We were on Inclement Weather again. I was asked on my last post why we had inclement weather on Thursday and Friday because I failed to deliver that detail. I chalk it up to a severe case of temporary insanity brought on by Inclement Weather in a class of 29 students.
Well, folks, we had rain.
Except it wasn’t exactly rain. Just cloudy. Gray. And the sky spit on us. That’s about all.
But it made puddles. It made the kids scream, “It’s raining!” It made the kids ask to go to the bathroom even though they just went.
But today was different. Today, I woke up and I said, “Today shall be different!” The hubby told me to stop talking. He wasn’t awake yet.
So I whispered to Sydney, “Today shall be different.” She didn’t much care. She just wanted a treat.
Here’s what I did.
I introduced Pin Art.
I know everyone knows what it is, but just in case there’s one person out there who might not know, I’ll explain it.
It’s an outline of a picture. Today I had Santa. Jolly old Saint Nick.
And you give the kids push pins (because that’s not dangerous or anything), and you let them lie on the carpet and poke that outline or the dots of that outline that is stapled to a piece of construction paper to their heart’s content. (At least that’s how I do it. I had the outline of Santa stapled to the top of a piece of red construction paper.) When the kids finish poking, they rip off the outline and they have a perfect Santa underneath. And then the light shines through all dreamy and wonderful. The kids freak out about it. In a good way.
Some people do pin art with sight words. I’ve never done that. But I should. It could be used for anything. ANYTHING. But I didn’t introduce it until today because I always have to have something up my sleeve.
We started poking at the first inside recess of the day. Actually, first, I lectured them on the responsibility of having a push pin and then we went through a million different “what-if” scenarios, one of which was “What if you drop your push pin and the principal comes in and then her dog runs through and then the lights go out, and we get to decorate our tree this weekend, and then someone steps on the pushpin?”
After that, we started poking.
It was heaven.
My partner came over to see if I needed to use the restroom (because we teach and therefore we are not allowed to just take care of bodily functions willy nilly – you must find proper coverage, as our school likes to call it, so then everyone gets to know your business depending on how long you were gone) and she said – and I quote – “Where’s your class?”
I said, “They’re here. They’re just lying on the floor and you can’t see them.”
She said, “They’re so quiet.”
I said, “I told you I was going to start Pin Art today.”
She said, “They’re so quiet.”
“I know,” I said, as a wayward tear rolled down my cheek.
I wish I had taken pictures of how cute they all were. But, people, I didn’t want to break the spell and it was my recess, too. I put my feet up and ate a banana and read a blog or two checked my email.
The exact same thing happened at lunch recess.
Except I ate an apple (look at me all healthy!) and checked facebook graded some papers.
And the best part of all?????
We got last recess!!!!
It was the first time my team and I praised God all together. One teammie said, “Amen!” And another one said, “Praise the Lord!” and then I said, “Hallelujah!”
And, no joke, the clouds parted.
Here’s the Santa:
Click the pic to download. Just copy him and staple him to red or green construction paper (at the top). Then give the kids pushpins and let the magic begin.
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