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One of my students enlisted me one recess to be her “scribe.” “Sit down, and write what I say.” I pretended to pull out a scroll, as the girl gazed off in the distance, pondering the correct wording for the message to her mother. Obviously having been enlightened, she turned to me, pointed a finger at the pretend scroll, motioning for me to write, and said, “Dear Mother,” she began, Read the rest of this entry
“Let’s all draw some things that remind us of home,” one student proposed one day. “I’m going to draw a pink flamingo.”
Teaching a lesson, prior to being hired for the kindergarten position, I was passing out chalk to the students for a lesson activity, and after setting it on the desk of one of the boys, he looked up at me and said emphatically, “I love you.”
Talking to one of the 3rd graders one day, I asked him how his year was going. He said to me, “Oh, it’s going okay. I’ll be really glad when we’re done with fractions, though.” I nodded understandingly, “Tough, huh?” Without missing a beat he said, “Well, not exactly, but they make my parents fight.”
The United States Declaration of Independence. I can’t read this; can you?
I asked the students in my history class to write lines from the Declaration of Independence that they were to have memorized. One student started out well, but then… Read the rest of this entry
During our morning saint of the day lessons, my class would often try to think up reasons to raise their hands for questions completely unrelated, as it was the beginning of the day and there was always news to share from the previous day. In an attempt to keep us on task one day, I asked one of my girls who had her hand raised if her question was about our saint of the day. She assures me that it is. “Alright, what is you question then?” She obviously had not quite thought through how she was going to approach this Read the rest of this entry
When I was homeschooling my oldest son, his little brother, too young for school, came to the table and asked what we were doing. When we told him, he said, “Can I come too?” I said sure. He sat down and then said, “What do I do now, teacher?” His older brother, who was busy with his own work, corrected him saying, Read the rest of this entry
You ask a question like this:
“What were the books in Ashurbanipal’s library made from?” [Ashurbanipal was an Assyrian king. (I’d never heard of him either.)]
And your child answers: Read the rest of this entry
I was pulling wet wipes out of the container and the wipes had kinda balled up at the bottom. One of my boys seeing me struggling, says, “Kinda hard, Miss C, huh? Just about as hard as pulling a thorn out of a dinosaur.” Read the rest of this entry
I was guest teaching a phonics lesson in my child’s kindergarten class when, as luck would have it, that day’s topic was the “uck” family. The objective was for the students to come up with and write down words Read the rest of this entry
Motherhood and Martial Arts 