Conversations I had with students throughout the day:
-There were some men dressed in Mexican army uniforms caught smuggling drugs. The president of Mexico says the uniforms were stolen, my kids say they weren't.
-Why casinos are not good and why in MS they only have them (or used to have them) on water.
-How to pronounce the name of the state of Louisiana (correctly, in Mississippian and in Spanish)
-How to say "can I borrow an eraser" so that can no longer be an excuse to talk in class.
-I was called a "white girl" for needing multiple blankets to sit through tomorrow's soccer game.
-One of my students got a job...I thought he said he was a "foot runner" this was highly confusing, but I had to send him off to class. Actually he is a "food runner" at a restaurant. Still don't *really* know what that is, but it at least makes sense.
-Was I called chismosa today? No, I think that was last week.
-The system of nicknames and some new spanish curse words.
-About how my mom and I have the same sarcastic sense of humor. :) When she was teaching and her first graders would come whining about splinters and such, she would offer to amputate. She said when the lips started quivering she would back off. I say things like that to my kids, of course the humor is lost on them most of the time. They just think I'm strange.
Fairly exciting day. Nothing disappeared and no one said I was a bad teacher. In fact many of my students today told me I was a *good* teacher. That made me feel better.
Monday, January 30
Tuesday, January 24
Third happy thing for the day:
These are two of the sentences that I got when I was grading original sentences for our commonly misspelled words homework.
"H fell from the second floor window, but he was all right."
"When my sister sees Mr. Y, she breathes."
I find both of these interesting. First, what made you think of throwing your friend from a 2nd floor window? Secondly, I get this great mind picture of a girl sighing when she sees her science teacher. :)
Ok, off to the cocoa and ice cream.
These are two of the sentences that I got when I was grading original sentences for our commonly misspelled words homework.
"H fell from the second floor window, but he was all right."
"When my sister sees Mr. Y, she breathes."
I find both of these interesting. First, what made you think of throwing your friend from a 2nd floor window? Secondly, I get this great mind picture of a girl sighing when she sees her science teacher. :)
Ok, off to the cocoa and ice cream.
bad day part II
Well, the good part about today is that I got all my grading done and all of my classes have even seen their grades with the exception of 7th period who couldn't be quiet unless I was sitting in my new red mushroom stool. They were, however, much better than usual.
The bad part is that my projector has gone missing and now I have to deal with that. I tend to want to avoid things that I dislike. I have interrogated every kid I know and no one has fessed up about it. I really hoped it would show back up before the end of the day, but maybe that was just me being hopeful. So today I was terribly stressed out and spent most of the day trying not to cry. Not because the projector is gone, but because I feel like I have some responsibility not to trust my students so absolutely anymore. But I want to trust them. They need people to trust them. I think it will make them worthy of that trust, even if they aren't...but they need to learn to be worthy of it, too.
I'm sad.
So now, since I couldn't find a Marble Slab friend, I'm going to make the biggest bowl of Girl Scout Cookie Thin Mint ice cream that I can and pair that with a mug of vanilla cocoa. How's that for avoidance? :)
The bad part is that my projector has gone missing and now I have to deal with that. I tend to want to avoid things that I dislike. I have interrogated every kid I know and no one has fessed up about it. I really hoped it would show back up before the end of the day, but maybe that was just me being hopeful. So today I was terribly stressed out and spent most of the day trying not to cry. Not because the projector is gone, but because I feel like I have some responsibility not to trust my students so absolutely anymore. But I want to trust them. They need people to trust them. I think it will make them worthy of that trust, even if they aren't...but they need to learn to be worthy of it, too.
I'm sad.
So now, since I couldn't find a Marble Slab friend, I'm going to make the biggest bowl of Girl Scout Cookie Thin Mint ice cream that I can and pair that with a mug of vanilla cocoa. How's that for avoidance? :)
Monday, January 23
Pride goeth before the fall...
I looked it up. That quote is in fact an actual biblical quote (Proverbs 16:18) . Instead one of the many sayings that gets attributed to the Bible.
That is my key verse for today...It was the worse day I have had in a long, long time. By the end of the day, I lost my temper and was so mad that my heart was beating and I could breathe. I had to go to Mr. Across-the-hall-neighbor to calm down. I *never* go across the hall to calm down.
