Today was our very first field trip and to some extent, I felt like I was reading the story "Where the Wild things Are." Except the Wild Things were actually my students, and I felt like I was Max trying to navigate our tour guide, the field, the pond, the grass, the games, the lunch and myself. 

Overall, the students had a lovely time. However, I realized the huge difference there was in each of their mannerisms when in school learning and when in the wilderness. We were squirming and squiggling, we asked a lot of questions, many of us were toe-tapping or humming or crunching the leaves or talking to one another or laughing. There was simply a lot of noise during transition periods. And some of us from the other group did not receive such excellent reports. 

I had to laugh a bit because in the midst of the very warm day as well as our tour guide who could not hear and moved at a pace a bit slower than what Mrs. Amoscato usually moves at within the classroom, we held ourselves together quite well. There were some communication barriers on both ends as well as constant reminders needed and we did sometimes seem a bit Wild, but we enjoyed our adventure and navigating our senses. 

But I couldn't help but feel that familiarity of warmness when we arrived back into the school just like Max arrived back into his room only to find a dinner ready for him to eat that was "still hot." There is always a comfort and a sense of pride in returning back to a place in which you feel you do the best work and your "wild things" do their best work too.