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#sol17 March 2 A Slice of Alone

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

There are these two minutes sometimes
After the dog has been taken out and fed
And lunches packed
Before the first kid comes downstairs
When I make my coffee
And I sit in the family room

Alone

And sometimes the dog is occupied (trying to chase a cat he hears upstairs but can’t get to)
And sometimes I can hear the children upstairs but they haven’t walked down yet
And I sit in the family room

Alone

And then I hear the first kid stomp down the stairs, talking to the dog
And then I am

Not alone

#sol17 March 1 A Slice of A Drill

Slice of LIfe  I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March.  You should do it too!  Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing! 

 

“What part of quiet do you not understand?”
“What did I just say?”
“There is no talking during a fire drill!”
……………………………………….
The fire drill pierces the quiet conversation I was having during my planning period. I can’t help but roll my eyes.
I get my drill folder, and walk with the kids
up, through,
up, down.

It’s March, so I’m in noticing mode.
The street is wet with rain.
The feet all around me stomp,soldiers marching behind me,
or chasing me. 

A few students whisper.
A few teachers shush.

shhhhhh
stomp

We walk down and around to our drill area.
Someone talks again, and is yelled at.

I notice I bristle.
I notice I think of my own kids, my home kids.
I notice I am a softy, never wanting kids to feel the sting of being yelled at.

I remind myself that I have yelled almost the same words to kids during fire drills before. After all, it’s a fire drill! These drills are meant to keep us safe. The kids have to take them seriously.

This is a non negotiable.
I notice I am still thinking of my own kids, my home kids.
The way their faces would fall if they got yelled at in front of 800 kids.

I know that sometimes kids should know the rules but don’t. 
I know that sometimes kids know the rules but don’t follow the rules.
I know that it’s our job to remind them of the rules.

I know these things.

Inside now.
There are kids whispering in Social Studies, they are supposed to be working, when I overhear a conversation between two boys: 

“What kind of slice are you going to do?” One asks and my heart does a little teacher-slicer-dance. 

I can’t hear the answer, but I’m glad I didn’t yell at them for talking.

A slice of Water?

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers

“Um, Ona? Water?” Sara lifts the wine glass with confusion. I had just poured her a glass, from a bottle of wine.

“No! I just poured that. Let me taste it.”

Water. That is water. What?

I look at the bottle, wondering how wine can change to water… does that happen if the new bottle wasn’t sealed? Is there some sort of chemical reaction? My mind starts making up new scientific facts… then I hold up the bottle, remembering how it seemed awfully easy to open the twist cap. I turn to H, with a question, “Um, H?” He looks up at the bottle in my hand. He is suddenly beet red, eyes wide.

“Oh no! I –”

L starts laughing, and the story comes out. Months ago, H took an empty bottle of wine, rinsed it out and filled it with water. Mr. Thought came in and told him not to play with wine bottles, so H put it back. It isn’t clear here if he simply forgot about his project, or if he was planning on tricking me, but then forgot about it. Whatever the case, he certainly did not plan on tricking his beloved “Aunt” Sara. This is clear by the color that stays on his cheeks, the head shaking, the anguish.

“It was filtered fridge water!” He winces. “I promise!”

 

A Slice of a Writer’s Notebook…kind of

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers

I always wanted to be the kind of person who kept a writer’s notebook with me all of the time. I do love notebooks… It doesn’t work out for me though – I’ve tried. I leave it places, or it gets lost in the car mess, or squished in my backpack, and I can’t actually get it out and start writing when I have something to write, which is often. I’m trying to slow down my life a little so that I have time for a notebook. One day I’ll have more than a moment of time to write. But,  I’m not there yet.  This is not good. I lose so many thoughts and ideas.

So, I try to grab my phone and add notes. Sometimes the notes are typed in, and sometimes they are voiced to text. The voice to text ones are always fun to read later.  One day I’ll make sense of these notes.

I have notes that  are part of a picture book idea I have swirling around… And notes that are slices I have glimpsed but not caught yet.

"Passing out musical instruments."  "I am not a tinkerer." " I am not a painter, right?" 

Some notes are just a word. I found one just now that says “N l.” Your guess is as good as mine. (And the note that says “15 Square?” That one? I have no idea.)

Even whole sentences written in the past are sometimes totally lost on me now. I wrote this note in 2013:

"We should do this every 2 years."

I wonder what that was about.

Sometimes I collect quotes that are really on my mind. The one near the top of my notes currently is:

"To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, 
or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, 
is not only unpatriotic and servile, 
but is morally treasonable to the American public."  
- Theodore Roosevelt.

There are other quotes as well, things my own kids have said that I just know I want to remember.

"Who does more work? The president or the government?" 
"What if running for president meant you actually ran? And the first one 
who got to the White House won?"