2nd period - J, who I have been having some problems with, tells me when I accidently called out the wrong answer for the test question that I need to just stop and think about it because I am confusing him. Ok, that doesn't sound so bad now, it was the tone, but I tell him that he shouldn't criticize me, I never said I was perfect. He continues talking so I send him to the hall. Basically he tells me that he is bored in class because I am not prepared and he sits around a lot. I really want to tell him that there are 25 kids in class, all of whom need special attention and he needs to learn patience. What I do tell him is that he is 18 and I have a master's degree and he needs to just accept that I know more about teaching than he does and that I am not perfect, human, and I do make mistakes. I was furious. I am getting together the entirety of the work for the six weeks and letting him work on it himself. He can sit in the back and speed along at his own pace. After school when I mentioned that I had a bad day, mijo asked me to tell him who it was, "come on, just tell me. I want to know." from a kid who is not violent at all, it was kinda flattering that he would want to stand up for me.
6th & 7th we had an instructional meeting with head honcho from downtown. In these meetings there is sort of an unwritten code that we stand firm with each other and say what we have done to help the students. Last year the lady called us all down individually for our failure rates, told us all students should have a textbook (even though the curriculum doesn't even have a textbook in some cases. we would leave really feeling bad. well, I was incredibly nervous cause stuff like that always makes me nervous, but I got through my part and my friend from down the hall even threw my name in because she did a walk-through in my room this morning. it was going really, really well.
Then the new teacher's turn came round. She basically laid it out that the students didn't know anything and she was starting over from step one and since she had only been there 3 weeks, she didn't know what she could really do before the state standarized test. And since her kids are exit level, she is just doing the best she can. "they don't know metaphors or similes or even what dialogue is." Ok, not only did I teach LOTS of these kids last year, I also teach 85 of them this year...And they do know stuff. I can't believe she got up in a meeting with people from downtown and said that they didn't. Like we hadn't taught them anything the last 11 years they've been in school!
Now I've been told that I shouldn't take it personally, true, because she didn't know her audience and no one was sitting there thinking, "hey who taught those kids last year?"
Then I walk back up the stairs, steaming...to find my 7th period class trapsing out of my room two minutes before the bell. Apparently the sub that was covering my class that class period got tired of them and decided to let them go early rather than fight with them about it. Shame really, she seemed like a good sub. She definitely knew better. Well I start ranting at them to get themselves back into the classroom. Then I got every kid in the class back in their seats and tore them up and down about even thinking about leaving early. Then I kicked out the kid who had already been in my class 4th and decided to come again. After school another kid said they had thought about staying in my room too. I told him that he had better be glad he didn't.
By the time I got up there I was so angry that my heart was beating and I almost couldn't breathe. I made them stay a full minute after the bell to make up for the time they were going to cut out early. They will hear it from me tomorrow, too.
That is my key verse for today...It was the worse day I have had in a long, long time. By the end of the day, I lost my temper and was so mad that my heart was beating and I could breathe. I had to go to Mr. Across-the-hall-neighbor to calm down. I *never* go across the hall to calm down.
2nd period - J, who I have been having some problems with, tells me when I accidently called out the wrong answer for the test question that I need to just stop and think about it because I am confusing him. Ok, that doesn't sound so bad now, it was the tone, but I tell him that he shouldn't criticize me, I never said I was perfect. He continues talking so I send him to the hall. Basically he tells me that he is bored in class because I am not prepared and he sits around a lot. I really want to tell him that there are 25 kids in class, all of whom need special attention and he needs to learn patience. What I do tell him is that he is 18 and I have a master's degree and he needs to just accept that I know more about teaching than he does and that I am not perfect, human, and I do make mistakes. I was furious. I am getting together the entirety of the work for the six weeks and letting him work on it himself. He can sit in the back and speed along at his own pace. After school when I mentioned that I had a bad day, mijo asked me to tell him who it was, "come on, just tell me. I want to know." from a kid who is not violent at all, it was kinda flattering that he would want to stand up for me.
6th & 7th we had an instructional meeting with head honcho from downtown. In these meetings there is sort of an unwritten code that we stand firm with each other and say what we have done to help the students. Last year the lady called us all down individually for our failure rates, told us all students should have a textbook (even though the curriculum doesn't even have a textbook in some cases. we would leave really feeling bad. well, I was incredibly nervous cause stuff like that always makes me nervous, but I got through my part and my friend from down the hall even threw my name in because she did a walk-through in my room this morning. it was going really, really well.
