“Have you noticed we are getting shorter by the hour?”
Don’t worry. No one is actually shrinking. Today is beautiful. The sun is shining and it feels like spring. It is the perfect weather for an investigation into shadows. We went outside once each hour to trace shadows, observing the changes.
After our third shadow, a student came up to me and asked, “Have you noticed we are getting shorter by the hour?” 🙂
Some days I wish they were shrinking, because most of them are eye level or taller than me…
Excitement filled the gym. It was our girl’s 4th/5th grade basketball game and the girls were up by several baskets.
One of my students on the team passed by where I was sitting with some fifth grade boys on her way back from the drinking fountain.
“Sally.” Sally paused and turned to face Billy. “Sally, did you play in the game yet?”
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Did you score any points?”
“Not in this game.”
“Did you score points in any of your other games?” he asked, starting to smirk.
She nodded, starting to look impatient with his line of questioning.
“How many points?”
“I don’t know.”
“Probably only like two.”
“How many points did you score this year?”
“I wasn’t on the team,” he replied.
And she walked away, back to win their second game as a team. BOOM! I was so proud of her! She didn’t let him get to her and she stood up for herself. You go girl!
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
“Is this for a grade?”
“Are you just telling me that so I try my best?”
A smirk. A nod. And off to work he goes….
Oh, the “conversations” with fifth grade boys…
“Please?!? I promise I won’t ask for anything!” my son begged as we drove past.
“No. We aren’t going.” I was adamant, on the outside anyway.
“Why not? I won’t ask.”
“No, you’ll just look at me and I’ll end up buying you something,” I replied.
He shrugged. It was true and he wouldn’t deny it.
I was resolute and we didn’t stop at the store. But, it was extremely difficult because I wanted to go as much as he did. Where you ask? The bookstore! #proudmommy #raisingareader #heismyworld
Several ideas for slices
Have crossed my mind today.
But each time I start to write one,
It is starting to come together,
And then Troy starts to talk to me
About our dog,
About his idea for a graphic novel,
And then it is no longer coming together…
But I will never turn down a chance
To listen to my son.
If I stop listening,
He might stop talking.
So today’s slice must wait,
Because life is happening
And I am listening.
“I’m scared…Today could be the day…”
Silence. He was checking his blog. “Nope.”
“Today’s not the day?” another student sympathized.
“Nope. Maybe tomorrow,” Julian responded.
At this point we all know exactly what he is referring to – Sophie’s Mom.
My students have been blogging all month as part of the Two Writing Teachers Classroom Slice of Life. Recently, Stacey Shubitz commented on some of my students’ blog posts. (Thank you Stacey!) When she comments, a tiny picture of her is also visible next to the comment. Julian at Amazing15 saw a comment from her on a classmate’s blog and automatically turned to Sophie, a classmate. “Is this your mom? Are you sure?” She assured him it was not her mother, but couldn’t deny the resemblance.
Although he knows Stacey Shubitz is from Two Writing Teachers and is not Sophie’s mom, he still looked each day this week for a comment from “Sophie’s Mom.” Today his post is about this very wish. You can read it and leave him a comment here. He is a dedicated writer and has sliced every day of March so far!
Stacey – If you are reading this, it would make Julian’s day/week/school year if he were to receive a comment from Sophie’s famous mom!
“Ms. Bless, I compared you to my mom the other day.”
This came from a student and from experience I know this can go many different ways. You never know if you will be receiving a compliment or a hit to your self-esteem.
“Why? How are we the same?” I asked warily.
“Well, she was mad at us,” she started explaining a situation with her brothers. “And I said, ‘You’re like Ms. Bless. You both get mad at us sometimes, but you still love us no matter what.”
My ❤️ is full!