There’s also parenting advice – things I’m supposed to remember to ask my kids after they have a consequence.

"What, why, how? How are you going to remember to do it? 
How will we know you do it?"

I have lists. Grocery lists, to do lists, and lists that I think are actually poems:

Saturday
Laundry.
Upstairs Hallway.
Barefoot Moscato.

I was wondering what the first note in the list would be. All it says is:

"Teaching is the hardest."

I said that in 2012. I think I knew it even before then. But why did I write it then?

 

One day I’ll figure out how to organize this notes app notebook of mine. But until then, I will just have fun looking back at the notes every so often. Like these quotes from my kids from years ago:

"When I grow up, I'm going to make a church that only vegetarians and 
vegans can go in. We can pray for the animals." H, 6 years old.
"Ugh! Why am I always talking? I think I'm sick." - E, 3 years old.

One day I’ll make sense of these notes…. But I wonder…  Does this mean that I already have a Writer’s Notebook with me all the time?

A Slice of the first day back.

Slice of LIfe Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers

I don’t have one little word yet.  I didn’t finish my grading today. I didn’t hear my 5:30 alarm… didn’t wake up until Mr. Thought shined a light right at me around 6:00. It was raining and grey all day. I don’t quite have a handle on the literary essay unit I am starting tomorrow. My muscles are sore from just 3 days of working out. There are so many kids with missing work even after multiple reminders. The laundry didn’t magically get done while I was at school today. After a brief moderate break over vacation, I don’t eat sugar again. My classroom was clean and fresh until 8:01 this morning.

But.

The students came back, and I didn’t have to cajole them to answer the “What I missed” section of my whiteboard question. They just did. We all love vacation, and I’m not saying I wouldn’t vote for another week or so at home with my own kids… ignoring my chores and reading books. But…how lucky I am to spend my day at school with kids who missed their friends, their school, not being bored, math, and … me!

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Plus! I counted 9 Winter Break Slice of Life challenges in my in box today, and 9 Book a Day challenges too! That’s a record for my winter break challenges. Yay for reading and writing during break!

 

Winter Break Slice-A-Day Challenge #11

I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!

Dear School Bag,

Don’t stare at me like that. I will try to empty you after the kids go to bed. Maybe.

Nobody wants to go to bed. I don’t blame them. After one more sleep, winter vacation is over. H says, “That’s it! Then we will have to wait an entire year before another winter break!” And I remember how long years were when I was a kid. Now the days are sometimes long… but the years are so very short. I know that next thing we know, it will be next Christmas.

It’s bedtime, but the kids are busy. They are reconstructing the MacGyver episode they just watched. MacGyver. Yep. I can’t tell if they like the time at home with their family, or just the amount of tv we’ve let them watch. I know I was busy playing games with the kids, writing on my computer, and reading books in the family room. I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention to you during this vacation.

Oh School Bag – you might remember that I did open you briefly at the  beginning of vacation. This was before I shoved you in the corner of the dining room. Somehow, you are still full of things I should have done. A stack of papers to grade, some paperwork to fill out… I hope you have enjoyed your vacation. Tomorrow we go back to school!

As usual, it feels like just as we are finally into the swing of a school break, just as I finally forgot that you were sitting half unzipped behind the buffet, break is over. Just as I have gotten relatively on top of the dishes situation…I had to pack lunches again. (You may have noticed that I slipped a bag of gluten free crackers in your small pocket a bit ago. I’ll take those out when we get to school)   Just as I finished the last load of laundry… just kidding, I never finish laundry. There is no “last load” of laundry. Even you know that. I think there’s a cardigan somewhere in your bottom.

Now you are here at the table with me, as I hide in the dining room, waiting for the MacGyver conversation to fade a bit. I finally took the  Literary Essay Unit of Study book from your grasp, and when I give it back to you, it will have a few more post-it notes stuck inside.

Hopefully I won’t fall asleep too long snuggling kids to bed tonight, but if I do – I’ll take the grading out of your grip first thing during our planning period tomorrow. I promise.

Love,
Mrs. Thought

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Winter Break Slice-A-Day Challenge #10

I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!

10 Days of Winter break…

10 chocolates snuck, even though I’m trying not to eat candy.

9 slices written so far.

8 trips to stores (at least!)

7 minute workouts . . . short but intense!

6  new-to-me picture books read . . . #bookaday

5 times a day I need to clean the kitchen (at least!)

4 novels read… #bookaday

3 times a day the kids want to eat a meal! Shocking!

2 more nights before school starts again

1 more day to actually open my school bag and get work done!

