
I’m writing every day of March for the Slice of Life Challenge at Two Writing Teachers
My Day: An inside Haiku
No-window meeting
warm sun outside but inside
sitting on hard chairs

I’m writing every day of March for the Slice of Life Challenge at Two Writing Teachers
My Day: An inside Haiku
No-window meeting
warm sun outside but inside
sitting on hard chairs

When I walked into a classroom today to meet with a teacher, her kids were finishing cleaning up, heading to lunch and the lyrics to “It’s not easy being Green” were projected. Years ago I shared a bunch of different Slice of Life prompts and lessons with teachers. The prompts float around now, and I always get a kick out of seeing kids writing from them.
This one transported me back to my sixth-grade classroom. Somehow that song had come up in conversation, not so unusual in sixth-grade, actually. I decided we needed to use it as a mentor text to slice. We closely read the lyrics, and then decided what we would need to keep if we wanted to have our slices sound like Kermit.
My sixth graders wrote and wrote. They wrote beautifully. There are a lot of things that aren’t easy about being in middle school.
One of the third graders was still in the room and I asked her, “Are you doing It’s not that easy being slice of life?”
She nodded her head and said “Yea. It’s…It’s…” and I wasn’t sure if she was upset about the writing or not.
She tried to say, “Nevermind,” but I said,
“Do you like it?”
“Yea,” she told me, “It really helps to get a lot of stuff out.
I guess third graders have a lot of things that aren’t easy too.
The teacher said I had to read some of her kids’ slices of life, and showed me a few.
I had to tell her that I remember making that prompt, and she smiled.
“One of the kids said to me today when we did this, ‘I know where you got this idea from! You must have gotten this from Ms. Gabriel!’”

Disappointments on March 14
I don’t blame my kitten, Clyde
for trying to sneak his paw into my cup of oat milk
He can’t even
believe
I have a cookie I won’t share with him
At noon I had a great idea
I’d clean my floors tonight
My evening self
can’t even believe
I thought that
I
can’t even
believe
how often
I have to clean my stovetop
My book is laughing at me from the counter
It can’t
even
believe
I thought I’d read today

A third grader was walking into school this morning, and she noticed a poster had fallen on the floor.
She picked it up, tried to hang it back up and then I heard her say, like a miniature thirty-year-old, “And…that’s done.” She walked the poster to her classroom, presumably to find it’s next resting place.
I heard her call out to a classmate, “You were in this group, weren’t you?” But when he didn’t respond she just said “No? That’s right, you weren’t.”
I asked fourth graders to think about what was exciting and unique about the natural wonders they were reading about this morning. When I walked over to one of the desk-sets, a boy shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t find any of this unique and exciting.”
I told him I understood, and was about to ask him what he thinks the author found exciting and unique. But, he interrupted me.
“But, I guess since they are called natural ‘wonders,’ they are unique because there’s only so many of them.” He decided.
After I was done modeling that lesson, I had to run across town to a meeting. I happened to go to the parking lot right as the fourth-graders were headed to recess.
One of them walked over to me and said “Hug?” As he leaned in for one of those side hugs fourth graders give.
He asked me, “Are we going to do that same lesson in Writing Society after school?”
I told him we were actually going to be doing something other than informational reading in our after school writing club and he looked kinda sad about it honestly.
“Why?” I asked. “Did you like that lesson?”
“Oh yes!” He said and he went off to play with his friends.
In Writing Society, I sat down next to a young third grader.
“Want to write a poem with me?” He asked and of course I agreed.
“Actually, I already wrote one.” He said as I opened up the google presentation he had sent me.
He asked me how I spell my name, and then how to spell Ms. I explained “M-S-period,” but noticed that he wrote “Ms Gabriel.” next to his name.
He said his poem, I typed it and we added a line or two.
Outside the sky is grey
But in (school) we see it as blue
Everybody is kind and nice and follows PAWS (expectations)
Well, everybody should…
At least try to.

I woke up to cats meowing
At 7:30!
The old 6:30
Fortunately, coffee.
Unfortunately,
Sick kid
Needs ginger ale and saltines
Van
Needs a jump start
“This isn’t like the cars you learned this on when you were in Drivers’ Ed” my dad tells me as we squint at the minuscule diagram
Where do we ground the cables?
“Battery could explode if you do this incorrectly” the instructions warn
That’s what I read right before I turn the key
Fortunately the van started on the first try!
At Dunkin’ I wait for my latte
An older gentleman walks in behind me
Am I allowed to say older
As I catch up in age?
“Is there free coffee here today?” He asks me. “Since we changed the clocks?”
I don’t know, but I smile and tell him I hope so!
I watch him walk to the counter to ask
“No free coffee,” he shrugs
“Must not be at this store…”
I watch him walk out of the store
Later in my car
Sipping my latte
I wonder if I missed a chance.
I could have payed it forward!
Why didn’t I buy
That older gentleman a coffee?

It’s not spring break anymore
It’s just a
regular
Saturday
I just got used to the spring break way
letting my cats be my alarm
I’ve been wearing sweatshirts to keep warm
I write whenever I want
I leave email un-responded
I even make lunch when I’m hungry
Once I took a nap at three
I got stuff done!
From my list!
(well, not as much as I wished…)
It’s not spring break anymore
Tomorrow it’s just Sunday
Soon, it will
just
be
a
Monday

I told the lady offering wine tasting at the grocery store the truth about the wine when she asked.
“It’s good,” I started.
I was remembering last time when the wine was okay but not great and I said I didn’t need any more Riesling at home. I mean, I didn’t, but that wasn’t really the reason I wasn’t going to get any. The real reason was it wasn’t really any better than the cheaper wine I usually buy.
I was wondering why I feel like I need to protect this woman’s feelings. It isn’t like she made the wine. Even if she had, I don’t think it’s my job to make her feel good about the wine.
Although, I don’t like to make people feel bad either. . .
“The finish is just a little bitter for me.” I finished, telling her the blunt truth. And immediately feeling icky about it.
“Well thanks for trying it!” She told me and she turned to the next customer.
it’s almost like my harsh truth didn’t actually ruin her day.

6 words: A Spring Break Day
Paint basement,
do taxes,
walk dog.

I’m not complaining.
Last year for spring break we drove to Florida and took a million boat rides and saw a billion alligators and crocodiles. The sun was shining and it was warm.
It snowed here yesterday – and the sun does not seem to make it warm.
I’m not complaining.
I’d like to tell my pre-spring break self that being on spring break does not suddenly turn me into a person who likes to make phone calls and go to the UPS store. So, that long list of things to accomplish? Um…
Why are there so many phone calls on my to do list?
I’m not complaining.
I’d like to cross off more on that to do list. So I better add some things to help myself out.
Paint the basement
Drink hot cocoa and read a book
Take the dog to his favorite store for birthday treats
Play with the cats
Do the dishes a hundred thousand times
Play the piano
Take a nap
I’m not complaining.
Bored, weary, restless, yes.
But, I am not complaining.

I did the few dishes that were in the sink just now, looked up at my window and didn’t startle at the face looking back at me: Saul Goodman
I didn’t startle because I watched my 16 year old put that cutout of his art work up there.
In fact, I watched him cut it out on the way to dinner. He had laminated it with strips of packing tape, leaning against the dashboard.
It’s not exactly the art I used to have all over when the kids were little. It’s not exactly the decor I’m looking for in my kitchen. But, I left it up in the window frame. I live with teenage boys and I’m kind of used to nonsense. I mean, a million pairs of socks have been discarded in random spots.We laugh a lot, though, which makes it worth it.
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