I love Sundays when they are not tainted with the Sunday Night Blues. It just makes for a much better day.
I decided I could finally begin tackling my school to-do list. Except I still can’t find it. And, if I could, the following project wasn’t on the list. I know.
But I started it. And now I don’t want to finish it.
See, the thing is . . . we use enVision math.
The program either came with math manipulatives or we bought them. I don’t know which. However you look at it, I have math manipulatives. I know. I’m a lucky girl.
We got counters, clocks, pattern blocks, money, tens and ones, etc. etc. etc. And we got cubes.
The biggest problem I faced with my supplies was that they came in a huge ziplock bag – one for each kid. Each bag contained all of the manipulatives each student would need. It made complete sense to me. Give the first grader their bag at the beginning of the year and tell them not to touch the tens and ones. Or the money. Or the clocks. Because that’s second and third trimester. Don’t touch it. Don’t lose it. Hang on to it, though, because I only have this many and there’s no more where that came from.
Uh, yeah. Not happening. I couldn’t do it.
I have what my therapist (aka chocolate and wine) likes to call “control issues”.
So I dismantled all of the bags.
And I bought tubs.
And I made 2×4 labels.
Of course.Math Manipulatives Labels
And I organized all the cubes together, all the counters together, and so on. And when we need those supplies, I get out the tub and we use them. And when the lesson or unit is over, I collect it. It has nothing to do with germs. Or vomit. That only happened once. Yes. For real. ALL OVER some manipulative money. And the desk. And the chair. And himself. And the little girl across from him. I was quick. I got out of the way. Every man for himself, I always say.
Anywho, this whole manipulatives-in-tubs thing really works for me.
Except the cubes.
The cubes have bothered me since day one.