I would love all the newness!" another student told me, "but? Ugh! No WiFi!"
"The low gravity would be great, but the -600 temps would be pretty cold."
"I'd love to see the rings every day, but no solid surface would make it hard to walk around."
"Well, I'd never be cold on Venus," a girl said, "but I don't think I would live very long!"
"The solitude would be a plus," said one guy, "but the suffocation would be pretty bad."
"I would love all the newness!" another student told me, "but? Ugh! No WiFi!"
"The low gravity would be great, but the -600 temps would be pretty cold."
"I'd love to see the rings every day, but no solid surface would make it hard to walk around."
"Well, I'd never be cold on Venus," a girl said, "but I don't think I would live very long!"
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
No Witnesses
They tore the trees out today. Years ago, when they first planted the birches, and a school renovation enlarged my windows, I made a deal with my students that I would never close the blinds. If they could stay focused, we could all enjoy the natural light. Since then, I've kept my word and so has every group of kids, through snow and rain and thunder and wind, and this year, even through the construction of a whole school outside.
The digging, the noise, the crane, the bulldozers, the concrete mixers-- we have regarded it all with mild interest, even as the leaves turned golden and then fell, giving us a better view of those proceedings. And now spring has arrived. And this morning, just as the first green was velveting the graceful white branches, men in hard hats and bobcats with chains and saws assailed the trees and rather savagely took them down and moved them out of the way, presumably for some next phase.
For that? I closed the blinds.
The digging, the noise, the crane, the bulldozers, the concrete mixers-- we have regarded it all with mild interest, even as the leaves turned golden and then fell, giving us a better view of those proceedings. And now spring has arrived. And this morning, just as the first green was velveting the graceful white branches, men in hard hats and bobcats with chains and saws assailed the trees and rather savagely took them down and moved them out of the way, presumably for some next phase.
For that? I closed the blinds.
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Good Call
One of the assistants in our school is a former student. Young, smart, energetic, and full of positive energy, she brightens any class she works with.
This morning I looked across the room during the announcements to see Z throwing his shoes over the table at her. She nimbly dodged the flying sneakers and, when he was out of ammunition, calmly asked if he wanted to go to the gym to walk around.
Shaking his head furiously, he snatched his beloved school bus pictures from the floor and tore them in two.
"How about the clinic?" she suggested. "Do you want to go lie down?"
He visibly relaxed and nodded.
"Let's go," she said, and as she led him out of the room in his socks, I heard her tell him, "Next time you're tired just ask to rest. You don't have to throw your shoes at me!"
A few minutes later she was back. "How is he?" I asked.
"He was asleep before I left," she reported.
This morning I looked across the room during the announcements to see Z throwing his shoes over the table at her. She nimbly dodged the flying sneakers and, when he was out of ammunition, calmly asked if he wanted to go to the gym to walk around.
Shaking his head furiously, he snatched his beloved school bus pictures from the floor and tore them in two.
"How about the clinic?" she suggested. "Do you want to go lie down?"
He visibly relaxed and nodded.
"Let's go," she said, and as she led him out of the room in his socks, I heard her tell him, "Next time you're tired just ask to rest. You don't have to throw your shoes at me!"
A few minutes later she was back. "How is he?" I asked.
"He was asleep before I left," she reported.
Monday, April 23, 2018
Blank Verse
Today was the hardest day of the annual poetry challenge... Shakespearean sonnets!
I love my students this year, but perseverance in the face of academic adversity is not a strong suit for the group. As such, there were complaints, and to amuse myself and demonstrate the meter, I answered them in iambic pentameter.
"Do not give up before you try the job!" I encouraged, counting syllables as I spoke. "I know it's hard, but you are well-prepared!"
And then as the day wore on, it seemed as if my entire discourse became blank verse.
"Why do we have to write this stupid poem?" I suggested as the first line of a Shakespearean rant sonnet to a verrrry frustrated kid.
I love my students this year, but perseverance in the face of academic adversity is not a strong suit for the group. As such, there were complaints, and to amuse myself and demonstrate the meter, I answered them in iambic pentameter.
"Do not give up before you try the job!" I encouraged, counting syllables as I spoke. "I know it's hard, but you are well-prepared!"
And then as the day wore on, it seemed as if my entire discourse became blank verse.
You know that chewing gum is not allowed.
New reading logs are over in the bin.
The poem you wrote is really pretty good.
A pencil is a must to bring to class.
Your iPad should be charging every night.And finally?
"Why do we have to write this stupid poem?" I suggested as the first line of a Shakespearean rant sonnet to a verrrry frustrated kid.
Sunday, April 22, 2018
The Eye of the Storm
Yes, we are having house guests on Thursday, and yes, our house is an absolute mess. Boxes full of stuff from the pre-painted living room filling up the guest room; new curtains are hung over one window, but still in the bag for the other; a new rug has been ordered and will be delivered Tuesday. All our artwork is leaning against walls hoping to be hung from the new hardware we purchased at Home Depot today. Oh, we didn't get as much done this weekend as we wanted, but puppy sitting lunch and dinner invitations with friends and family had to take precedent.
These days we try to always choose people over things. The living room? Will come together. The guest room? Will be a comfortable place to stay. And most of all, we'll get to spend some time with dear friends celebrating Josh's accomplishments over the last four years, which is what we'll remember later on.
These days we try to always choose people over things. The living room? Will come together. The guest room? Will be a comfortable place to stay. And most of all, we'll get to spend some time with dear friends celebrating Josh's accomplishments over the last four years, which is what we'll remember later on.
Saturday, April 21, 2018
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