Dashed Plan

I had a plan to do something cool for my 100th post.  I’ve seen my blogging friends do it  (here), and thought I might as well.  Alas, I missed it.  This is my 102th post (pronounced one hundred tooth).  I suppose this is all for the best, since I have nothing to give away.  But……

Lexical Learning Lesson

I just learned something important.  You can’t go willy nilly about town creating words.  I’ve been using the word “wog” to describe my lackluster running (get it?  walk+jog=wog?  It’s math.).  I’ve found myself quite amusing for the past few months as I bandied this word about. This morning, I looked it up to see if I…

Rule #11

It’s Father’s Day, and as I’ve mentioned before (here and here) even Super Teachers have Dads.  I want to send a shout-out to my Pops.  He was the first to support and, dare I say, read this blog with regularity.  He and I have worked through some things in the last thirty-odd years and each…

Fly Right

Today is the last day of school.  There are many things I would like to post–photos, the end-of-the-year slideshow, the quilt.  Most of it I can’t show because it has identifying information on it.   Instead, I will wish my little 8th Grade turkey-butts success and joy on their next adventure.  It is bittersweet to…

Copying Carbon Neutrality

I have mentioned my superstar cousin’s blog in at least one previous post–klt:sketchbook. While I have followed her career with interest and awe, have loved to watch her business grow and gain well-deserved recognition, and eagerly await each new creation from her company klt:works, I have now taken to just plain copying her.  Each Monday…

Caped Quilt

We are making our Second Annual End-of-the-Year Classroom Quilt (I see it needs a new name). I am unable to include photos because each student appliqued their name along with some personally meaningful symbols on their square.  I will, when it is done, try to take and crop photos so that you can see some…

Lesson From My Pops

I have learned many lessons from my Pops.  I hear myself sounding like him on a daily basis in my classroom.  This morning, though, I remembered a lesson I learned while learning to drive.  Among other issues, I had a habit of forgetting to turn my headlights on as evening came on.  One day, Pops…

A Vignette…

The Scene: A classroom of middle school trouble-makers working on computers.  All is quiet (Really!  It was!  It was freetime so they were plugged-in and all quiet-like!),  Except, for R.  He has the hiccups… Ms. M: Who has the hiccups? Various Voices: R… It’s R… R. has the hiccups. R.:  Me… hiccup Various Voices: You…

Is It Wrong?

Is it wrong to have all of these thoughts in one day? “These kids are the cutest things.” “These kids need to learn how to shut their mouths.” “I love teaching.  It’s my calling.”  “I hate my job.” “I never want to teach another day in my life.” “Wow, this day is going quickly!” “OMG,…