Let me start off by saying a big thank you to everyone for commenting on my Halloween story. That was a BIG one. If you haven’t read through some of the comments, you should. There are some GOOD stories!!!! I feel much better as a human being and as a teacher. And it doesn’t look like I lost any followers and so far, the police have not showed up at my door. I think I’m in the clear. A lot of you said that you laughed out loud when you read the story and I’m relieved. I mean, I think it’s a funny story but I kept re-reading it and I just wasn’t getting it. I asked my twin if it was coming across funny and she said yes so I went with it. But I’m glad you all thought it was comical (maybe I’m just not completely cured of the post traumatic stress disorder that it caused).
Well, it’s back to normal at school. It’s like Halloween never happened (and this could be because I wasn’t able to go to school on Monday due to some health issues and so a poor, desperate substitute had to endure the day. May God bless her.)
Today, we were able to do centers again (holla!!!!) and my little center group of FOUR BOYS (There’s no way around it. Not my best idea but I had to do it) got to go to the Post Office Center. I wasn’t sure WHAT they would do but I shouldn’t have worried. They wrote gobs of letters and after I complimented them on their t-shirts, baseball skills, hair gel, armpit farts, and hilarious knock knock jokes, they all wrote to me and told me that I am the Best. First. Grade. Teacher. Ever! I blushed. I beamed. Somehow during the chaos of the day, I accidentally lost the notes that they wrote to their kinder teachers. ???? Lost mail happens, right?
Later in the year, I extend the Post Office center by having the students write to Wrinkles. Wrinkles is a very stressed out dog. Man, does he have problems. I mean, look at his little face: