No, you aren’t supposed to judge a book by it’s cover, but we all do it sometimes. I was looking for a book for my son and this title caught my eye. I’m a teacher. How could a teacher’s funeral be a comedy? I read the first paragraph and decided to check it out.
Here’s the first paragraph:
If your teacher has to die, August isn’t a bad time of year for it. You know August. The corn is earring. The tomatoes are ripening on the vine. The clover’s in full bloom. There’s a little less evening now, and that’s a warning. You want to live every day twice over because you’ll be back in the jailhouse of school before the end of the month.
It isn’t the best book I’ve ever read, but it was a fun read. Because it took place in the early 1900s, it took a few chapters to get my brain into the time period. If you enjoy historical fiction children’s books and have strong feelings about school (positive or negative) this book might interest you. However, what interests me is the books that you have read as a result of the cover. What book did you pick up solely because of the cover?
I mean, so bad that I could get lost in my own neighborhood. Not an exaggeration! Today I literally got lost in my own neighborhood!
After giving away my oldest pair of gym shoes after the Dirty Girl Mud Run, I needed a new pair. You know so the old pair can become the oldest pair – for future muddy endeavors. So me and my new pair went on a walk today around the neighborhood.
I was a little frustrated, needing some alone time. I just walked, past the dog park, around the neighborhood, listening to music and not exactly focusing on where I was going. Those new shoes of mine started to hurt and so it occurred to me I had absolutely no idea how to get home. Thank goodness for the GPS on my phone! I was 1.1 miles away from home, but it got me home and I got a nice workout! If not for modern technology I would have probably been lost and crying on the side of the road. I am horrible at directions!
It seemed like a good idea, but crawling through mud? Hmmmmm, I don’t know. I especially doubted myself as we drove to the Lake County Fairgrounds on Saturday morning. Butterflies in my stomach and doubts clouding my head. Turns out it was fantastic! I should have been working out more, so we could run more. However, I am work with great teachers who walked when I needed to walk.
You wouldn’t believe how fun and liberating it is to slide down a giant slide into a pool of mud. One of the most fun things I have EVER done. I wish we could have gone back and done that obstacle again! I will be back again next summer for the Dirty Girl Mud Run. Now I must go clean out mud from my ears, again. ;P
Our class is what I like to call organized chaos. There are very few silent moments and it is far from a traditional classroom. A passing conversation between my co-teacher, Jill, and a second grade teacher today while picking up the kids from recess explains it exactly.
L: Is J wearing a cape?
Jill: Yes he is. Welcome to 3SB.
I love our class!
We become knowledgeable about any activity or topic that interests someone we love. I know how much a touchdown is worth because of my fiance. I have significant knowledge about superheroes and Legos because of my son. And I have learned the basic rules of basketball because of my students.
Today I went to see my students’ basketball game. (Technically I don’t teach these girls anymore, however I will always consider them mine.) It is amazing for me to see students who may struggle with reading at school be stars on the court. I wasn’t going to go today, but I saw one of my girls this morning. She said, “Ms. Bless, you’re coming to the game today. Right?” I had see her!
They did fantastic! 20 – 4. Learning the rules to a game I am not necessarily interested in is worth it. It shows the kids that I care and it allows me to see them persevere and succeed at something outside of academics.
I had dinner tonight with friends at a restaurant connected to the mall, so I HAD to go inside and get a Cinnabon. One of my friends has never even had one before! Needless to say we forced her to get one and hopefully she is at home enjoying her treat. I was trying to put together what I could write about, but in this case a picture is worth a thousand words. If only I could link the smell…
I have received numerous notes about homework mishaps, including a dog actually eating a child’s homework. However, now I am on the other end. I spilled coffee on my son’s homework last night! He said he was pretty sure his teacher wouldn’t be mad, but he wanted to write a note on the back just in case.
My son and I met my mom for lunch today. Since we recently found out that he will need to have his adenoids out, she brought pictures of when I got my tonsils and adenoids out. I was in second grade, just like is now.
I know it is a minor surgery, half an hour, outpatient, no overnight stay required, but he is my little boy and the fact that he has to have surgery scares me. I keep reminding myself we are lucky to have a healthy son because I know that there are parents who have to watch their children go through much worse. I am nervous, but I know I am one lucky lady to have such an amazing and healthy son.
My grandma, Ma, is my hero. She is probably the best person I know or will ever know. I depend on her and she never lets me down. She has supported me through childhood, pregnancy at age eighteen, college and motherhood, teaching, and everything else that life throws my way.
Her patience is seemingly endless. Her house is always spotless. And, as my son says, “Ma cooks everything better.” When making a decision about anything I think: What would Ma do?