Then the new teacher's turn came round. She basically laid it out that the students didn't know anything and she was starting over from step one and since she had only been there 3 weeks, she didn't know what she could really do before the state standarized test. And since her kids are exit level, she is just doing the best she can. "they don't know metaphors or similes or even what dialogue is." Ok, not only did I teach LOTS of these kids last year, I also teach 85 of them this year...And they do know stuff. I can't believe she got up in a meeting with people from downtown and said that they didn't. Like we hadn't taught them anything the last 11 years they've been in school!
Now I've been told that I shouldn't take it personally, true, because she didn't know her audience and no one was sitting there thinking, "hey who taught those kids last year?"
Then I walk back up the stairs, steaming...to find my 7th period class trapsing out of my room two minutes before the bell. Apparently the sub that was covering my class that class period got tired of them and decided to let them go early rather than fight with them about it. Shame really, she seemed like a good sub. She definitely knew better. Well I start ranting at them to get themselves back into the classroom. Then I got every kid in the class back in their seats and tore them up and down about even thinking about leaving early. Then I kicked out the kid who had already been in my class 4th and decided to come again. After school another kid said they had thought about staying in my room too. I told him that he had better be glad he didn't.
By the time I got up there I was so angry that my heart was beating and I almost couldn't breathe. I made them stay a full minute after the bell to make up for the time they were going to cut out early. They will hear it from me tomorrow, too.
Sunday, January 22
Linked in to the Post?
Somehow last night my blog was ranked. If you search for "Miss Mississippi pageant" on GoogleBlogSearch, I'm the number one link.
And I ended up on the Post's "who's blogging about this article?"
http://www.washingtonpost.com/...AR2006011601489_Technorati.html
Kinda scary..kinda cool.
And I ended up on the Post's "who's blogging about this article?"
http://www.washingtonpost.com/...AR2006011601489_Technorati.html
Kinda scary..kinda cool.
Saturday, January 21
memories
Tonight we flipped through the channels and are currently watching the Miss America pageant.
When we were kids, Sheri and I watched Miss America every year, cheering for Miss Mississippi (who by the way has more Miss America titles than any other state). Then we would have our own pageant in the living room: changing to swimsuits for the swimsuit competition, putting blankets around our necks for capes and fabricating crowns so that we could both win. We would try to get Mom to pick a winner, which was always pointless because we would always both win. I think we tried to con Joey into judging one year. We would do talent even...although all our acting was during commercial breaks. We would have to stay up late to see the end. Hmmm...9:00 doesn't seem so late anymore.
When we were kids, Sheri and I watched Miss America every year, cheering for Miss Mississippi (who by the way has more Miss America titles than any other state). Then we would have our own pageant in the living room: changing to swimsuits for the swimsuit competition, putting blankets around our necks for capes and fabricating crowns so that we could both win. We would try to get Mom to pick a winner, which was always pointless because we would always both win. I think we tried to con Joey into judging one year. We would do talent even...although all our acting was during commercial breaks. We would have to stay up late to see the end. Hmmm...9:00 doesn't seem so late anymore.
First Ammendment
We have been having the interesting debate at school about students and their blogs (Xangas specifically). I was sent this article through NCTE
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/
article/2006/01/16/AR2006011601489.html
Basically it talks about a school in DC who have concequences for those who post "inappropriate material" on their blogs. All the stuff I tell them not to write in the TAKS essays: getting drunk, their intimate relationships, etc. I printed it out for a friend who used it as her lesson on Friday with a lot of the seniors that have Xangas.
The comments from the teachers included:
"Yeah, they can post anything they want, they just need to know there are consequences."
"They have to realize that other people can see what they are writing."
I really lean towards we should just leave them alone. But truthfully there have been those who were fired for what was on their blog. For better or worse, should we teach appropriate use before these kids could get in *real* trouble?
Well that's the arguement. What do you think?
Here's a link to random high school blogs so you can get a feel. Not my kids obviously since I'm trying to be better about being more vague. :)
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/
article/2006/01/16/AR2006011601489.html
Basically it talks about a school in DC who have concequences for those who post "inappropriate material" on their blogs. All the stuff I tell them not to write in the TAKS essays: getting drunk, their intimate relationships, etc. I printed it out for a friend who used it as her lesson on Friday with a lot of the seniors that have Xangas.
