I am from right after purple dittos I am from transparencies, overhead projectors, vis-a-vis markers I am from a TV wheeled in, vhs tapes, filmstrips even I am from a desktop computer, taking students to the computer lab I am from clip art, ClarisWorks, AppleWorks, Intaglio until none of it worked I am from quickmail, email, make sure you check all the mail I am from colored cards of standards bookshelves full of resources chart stands full of seasonal songs written with Mr. Sketch on manilla tagboard I am from interdisciplinary units Land of Make Believe Voyage of the Mimi Lesson plans copied by hand into a steno pad I am from painting, coloring, cutting and gluing I am from Stinky Cheese Man and the Math Curse The birth of Harry Potter, and later Hunger Games and Twilight I am from workshop and choice and students should have a voice Do I even have to mention I am from, of course, differentiation I am from having time for real learning I am from childhood is a journey not a race I am from Y2K and even decades later, I am from the songs from my childhood like the one Whitney Houston sang the year I was born I am from I believe Children are our future
My van has taken us across the country, west and also south. It’s climbed the million dollar highway, driven through the Mojave dessert and of course, back to our house. It helped me take my daughter away to school. In the fall it will carry my son to college too. With all it’s done for me, all the places we have gone… You’d think I’d clean it more.
This slice if part of the Tuesday Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol25. I’m slicing as many Tuesdays as I can. Thanks for stopping by! It’s also April! That means poetry. Poetry is my favorite.
I tried to research a grouchy poem format. But, I couldn’t find one. So I decided to make my own. It could work with other feeling words, I’m sure. But right now I am very grouchy. Don’t take it too seriously though, writing it was fun.
I am feeling grouchy and that rhymes with slouchy which makes sense, especially when I’m sitting on the couch-y
I am feeling grumpy and that rhymes with frumpy which makes sense, especially when its all so Trump-y.
I am feeling irritable and that rhymes with uncharitable which makes sense, especially when life isn’t really editable
I am feeling snappish and that rhymes with brattish which make sense when happy seems to vanish
I am feeling bitchy and that rhymes with witchy which makes sense when days make me so twitchy
I am feeling snarky and that rhymes with malarkey which makes sense when life ain’t really a party
This slice is part of of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol25. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
I woke up around 5:45, and realized I was hearing my son taking out the garbage. At first I was sure this must have meant he never went to bed. A bunch of guys were over last night, and they didn’t have school today, so whatever.
But when I went downstairs and asked him, he said, “Nope. I told you I’d wake up at normal time and take out the trash. So I did.”
He even took all the trash out of the old trash can to put in the new trash can.
Yea. We have new trash cans, a new trash service actually, and it’s been a lot of drama about this new refuse collection. To be honest, it’s been annoying. A new service so you need a new trash can, and they promise it’s cheaper, but it doesn’t seem like that. And oh, you have to choose which trash can you want based on size. If you don’t choose, the large bin will be assigned to you. Your bill will be dependent on what bin size you choose, but you should probably get the big one anyway because anything outside of the trash can is going to cost extra, and by the way no more bulk trash, but you can get something extra picked up 4 times a year. But wait, is that four times or four things. And by the way don’t put your trash can out until the April 1st weekly collection but we will deliver it way earlier than that.
As I drove away this morning, I laughed to myself about all the drama of these stupid trash cans.
I texted my neighbor when I came home a month or so ago and saw the trash can had been dropped off in my driveway. It was confusing because I had just too many trash cans.
“Are we supposed to put these out?”
She sent me a picture of the tag which I hadn’t really read. Use it April 1st. Not before.
Okay. I will follow directions. So I stored the new trash can until today.
If I hadn’t been rushing this morning I would have stopped to take a picture of my new trash can on its first day at work. I thought about the funny signs I could have it hold up.
When I got home after school, I started to take my new trash can back in the garage, noticing that my son had already put the old trash can away, leaving space for the new trash can. I wondered if the new giant trash can would fit where the old one fit. I wondered when I could stop thinking about this stupid new trash can.
Then I realized it was still full.
I texted my neighbor.
“Did they pick up your trash?”
And then like a movie montage, I figured it out.
It’s March 31. The old trash truck came and wouldn’t pick up the new bin. The new trash truck doesn’t come until next week, after April 1, so no. . . it is not yet time to stop thinking about this new trash can drama.
I took the dog for a walk and noticed other people had the new trash cans out. I’m glad to not be so alone in my embarrassment.
Lucky for me when I checked the mail, I got the bill for the new trash collection, and an included flyer that reminded me to Begin to use your new cart on Tuesday, April 1. Do not use your cart before then.
This slice is part of of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol25. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
I first tried this format here, and then here originally from Ethical ELA: A True or False List Poem . . . There are some things that are true, there are some things that are false, and you’ll never really know!
My day, True or False?
Today I Bought 14 bagels Did not finish my coffee Cried with a friend in grief Read one chapter of Onyx Storm Went fishing at a Fisherman’s Paradise Saw a hill full of leaves turn into a hill full of snakes Walked over 10,000 steps and right by a man praying by the stream, hunched over with his head on a cloth Took a trail next to a path full of gravel Only talked to one of my three children Threw my wedding dress into a fire Watched my dog eat a guitar and a bone Only wrote one school email Changed my bra to go to dinner Drank a bottle of wine Or did I?
This slice is part of of the March Slice of Life Challenge on Two Writing Teachers! #sol25. I’m slicing every day in March. Thanks for stopping by!
Did I tell you about the other day? My student teacher planned to plan a little during lunch.
So with 10 minutes left before the kids came back, I asked him if he wanted to look at the lesson.
He said he would in just a bit. “Sometimes I need to prioritize my sanity,” he said. Which is I think is the new lingo for self care. And then he started to add something to his explanation that has now become my favorite quote of the year.
“Sometimes I need to prioritize my sanity, which is something I know you …” his voiced trailed off a bit, and I started laughing as he continued “is something I know you don’t always do…”
On a Thought 