I made it!
The weather has been insanely hot and we have not been getting our recesses and everyone I talk to who lives anywhere near me feels the same way we all do – which is WE ARE SO OVER THIS ALREADY.
One day after school this week (right before dismissal as this is how it always happens) we had a Flash Flood Warning and our principal had to get on the intercom and calm the students down because the thunder was INCREDIBLE and it sort of looked like we were about to have a tornado (of which I know a lot about since I’m from Oklahoma and it really did look and feel like we were going to have one) . . . thankfully the rain held off until after the students were off of campus and then it poured. POURED! I love a good thunderstorm.
Five minutes later, it stopped.
The sun came out, the temperatures never dipped, and that was the end of that.
I had PLC Training this week because somehow, I ended up on the committee. I always end up on committees without knowing how I actually got there.
Writing sub plans and driving across town to a training calls for a Starbucks in the middle of the week (I usually only treat myself on weekends) and I loved this new fall Starbucks cup and sleeve.
However, it is not fall. And I should probably have gotten an iced coffee or iced tea or something with ice because, besides being hot outside, the air conditioning did not work inside.
And I wore long sleeves because I am always freezing cold at trainings.
But I wasn’t freezing cold.
I was hot.
And sitting next to my principal.
I generally tend to be hot and sweaty around my principal because she is my principal (although she is very friendly and nice, this is just how I react to authority figures, it’s a thing) but this was extra sweaty and hot and not at all attractive.
So I had to eat a cookie.
I mean, I had to.
Every year my school has a Patriot’s Day Assembly on September 11. The entire student body sings a song, our upper grade chorus sings, a student council member reads this poem, we have a moment of silence, and we recognize (by name) any first responders or military who attend.
I had a couple of friends text me yesterday (who used to teach with me) to say how much they miss this assembly and that their current schools do not acknowledge September 11 at all.
I can’t imagine not having this assembly. Does your school acknowledge September 11?
We did our first Directed Drawing from Jennifer’s pack this week! I am a HUGE FAN! My kids were so quiet and so engaged . . . my goal is to try to do one per week now that I know how powerful this is! I think sometimes we’ll write about our drawings and, other times, JUST DRAW. Because it’s important. And there’s nothing wrong with it.
I am honestly so okay with kids drawing . . . and I often get asked, but shouldn’t they be doing something academic?
I do not want to open a can of worms today or create any conflict, but I have found that some kids who struggle in reading or writing or math happen to be amazing artists! Or they excel in soccer! Or they can put together an outfit complete with accessories like nobody’s business.
I just truly believe (in my little opinion which doesn’t really matter, I’m just being brave and saying it) that when I can foster an environment in which a student’s strengths are allowed to shine, it can actually trickle down into other subjects.
Meaning (I don’t think this is coming across very clearly) that if a kid is an amazing artist, but struggles in reading, and I allow that kid to be an amazing artist, and provide opportunities for that kid to hone her art skills, that maybe, just maybe, she will be willing to work hard, take a chance, and begin to improve in reading because I showed her that she is valuable, she has talent, she is capable . . .
Well shoot, if I just didn’t go off on a tangent and get all holier than thou.
I have read and re-read that longer-than-long paragraph and I still don’t know if it’s coming across clearly, but the main point is:
I believe it’s okay for kids to draw.
THIS IS HILARIOUS!
My friend texted a pic of this to me the other night . . . it’s their family “drink station” in their kitchen. She said her neighbor had it first.
It’s to cut down on all of the cups being used in their house each day. You get one cup per day. It goes on your initial spot. All cups stay in the kitchen. That’s it.
She has twin six-year-old boys and a toddler (also a boy).
I don’t know where her husband’s cup is but I LOVE THAT HER CUP IS A GLASS OF WINE.
I cracked up.
And then I said I had to share this picture and she let me.