This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
I am driving. And I am writing in my head because what else can you do when it is dark and all the kids are sleeping?
So I am writing.
And skipping from song to song on my shuffled playlist, wondering why there are no good songs.
And I am lying to myself at every exit sign… telling myself I’ll just wait for a good place to stop and make a hotel reservation, and maybe write this for real.
Finally after an hour and a half I think to myself, “The next exit with a few choices that I can see, I will stop there!”
And a minute later, I see the Sheetz sign.
And even though we are still like 8 hours from home, I feel like we are close.
The kids wake up, and we buy weird late night sandwiches. Then we go between groggy silence and ridiculous conversation as I make a hotel reservation, and write this.
“Are you okay?” My daughter asks me?
“Yea. I’m just writing my slice,” I say, because in March… in March I have my priorities.
I mean, hours ago I made my daughter take a picture of the truck in front of us because it said TWT and I felt it was a reminder to write and post…on Two Writing Teachers!
This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
We are at the beach. We are busying ourselves here at the beach. Trying hard to think only positive thoughts about our Finn. Watched a funny movie all snuggled in my bed last night. Worked out this morning, then the pool. In between we sat in the sun of the rental’s backyard. I told the kids to pretend for a minute that they believe in intention setting and energy. We sat and just thought about Finn. We imagined ourselves next to him in his doggy hospital bed. We imagined seeing him healthy in a few days, wagging his tail like nothing had happened. I can’t speak for the kids, but I imagined petting his soft soft ears. And I told him very lovingly but sternly that the people he is with are taking care of him. He might not be having fun but he needs to do everything they tell him to do, and then we will see him soon. After he gets better, he can run around and play with his best friend. His best friend’s person visited him today. He wagged his tail so hard his bandage flung across the room. She snuggled him and pet his soft, soft ears. She told him that the people he is with are taking care of him. She told him he can come play as soon as he’s all better. We spent the last few hours on the sand. The kids took a walk. I read. I gazed at the turquoise water. I told the little birds that landed next to me to please send some prayers to Finn. We are at the beach. I kept repeating it to myself. We are at the beach. We are at the beach.
This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
It was a great beach day.
Sun, sand, reading, relaxing.
Gosh I love being on vacation with my amazing kids.
But now we are 1200 miles away.
And the dog is at the emergency vet.
1200 miles is a lot of miles when the vet says scary things and your dog is going to be there for 48 hours. Because he ate all his medication. All of it. Way over the dangerous dose.
This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
I’ve been made fun of for a lot of things in my life. This isn’t a sob story – I mean, obviously it has made me who I am today. Character and all that.
But, it is probably the reason why when my kids make fun of me …
I don’t really care.
I mean, so what if I talk to strangers when we are out?
Even the ones who are in the golf cart behind me as I try to figure out what I’m supposed to do if the parking lot ahead of me is full, and I don’t really know where to go in our golf cart at the moment.
“Sorry!” I yelled from my golf cart to theirs.
“It’s my first time! Here and in one of these things! And I’m not sure where to go next!
They yelled back to me, assuring me they were in the same boat (or cart, I guess) as me.
It felt like a friendly interaction, but boy oh boy were the kids annoyed. One of them claims that my speaking to strangers is damaging to them.
I think maybe since they don’t get made fun of as much as I did as a kid, I owe some embarrassment to them to help build their character…
I am glad they had already gone down to the beach though, when I was finally parking. I thought there was a spot, but it was a handicap spot. Just as I was figuring out how to turn the golf cart around, a man walked by and said, “I’m about to take my cart out of this spot if you are looking for a spot!”
And what did I say? Nothing crazy. It was a perfectly normal response.
I said, “Oh my god. I love you. Thank you.”
He was fine with it, laughed and said “You’re welcome.”
But the kids? they would have been devastated to hear me proclaim my love to the stranger who gave me his parking spot. It might have ruined this vacation I’ve taken them on.
This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
My amazing teammate has the perfect, “Toodles!”
She uses it at the perfect times.
I’m trying to adopt it as a catchphrase myself. Here’s what I’m learning about “Toodles!”
When there are kids who just showed you a dance they made up at recess and you loved to watch. But then they are just standing there staring at you.
That’s when you say, “Thanks for sharing that friends! Toodles!”
When you see a student out in the real world and you’ve had the whole conversation, you are actually so happy to see them. But then they are just standing there staring at you.
That’s when you say, “So good to see you! Toodles!”
Or when it’s time for morning meeting to start and you are in the hall with the few stragglers, trying to get them to finish up and head in to start the day.
That’s when you say, “I’m going in for morning meeting. See you in a minute! Toodles!”
Help me out, friends. When else can I practice my new favorite catchphrase?
This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
Yesterday was Opposite Day in second grade. Luckily it was short lived.
It started with kids calling me my student teacher’s name, my student teacher was called my name. Then it progressed. Lunch one was lunch two, lunch two was lunch one. Chairs that were still up were down, chairs that were down, were, you guessed it, up.
“It’s Opposite Day!” kids announced to those just coming in.
And so it rolled.
I was worried, to be honest. I was sick and I didn’t think I had the patience for a whole day of Opposite Day.
