Monday, March 14, 2011

[tales from the class]

The students' writing prompt was to tell where they would go if they were a fly, who/what they would see and hear. One of the girls wrote something similar to the following...

If I were a fly, I would follow Miss Millsaps home. I would listen to her singing Spanish music. I would see a flashlight as Miss Millsaps set up for a party.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

[will you marry us?]

I'm a BIG sucker for cats....especially kittens. When I saw THIS commercial I looked past the cheesiness...okay EXTREME cheesiness...and actually thought it was pretty cute.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Monday, March 7, 2011

[tales from the class]

dodge ball n.
A game in which players on one team try to eliminate players on another by hitting them with an inflated ball.

Apparently, when the students are playing girls vs. boys it if EXTREMELY UNACCEPTABLE for ME, a female teacher, to toss the ball gently and get a GIRL out. A choir of 15 glaring second grade girls sang "CHEATER" (they meant TRAITOR). I will not make that mistake again.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

[tales from the class]

The SECOND graders are working on "Friendly Letters". Their assignment was to write ME a letter about ANYTHING. They could tell me about themselves, tell a story, ask me questions, etc. (I will be writing back to them). I have not read them yet, but as I walked around the room offing ideas and spelling help, I caught a some of the letters.

"I am happy we have the same colored hair." (girl with fiery red hair)
"I love swim lessons. Are you in swim lessons too?"
"Do you marry?"
"What do you do for a living?"
"Why are your favorite colors pink and brown?"
"You are my best friend."

Collected note says,
"you ar bad lik a gangsta"
(2nd grade)

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

[more hugging]

"If I had my child to raise all over again,

I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.

I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.

I would do less correcting and more connecting.

I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.

I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.

I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.

I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.

I'd do more hugging and less tugging."

— Diane Loomans