The comments from the teachers included:
"Yeah, they can post anything they want, they just need to know there are consequences."
"They have to realize that other people can see what they are writing."
I really lean towards we should just leave them alone. But truthfully there have been those who were fired for what was on their blog. For better or worse, should we teach appropriate use before these kids could get in *real* trouble?
Well that's the arguement. What do you think?
Here's a link to random high school blogs so you can get a feel. Not my kids obviously since I'm trying to be better about being more vague. :)
Thursday, January 19
Should I be proud or disappointed?
I have always considered myself slightly better than Oprah book club picks. Now don't get me wrong, I truly appreciate her efforts to get a population of this country reading that wouldn't otherwise. However, they tend to all have the same plots as a Lifetime movie: women in trouble, men fail women, women conquers all...and maybe falls in love. :)
However, the novel I'm reading with class just became an Oprah pick:
http://www.bordersstores.com/features/feature.jsp?file=night_rg
On one hand, it may lend credibility to the book for some kids. On the other...does this devalue the quality of the book? Now that it is mass-marketed to the daytime tv watching population?
However, the novel I'm reading with class just became an Oprah pick:
http://www.bordersstores.com/features/feature.jsp?file=night_rg
On one hand, it may lend credibility to the book for some kids. On the other...does this devalue the quality of the book? Now that it is mass-marketed to the daytime tv watching population?
Tuesday, January 17
mijos
Tonight my friend and I watched our soccer team play an away game at the high school near my house. We brought our blankets, hot chocolate and warm jackets...because we were prepared this time, no telling us about it 7th period.
When we were there we whiled our time away divying up our students as our children. One of our students has been my friend's son, mijo, for quite some time now. And she has all but decided who my son should be, but we have all these other spare children running around! So I think we are up to 4 1/2 a piece that we each claim. One set of brothers has three so we have dual custody to be fair. Apparently we shared a sancho or two along the way to have so many that are actually brothers!
Also, I have been on this kick lately telling my students, when they are whining too much, "Does it *look* like I care?" I know, it is the sarcastic side of me. One of the kiddos, mijo actually, asked me after school how to say it. He kept swapping the words, "Doesn't look it...." So we had to practice for a minute. We didn't work on the intonation so when he says it, it just comes out extremely rude. :) I am going to regret teaching him this; I can see it now.
When we were there we whiled our time away divying up our students as our children. One of our students has been my friend's son, mijo, for quite some time now. And she has all but decided who my son should be, but we have all these other spare children running around! So I think we are up to 4 1/2 a piece that we each claim. One set of brothers has three so we have dual custody to be fair. Apparently we shared a sancho or two along the way to have so many that are actually brothers!
Also, I have been on this kick lately telling my students, when they are whining too much, "Does it *look* like I care?" I know, it is the sarcastic side of me. One of the kiddos, mijo actually, asked me after school how to say it. He kept swapping the words, "Doesn't look it...." So we had to practice for a minute. We didn't work on the intonation so when he says it, it just comes out extremely rude. :) I am going to regret teaching him this; I can see it now.
Monday, January 16
update on the perfect way to fold a t-shirt
Dan was successfully able to do this. I am in awe of my husband's greatness.
one of the most amazing things I have ever seen...
Last week two of my students called me over and asked me to watch this...
How to fold a T-shirt perfectly
Two days later they called me over because someone had successfully figured out how to do it.
These are the things that I *want* my students to share with me. The weird new year's resolutions they made over Christmas...not always. :)
How to fold a T-shirt perfectly
Two days later they called me over because someone had successfully figured out how to do it.
These are the things that I *want* my students to share with me. The weird new year's resolutions they made over Christmas...not always. :)
Sunday, January 15
i can see the fisheys in the water
Dan successfully cleaned out the goldfish pond yesterday. We drained all the water and scooped out the sludge and leaves. Then we pressured washed it, thanks to the pressure washer Dad gave us one time because "it comes in handy." Now it is very pretty and clear. There is a little bit of residue, but we think that the filter should take care of that...and we got blue water tint so it will be slightly blue also. We counted our fish (because we had to take them out to drain the water) and we have 13. They seem to have all survived, even though a couple of them got bopped in the head by a shovel.
I seemed to have misplaced my digital camera so I only have pictures on my cell phone and don't really know how to get them off. Maybe one of my students can tell me.
