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Slice of Life:

We started off our long weekend by cancelling our plans to go camping. I’ve been overwhelmed by the work that goes into teaching this year, and instead of sounding fun, camping sounded hard.

Luckily our children are young enough that sleeping in the backyard is still camping. Saturday was spent relocating the stuffed animal brigade, or at least part of it, to the tent trailer in the back yard.  Every pillow in the house, and most of the blankets were dragged out, arranged and rearranged.  Of course this was all too exciting for anyone to be able to sleep. We eventually slept, and then repeated the process on Sunday night. After two days of playing in the sun, working in the yard, and fighting over who got to sleep with the orange teddy, everyone was asleep in minutes. On Monday night, they were both zonked by 7:15.

Turns out backyard camping is it’s own kind of hard!

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I try to participate in the Slice of Life writing challenge every Tuesday. You can read more at twowritingteachers.wordpress.com

 

Slice of Life:

The End

We finally reached it.  I even said those words:  The End.

I’ve been reading “Jack” by Liesel Shurtliff to my class.  Earlier in the year, we read “Rump”, and they were desperate to finish Jack mainly so we could get to “Red” before the school year ends.  I don’t usually choose an entire series (or at least what is published so far of this series) to a class.  I would usually read the first, then make the rest available for them to choose as independent reading.  But this series was just too much for us, and a bit above the reading level of several students who LOVED Rump.  So I’ve kept going.

Everyone let out a collective “Ah!”, very satisfied with the ending of this one.

We sat in silence for a minute.  “OK. So.  Vote for me.  Which was better:  Rump or Jack?” It was 50/50, but when I said, “Who can’t decide because they were both so awesome?”  every hand went up.  “Jack vs. Castle in the Attic?”  Jack won.  He also own over Fantastic Mr. Fox.  “Jack vs. Edward Tulane?”  Sorry, Jack.  Edward can’t be beat.

“Raise your hand if you would read any book by Liesel Shurtliff.”  Every hand went up.

Now that’s good writing.

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I try to participate in the Slice of Life writing challenge every Tuesday. You can read more at twowritingteachers.wordpress.com

 

Slice of Life:

I looked at the schedule for the week, and realized that today held two activities:  a collaborative inquiry (CI) group for me, and Track & Field for my class.  “Awesome!” I thought. “But weird.”  Out loud I said to a colleague,   “I’m glad I have Julie in my class while I am out.  Having a supply teacher on Track & Field day is tricky, but she knows them so it should be good.”

I forwarded all the T & F info to Julie, and then looked at the CI agenda.  Oh.  Wait.  The CI isn’t until Thursday!  I quickly e-mailed Julie back, telling her to disregard the previous e-mail and that she was still coming Thursday afternoon, not Tuesday afternoon.

“WAIT!  On Thursday we are going to the play!”  I double checked the calendar, and realized I was wrong about that too.  The play is Friday. I e-mailed our Roots of Empathy teacher to say that I didn’t need to cancel Thursday for the play after all, but that I would be out so she could come on Wednesday as we had originally re-scheduled, or our regular Thursday. Now my Thursday had become Friday, my Tuesday had become Thursday, and Wednesday was up in the air.

I decided that since it was my one non-lunch supervision day I would work through lunch, even though my class is in the classroom, because I am missing my prep today because of the T & F.  I was cleaning off my table, organizing my self (HA!) and wondering where the duty teacher was. There are usually 2 people covering 3 classrooms, and there was only one there.  “Who is supposed to be here with you?” I asked the other person.  “Someone is really late today!”

“Um, you.  You are supposed to be here today.”

Oh.  It wasn’t my non-duty day.

So.  For the record:  Today is Tuesday, a day 3, my actual non-duty day, but definitely Track & Field day and the day I miss my prep.  And tomorrow is just plain Wednesday.

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I try to participate in the Slice of Life writing challenge every Tuesday. You can read more at twowritingteachers.wordpress.com

 

“Mrs. Corbett…I was being really careful with this book but this page just fell out.”  It was a Ricky Ricotta book, number 2 to be exact.  They have been passed around my classroom like  hot potatoes for the past 2 months, since I discovered them at the book store. Five or six students had already read this book, but I surprised a page had fallen out.

“No big deal,” I said.  “I’ll tape it.”  As I began the taping, however, more pages fell out.  And then more.  In about a minutes time, every unbent, barely used page had fallen out of the book.