Winter Break Slice-A-Day Challenge #9

I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!

celebrate-imageIt’s also the Celebrate Link Up at ruthayreswrites.com

It’s louder than I wish it were right now. I’m more tired than I’d like to be. I’m trying to motivate the family to go downtown for the New Year’s Eve festivities of ice sculptures and music… but I think they can see right through me to my homebody heart. I’d love to stay here, put on my PJ’s, watch a movie, finish my book… maybe play a game. As I write this, my youngest just came in and said hopefully, “So, we aren’t going to the ice sculpture thing? I don’t think we really should. Should I build one of my new legos? I want to bring my new birthday things up to my room.”

Today was E’s birthday. He shares his day with New Year’s Eve, and I’d rather celebrate him than a ball drop, a champagne toast, or a countdown.

 

We have celebrated all day. First we looked through pictures of him as a baby and later we had an afternoon with grandparents, cake and gifts.

In line at the restaurant for his birthday breakfast,  as I gave a quiet reminder to the boys to chill out, an older woman laughed a friendly laugh. “Enjoy them,” she said. Some parents like to complain about these older grandparent strangers telling them to “enjoy it.”

Not me. I smiled back at her. “I try. I know one day I’ll be sitting in my clean and quiet house…sobbing.”

Her and her husband nodded their heads, “You will.”

I don’t mind these conversations with strangers. I see them. I hear them. I know I will be that grandma one day. Considering my youngest is only 7 and I already lament that I can’t go back in time… I imagine that when I am 60 I will see families with young children and I will want to remind them… “Enjoy it.”

My house is louder than I’d like it to be. Messier too. I clean the counter 800 times a day, and I should vacuum that much as well. There are legos everywhere. My middle son insists on wearing his shoes from the time he wakes up around 6:00, until it’s bedtime. A dishwasher did not magically solve my dish problem. I can’t get laundry done fast enough. I don’t like chores. The bickering just about does me in sometimes… But sometimes you need to focus on the celebration. There are so many things to celebrate.

Today was my baby’s birthday.  I’m writing at the dining room table, and he is across the way building a lego. I’d love to be the kind of writer who can put these words down just right. I want you to see him sitting there in his 7 year old glory, reading lego directions. Emptying bags of legos onto a drafting table. (Dropping empty bags onto the carpet.) He’s concentrating, and having fun. This is joy to him: a new lego. His cheeks have lost a little of that baby puff, but they are still as kissable as ever. Every so often, he talks to me a little bit:

“And mommy, I’ll still have things to do tomorrow after I’m done building these! Because I’ll be playing them! It’s just as fun to play. But, if I had a choice, I’d rather build. I love the feeling of “Oh my gosh! I have a lego!”

When he is all grown up, I’ll look at him and remember him as a little boy. I hope I can picture him building a lego, with his still chubby cheeks. I hope I can bottle up the little boy snuggles. He’ll be a man, and I imagine he’ll brush away my motherly sad face as I tell him (once again) that he was just born yesterday.

Winter Break Slice-A-Day Challenge #8

I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!

Yesterday I had to stop by my classroom to get library books that were due… so I dragged my kids with me intending to to grab to the books and then go home. As we walked down the steps though, the kids started asking if we could stay a bit.

Hmmm… possibilities started popping into my head of small projects I could do in my classroom.

“Are you sure?” I asked, trying not to get my hopes up as I put away my holiday decorations. In response, they got out some legos and dice, and started playing a game. I happily labeled my new nonfiction books (read a few too!) and then asked again, “You guys okay hanging out a little bit longer?”

They hardly looked away from their game to nod their heads. So, I put my nonfiction books out on display…

Their game was over, but now they were all playing legos… So, I organized my new fiction books…

They were still playing…

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I told the kids we should get going. They didn’t want to… so I filed some papers, cleaned off my desk, and graded a stray late quiz.

Finally they agreed to go. They cleaned up the legos, I grabbed my library books and off we went.

As we walked back to the car I realized it had been over 2 hours of no bickering, kids playing together, and getting some of my work done.

A Christmas miracle for sure.

(And I think a short book called “If you give a teacher time in her room…”)

Winter Break Slice-A-Day Challenge #7

I’ve challenged my 6th graders to a Slice-A-Day during our winter break…I will attempt to keep up with the challenge as well!

Written last night… posted today… still counts! 🙂

Are you making plans for 2017? Choosing your one word? Resolving to be better? I love New Years… It’s just that my favorite New Year’s is the September one. I love fresh starts, blank slates …. It’s just that my favorite blank slates are chalkboards and whiteboards…

I’ve never been a fan of the ball drop, countdown, January New Year’s. You can check the tapes– high school parties filmed by a young Mr. Thought. You’ll see people counting down, yelling, hooting. Then he pans to me. I count down a smile  on my face, but exasperation in my eye (roll).

That’s not to say I don’t enjoy a good resolution. Like I said, I like blank slates, new beginnings. I’m trying to focus my intentions for 2017. What you focus on grows…

Trouble is… there’s so much to focus on!