We are going to Target right now to get the rest of the stuff together and because I love Target. Not Target in general, just the brand new one downtown between my house and school. That one is great, convenient and handy.
I seemed to have misplaced my digital camera so I only have pictures on my cell phone and don't really know how to get them off. Maybe one of my students can tell me.
We are going to Target right now to get the rest of the stuff together and because I love Target. Not Target in general, just the brand new one downtown between my house and school. That one is great, convenient and handy.
Saturday, January 14
18 screws
Three of the computers in my laptop cart are currently not working. I set out this week to get them fixed, e-mailed support and they e-mailed me back suggestions.
I was supposed to take out one screw and pull the hard drive, try to boot and put it back. I got all the computers out after school, with the tiny screwdrivers Dan loaned me and set to work.
Out came one screw, nothing happened.
So I pulled out another screw, at this point attracting attention from two of the boys in my room, and nothing happened.
Then I handed it over to I who pulled and prodded. After 7 screws, in my defense, I did mention that perhaps we should stop and think about this. Perhaps they had been wrong about it only being one screw...but probably they didn't want you to take the whole bottom off the computer.
When I and A had ever screw out of the bottom of the computer, we still couldn't get the hard drive out. They decided it needed muscle; I decided the computer was broken to begin with so we probably couldn't do any harm. At this point, Dan calls and asks how come I hadn't looked at the support docs online. Good question. However by this time both boys had degenerated into giggles and was laughing pretty hard myself.
While on the phone with Dan I hear cheers because they got the hard drive out. It only took 18 screws. However, they were able to figure out a better way and get the other two drives out with only 6 screws being removed. Five off from the e-mail support lady. But in her defense when I look that laptop up online, it is configured differently.
None of them are working yet.
I am cracking down on the cursing thing. One boy has a three page, typed paper to write now. The other student *did* go to in-house, by himself, all day, on Friday. He was miserable and really mad at us. However, perhaps he learned his lesson.
I was supposed to take out one screw and pull the hard drive, try to boot and put it back. I got all the computers out after school, with the tiny screwdrivers Dan loaned me and set to work.
Out came one screw, nothing happened.
So I pulled out another screw, at this point attracting attention from two of the boys in my room, and nothing happened.
Then I handed it over to I who pulled and prodded. After 7 screws, in my defense, I did mention that perhaps we should stop and think about this. Perhaps they had been wrong about it only being one screw...but probably they didn't want you to take the whole bottom off the computer.
When I and A had ever screw out of the bottom of the computer, we still couldn't get the hard drive out. They decided it needed muscle; I decided the computer was broken to begin with so we probably couldn't do any harm. At this point, Dan calls and asks how come I hadn't looked at the support docs online. Good question. However by this time both boys had degenerated into giggles and was laughing pretty hard myself.
While on the phone with Dan I hear cheers because they got the hard drive out. It only took 18 screws. However, they were able to figure out a better way and get the other two drives out with only 6 screws being removed. Five off from the e-mail support lady. But in her defense when I look that laptop up online, it is configured differently.
None of them are working yet.
I am cracking down on the cursing thing. One boy has a three page, typed paper to write now. The other student *did* go to in-house, by himself, all day, on Friday. He was miserable and really mad at us. However, perhaps he learned his lesson.
Thursday, January 12
First week back
Well, it is the first week back to school and I have to say that I am really enjoying it thus far. My computer project went off without any hitches. Only a few complaints of "please mrs. let me use the computer today." All in all a very successful project. Tomorrow I go over the benchmark scores and tuesday we start our novel, Night. I hadn't read it until after I started teaching, even though I remember my sister reading it in high school. It is a pretty good book and I hope the students like it.
I had to write up one of my kids that hangs out in my room after school. Unfortunately he can't say an entire sentence without cursing in either English or Spanish. Since they have taught me a variety of Spanish curse words (I can cuss like a sailor now -- a phrase I have to say is beyond the understanding of my students so I gave up, the etomology is far too complicated to explain), I can't ignore their spanish curses. The student didnt' really think I would write him up. If my friend hadn't been there I might have backed down. I couldn't give him detention because he and his friends spend all their free time in my room anyway. That isn't really punishment. My friend is on her administrative internship so she can assign punishments. We gave him In-house for an entire day. He won't know anyone so he can't talk and will probably be by himself since the tardy calculator hasn't been running that long. We are hoping that this is discouragement enough.