It took me a few days to get back to the bookstore.  I put the book on the counter and said, “I’ve had this book for only a few weeks, and it’s falling apart.”

The manager took one look it at and said, “Let me guess (publishing company)?”  She was right.  “Figures.  Get her another one.”  She said this to the cashier working there.  He wondered if I had my receipt.  I didn’t. “Don’t worry about,” she said.  “Just get her another one.  We have problems with this publisher all the time.”

I walked out with my new copy of Ricky Ricotta #2, and my class was very glad to have it back in rotation. I think we have nearly reached the point where all of them have read it.  They are waiting on pins and needles for the next to be published, and for the one our book store didn’t have to arrive in the mail.  I, however, am waiting on pins and needles for the others to fall apart.  I’m going to be so disappointed if they do!

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I try to participate in the Slice of Life writing challenge every Tuesday. You can read more at twowritingteachers.wordpress.com

Slice of Life: The Pool

We arrived at the Y about 15 minutes after Open Swim time had begun on Saturday.  It lasts for two and a half hours, so I wasn’t too concerned that it took us 15 minutes to get dressed.

We hopped into the teaching pool, once again feeling thankful that someone realized it doesn’t need to be as cool as the lap pool.  For weeks none of the children, not just my own, wanted to swim during their lessons because the water was so cold!

My husband was there, and he quite likes the warm pool, so when my daughter wanted to go to the “deep pool” I took her.  Spencer stayed and practiced swimming under the waterfall, while Claire and I braved the depths so she could practice diving.

As soon as I was in the pool, I heard my name.  My school name, that is.  “Mrs. Corbett!”  I turned and found a former student of mine staring at me through her swim goggles. She moved to a new school over the summer, so I haven’t seen her in several months.  “F!  It’s good to see you!  How is your new school?” Apparently it’s good.  That’s all.  Just good. She had other things to attend to.

“Who was that, Mom?”  Claire is always asking this when my fans recognize me out in public.  She knows it was a student but lately that isn’t enough for her. Now that we are in the same school she wants to know if she knows that child too, whose class they might be in, and if they might have a sibling in her class.

We swam a bit more, circling around to F a few more times, jumping off the edge and even venturing over to the deep, deep part (but not yet the deep, deep, deep part!)  “Mom, I’m ready to go back to the warm pool now.”  We made our way to the stairs, and once again enjoyed the warm teaching pool and diving for things with her brother.

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I try to participate in the Slice of Life writing challenge every Tuesday. You can read more at twowritingteachers.wordpress.com

Slice of Life: Going Home

I rushed both kids out to the car, eager to get them in and be on our way. The parking lot was full of puddles, however, so I was the only one in a rush to get into the car.  I finally got my son settled in, wet pants included because I didn’t have spares.  I walked around to the other side to buckle my daughter in, then got into the car myself.  The second I had clicked my seatbelt in place, a little voice from the backseat said, “Mom.  Me pee.”   We’d just finished an after-school activity and still needed to go to the grocery store so I was in a hurry.  The bathroom felt really far away, but when he says he needs to go, there’s no putting him off.

I climbed back out of the car, unbuckled his seatbelt and helped him pee.  Outside. In the parking lot.  “How old does one have to be when it becomes inappropriate to do this?” I wondered.  I hope his ability to let me know  before we leave a place comes before he is too old to do it on the parking lot!

Soon he was safely strapped back into his seat, and so was I, and his sister had miraculously stayed in her spot.  Now we were ready to leave.

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I try to participate in the Slice of Life writing challenge every Tuesday. You can read more at twowritingteachers.wordpress.com

Slice of Life: 31

I walk around the kitchen, opening cupboards, drawers, the fridge.  I move the bread, ham, fruit and yogurt  to the counter.  Next, I open the dishwasher and start putting containers on the counter, not away in the drawer, for these containers are in constant rotation between our lunches and the dishwasher.  My kitchen is an assembly line of sorts, as I cut fruit, make sandwiches and pack it all away into our various lunch kits.  Sometimes I am listening to a podcast or a video and other times I work in silence.  Thirty minutes later, there are 3 lunches and a morning breakfast snack ready to go for the day.  I unload the few remaining dishes from the dishwasher, close all the open cupboards and drawers.  The lunches are moved into their respective school bags.

Now I am ready to write!

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