Today marked six days of school.
In the last six days, we have finally figured out where our spot is in line. I’ve said before that I assign spots in line. It’s that controlling nature of mine. Assigned spots virtually eliminate “He’s cutting in line! She cut! They’re cutting!” Instead, every once in awhile, I get, “He’s in my spot! She’s in my spot!” Either way, we’ve finally figured out WHERE our spot is, and now we don’t want to give it up.
They have also finally stopped stampeding me when they finish their work. For the most part. On occasion, I still get knocked down every once in awhile, but the bruises are beginning to fade.
Routines, routines, routines.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
Oh, and inside recess. STILL.
Don’t get me started because I checked the weather on my phone at lunch and . . . well, it wasn’t stifling or suffocating or sizzling. But we still didn’t go out. This sounds like it could make an emergent reader.
Due to the “we still didn’t go out”, it was obviously time to FINALLY introduce centers.
Centers = sanity!
What took me so long? (I forgot. Really. I woke up and thought, CENTERS!!)
I modeled and introduced several: Leap Pads, Writing, Math, Listening, Write the Room, etc.
But the one center that got the biggest reaction was Fishing.
And this made me think I should blog about it because apparently, none of my kids went fishing in kindergarten. And I have kids from five different kindergarten classes. And no one had EVER BEEN FISHING.
Now, THAT’S a good day. They didn’t say, “We did this in kindergarten.” Which kills me. Growl.
But they didn’t say anything, as a matter of fact.
Instead, they clapped.
I’m telling you – sweetest class ever.
I took several bows.
I may have smirked a little. That’s right. Uh huh. First Grade rocks.
Anyway, the whole thing got me thinking. Maybe not everyone knows about the fishing center.
I don’t know.
So here it is:
I hope I pull through.