I had to write up one of my kids that hangs out in my room after school. Unfortunately he can't say an entire sentence without cursing in either English or Spanish. Since they have taught me a variety of Spanish curse words (I can cuss like a sailor now -- a phrase I have to say is beyond the understanding of my students so I gave up, the etomology is far too complicated to explain), I can't ignore their spanish curses. The student didnt' really think I would write him up. If my friend hadn't been there I might have backed down. I couldn't give him detention because he and his friends spend all their free time in my room anyway. That isn't really punishment. My friend is on her administrative internship so she can assign punishments. We gave him In-house for an entire day. He won't know anyone so he can't talk and will probably be by himself since the tardy calculator hasn't been running that long. We are hoping that this is discouragement enough.
Friday, January 6
how much did you love school?
So, when you were in school did you ever show back up before you had to? I don't think in all my years of school I *ever* showed back up early...not even for some extracurricular thing.
Yesterday we are standing around talking. Bemoaning my friend who is leaving us to go to the old building and be our instructional specialist (same school, just not my right hand anymore). While my other friend may be going to an asst. principal somewhere.... I may just get left behind! Ok, back to the story, we are standing around talking and one of my 9th graders sticks his head in the window and waves. So Angela and I step out and talk to them.
"Guys, school doesn't start till Monday. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, really? Ooops. [sheepish grinning]"
The conversation ends with asking to use the computers, since they were up there. I told them no cause I had tons of stuff to do yesterday. Angela mentioned that she thought they might have just been up there to use the computers cause they had been bored all break. At first I thought, "Yeah, maybe," but then I remembered that one of the boys has a brother at our school...who didn't show up for school. This was all a ruse just to come and use the computer! Cute really. I kinda wish I could have let them if they were really *that* bored. I could have put them to work too, as it turned out.
Yesterday we are standing around talking. Bemoaning my friend who is leaving us to go to the old building and be our instructional specialist (same school, just not my right hand anymore). While my other friend may be going to an asst. principal somewhere.... I may just get left behind! Ok, back to the story, we are standing around talking and one of my 9th graders sticks his head in the window and waves. So Angela and I step out and talk to them.
"Guys, school doesn't start till Monday. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, really? Ooops. [sheepish grinning]"
The conversation ends with asking to use the computers, since they were up there. I told them no cause I had tons of stuff to do yesterday. Angela mentioned that she thought they might have just been up there to use the computers cause they had been bored all break. At first I thought, "Yeah, maybe," but then I remembered that one of the boys has a brother at our school...who didn't show up for school. This was all a ruse just to come and use the computer! Cute really. I kinda wish I could have let them if they were really *that* bored. I could have put them to work too, as it turned out.
Wednesday, January 4
various tv watching day
Today I have to admit my laziness. I have currently not gotten out of my pj's and am sitting on my couch after having watched 3 tv shows and a movie.... I have successfully finished up next Friday's lesson plans and am considering making up all the grammar quizzes for this six weeks so they will be done. Also I need to finish grading the benchmarks. I am about half through and they need to be done this week so I can go over them on Tuesday.
I am super excited about this six weeks. I have gotten all my lesson plans for lit genre planned out. We are reading Night by Elie Wiesel and working on short answer questions a la TAKS. Then we are going to write an essay. In an amazing amount of preparation I am handing my students a calendar with the syllabus for the six weeks the first day back. Shocking, huh?
Today I cut apart cards pasted them on blue card stock and trimmed them with my fancy shaped scissors so the students can all practice their inference skills and figure out the clues about the main character. Next I can cut apart their benchmark grades and sort them by class so they can figure out what they made! :)
Hope everyone else is having a good day!
I am super excited about this six weeks. I have gotten all my lesson plans for lit genre planned out. We are reading Night by Elie Wiesel and working on short answer questions a la TAKS. Then we are going to write an essay. In an amazing amount of preparation I am handing my students a calendar with the syllabus for the six weeks the first day back. Shocking, huh?
Today I cut apart cards pasted them on blue card stock and trimmed them with my fancy shaped scissors so the students can all practice their inference skills and figure out the clues about the main character. Next I can cut apart their benchmark grades and sort them by class so they can figure out what they made! :)
Hope everyone else is having a good day!
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