“It’s Opposite Day!” Someone exclaimed to me.
“I’m so excited.” I said.
She smiled. I don’t think she understood that my “excitement” was my one and only contribution to Opposite Day.
Luckily, the opposites quieted down by morning meeting, and I forgot about it until just now. Phew.
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Today we got to something some of my students have been waiting for, hoping for, begging for. They drum-rolled as I went to switch the slide. They cheered as the new slide appeared. It was finally time to learn…
The cursive capital G.
It’s always nice to be able to make them so happy.
We started how we always start a new cursive letter, “pencils up in the air!”
I took them step by step. “Start at the bottom. Curve up to the top. Loop around to the left and swing up to the right. Pull down to the bottom and swing left to cross. Swing up to the right.”
My student teacher reminded them that things can be easy for one person and hard for another. She asked them to be encouraging.
I moved on to the next letter we were learning. My student teacher complimented my ability to read the formation directions while drawing the letter.
I thanked her for her kind words and added, “It actually is tricky sometimes!”
“No it’s not” that same someone else said again. “She wasn’t talking to you,” another student said.
I looked at the clock.
We started practicing the lower case w. One of the students said something about it that I couldn’t hear. I asked 3 times for her to repeat herself, when my para told me. “She said it looks like an outline of a bum.”
“Oh.” I’m annoyed at myself for trying so hard to understand what she was saying.
“Well, it’s just a w. It looks like a w, and that’s what it is. That’s all.”
In the back of my head I remembered how a few days ago my student teacher said she admired my patience, and I laugh to myself as we finish up cursive and head to lunch.
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You know those kids in your class that have such a hard time with (you can fill in the blank — ) listening, keeping their hands to themselves, not interrupting, staying on the rug, staying on their chairs. . . you know those kids they have good moments and hard moments good days and hard days good weeks and hard weeks
I want to know the form of poetry to adequately express the moment during a hard week when you walk by their after school program and one of those very kids runs up to you arms open wide smiling from ear to ear proclaiming “Hello!” as they hug you and your papers and bags almost fall to the ground because that moment is the sweet hope of teaching, I think.
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Yesterday we were making dinner when the garbage disposal stopped working. It just hummed a little hum, not a care in the world. I looked at my daughter and I think she saw the absolute “no effing way,” in my face.
“Is it bad if we say this is an after spring break problem?” she asked.
“Nope. That’s what it is,” I said, “an after spring break problem.“
But I fiddled with it anyway, tried the little reset button on the bottom. But, it still just hummed its little hum.
So after checking multiple times that the switch was off, I stuck my hand in there and quickly realized the problem. There was a glass wedged in, unmovable.
She stuck her hand in too. (After checking that the switch was off. Why are garbage disposals so scary?)
“How are we going to get this out?” She said.
There was no way to get that glass out. It was perfectly stuck.
“Not to be misogynistic or anything…” she started saying, “but isn’t this where we maybe…”
I started wondering who you call and what they would do.
“I guess we pay someone to fix it.” I said with absolute disdain. I mean, what would they do? Take the whole thing apart? Hundreds of dollars later they would have the glass and my disposal would work again?
“Or…” I said as I picked up the nearby ruler that I had finally brought inside from when it was measuring our latest snowfall.
I stabbed the ruler into the disposal a few times, broke that glass, and took out all the pieces.
I made sure all the glass was out, rinsed out the sink and turned on the disposal and heard the tell tale working whirr.
Fixed!
“No men needed!” My daughter said.
“No men and no money!” I agreed. “That’s a life lesson I want you to remember. You don’t need men or money.”
Then we laughed and finished making dinner.
**Yes, next time I’ll turn the actual power to the kitchen off. Yikes.”
This slice is part of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol26. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
Sometimes my dog looks like Falkor from Never Ending Story. Hear me out. He might be black and grey, not white and pink… I get it. Finn is not technically a luck dragon. But, it’s all there, in his face.
Every so often one of us reminds the rest of us about this. Okay, it’s usually me reminding the kids. But, recently it was my daughter, reminding me. We looked at him, as he lay forlornly under the kitchen table, in what seemed to be the exact way Falkor rested. Waiting. Wise.
I asked him if he was really Falkor in disguise and he started wagging his tail. I started singing The Never Ending story to him and he quickly got up, stretched, walked over to me and leaned against my leg. This worked several times. I have a witness.
“The never ending stoooorrry…. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…” Tail wag. Saunter over. Lean in.
However. When my 16 year old came home that very night, and I said, “Watch this! The never ending stoooorrry…. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…”
Finn just continued to nest himself into the couch.
“This is embarrassing for you,” my son said. And I kept singing, “The Never Ending story…” “Oh mom. This is so embarrassing. For you.”
“I’m not embarrassed.” I told him, in between “ah-ah-ah-ah’s.”
“It’s really embarrassing for you.” he insisted.
I tried to tell him that you can’t tell someone that they are embarrassed.
But, he’s sixteen, and there’s really no point.
He is very committed to the story that I am constantly embarrassed, and embarrassing.
In fact, you could say, it’s a never ending story. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah…
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