Slingshot monkey. Best teacher appreciation ever.
I teared up a little at work reading this.
This is amazing. These children are playing on instruments made of recycled materials from a landfill because that’s all they have. Beautiful.
Totes using this in class.
When you recognize the music in the park. I just heard an oom-pah version of the thunderer.
I wish I could show these to my students.
Yesterday one of my students informed me that she was moving to Central America over the summer. This statement was followed by “Will you be my pen-pal?”
I had to think about that. While super cute and flattering, I’m not quite sure what to do with that. I’m a terrible pen-pal: I forget to write back. I’m also not sure how appropriate it would be to have a former student as a pen-pal.
I also never tell students where I live, and this would require her to know my address.
Part of me thinks “if you are this undecided about it, you probably shouldn’t do it,” and the other part thinks “what’s the worst that can happen?”
This third year teacher has no idea what to do.
This morning I got the opportunity to cover a few minutes if another teacher’s class. It was pretty cool.
The kids came in, looked at me funny, but then sat in assigned seats and started to get to work. It was neat to watch. They knew what they were supposed to do, and they did it.
I hope my classes do that when I’m gone. I want to dress up as a sub and secretly watch my classes to see what they do when I’m not there.
Oh fugues. I miss you so. Mostly because I get to use colors to analyze you.