Foldables

I went to a fan-FREAKING-tastic workshop today about Dinah Zike's foldables. We're getting the Treasures reading program in the fall, and apparently it's loaded with foldables.

I'm SUPER excited to use more of these in the classroom. I already use some of them, but these were great reminders/refreshers about how to use them across all content areas and how to use them for assessments. I came across this website for foldables in math (it's free, go there... like now!) and you all know how crazy I am about math AND hands-on learning activities. I'm so pumped to add this to my repertoire.

I promise I'll take some pictures this week of how I use them and I'll post them on here. Be on the look-out, Teacher Friends!

Responsibility Sucks..

Instead of enjoying the 80 degree weather? I'll be at school, doing grad work. Mainly because I know if I go home, I'll get nothing done. So at least I'm being responsible, even though I don't want to be.

 

wah.

An Open Letter

Dear Grad Classes,

You can go away anytime now. I'm tired of you and I just want to be done. Remember how we had a great relationship last semester? Well now that you've doubled, I kind of hate you.

Sincerely,
ME
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Dear Self,

Never take two grad classes at once, ever again. I know you think it's a good idea {and, in theory, it is} but it's not practical. Especially in the spring.

This is your warning. Do it again and I'll have to hurt you.

Sincerely,
ME

Keeping my head above water...

Or maybe not.

 

I'm super-slammed at work, super-slammed with grad-classes, and I'm just an all around barrel o' fun {sarcasm}.

 

Two new friends joined the circus, so I'm up to 5. One Kindy friend, one firstie, and three second graders. That's three grade levels. Which is 3x the stress, 3x the work, and 1/3 of the time to do all of my teaching in {because it's split up among three grades}.

 

But.. there is a silver lining. In 16 days I'm leaving for Lake Havasu/Las Vegas. Can I get an Amen?

Indoor Recess...

Indoor recess is always a good time for overhearing snippets of conversation when those kiddos are in their element and think their teacher isn't listening. (Word to the wise, kiddos. I'm actually listening MORE because this is when you normally get into lots of trouble)

 

Lil' Miss Diva: "Who wants to play house with me?!"

 

Lil' Man: "I will. I'll be the dad. What are you going to be?"

 

Lil' Miss Diva: "I'll be the cat!"

 

Lil' Man: "Ugh. I don't want to be the lonely old cat man. That's dumb. Be like a dog. A dog is way more manly."

 

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Lil' Miss Diva: "I'm having trouble with a FRRRRRRRRRRRiend!"

 

Me: "Oh yeah? What's that?"

 

Lil' Miss Diva: "He knocked down my stupid dog house!"

 

Lil' Man: "I saw what happened. I don't think Lil Big Man did it on purpose. I think Lil Big Man, the pretend dog did it. So, really.. it's not a problem with a friend. It's a problem with a make-believe dog."

 

Me: "How can we solve this?"

 

Lil' Man: "Kill the dog?"

 

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Lil' Man: "Wow! You have a weird belly button."

 

Lil Big Man: "It's because I'm husky. Husky means big boned."

Tae Kwon What?

Overheard today...

"I know tae kwon do, so don't even think about messing with me!"

Peer response: "Oh yeah? You know tae kwon do? Well I know tae kwhoop your @$$!"

OMFG TMI

Dears Facebook Users,

I do not care that you just checked in at the gynecologists office. In fact, you've painted a mental image that has been forever burned into my brain. Thanks. I'm seeing you, the gyno, and your legs spread wide open. Guh. Spare me.

I also do not care that your child threw up on you AND you had to change an explosive diaper. Again, the mental images are haunting me.

There is such a thing as Too Much Information (TMI) and you've totally crossed that line. I will never be able to read your status updates without wondering if the diarrhea came out of your pants. Or if the gyno saw anything weird like sparkles or fairies while looking at.. well, you know.

Please stop. Before my brain becomes mush and I realize I can't go a single day without wondering about your intimate secrets.

Thanks,
Your ex facebok friend