handwritten on February 10, 2020
3 miles: Last night, my husband fell asleep before myself as I was still on the couch finishing up a few items. All of a sudden I heard a "wait" and then "make sure you stich that together nicely" and "finish the flap." For those of you who know my husband, he is in his residency. However, what is even more beautiful about him is he rarely ever talks about the stress of his job but it certainly is there. It's there because I can see it in his silent eyes when he comes home and tonight-literally through his dreams. We all, as beautiful humans have different ways of coping with our stress. For me, my ultimate duty has always been to somehow sneak the stress out of another. I can always tell...
handwritten on February 8, 2020
Over this weekend, it was certainly clear that words are powerful creatures. They have the ability to lift us up or make us feel ostracized in just a single sentence. And I think though they are powerful tools through writing but must be used wisely. Because what can be a cause for celebration can turn into something quite different. And always remember that as clear as the words might be in your mind, they have room for multiple interpretations from the other individuals in the room who are reading the story in a different place with a different story in mind.
handwritten on February 7, 2020
Well..
There is great clarity when you wake up with zero intentions of looking out the window and seeing snow. And all of a sudden-there it is. There is snow. Beautiful and blanketed and flurrying like crazy from the skies above. Deeply, you think to yourself, I don't think we will get a delay. And then, you look at your phone and it magically appears. And then-that snow day call is made. And you experience the most delightful freedom you needed to get "caught" up on all those little things you just cannot get caught up on..because there is always more work to be done. But just for a moment that time stops and you actually feel like you have a moment to maybe look at that flurry outside...
handwritten on February 6, 2020
3.4 miles: This morning I was working on a variety of different centers and stations and reading and math and science and one of my students got so lost in her reading assignment that I forgot and she totally forgot to head down to breakfast-which she does every morning. It was about quarter after and we were ready to start morning meeting when I saw the look on her face and immedietely knew what I had forgotten. Her voice trembled as she said in a tiny voice, "If I go down now, they won't let me get breakfast." So I sped out of the classroom with her behind and we went down to the cafeteria to demand that a cereal and a milk be brought up with a spoon. And I think it was in this particular...
handwritten on February 5, 2020
Today was one of those days that just was a bit trying in terms of patience. And I must say, the children I have this year are just the most beautiful beings. However, we tend to all listen at different times and places, and it seems that sometimes repetition does not exactly interrupt our own thoughts that are most likely filled with our own dreams and third grade thoughts about friends and family and what I plan on eating for lunch. There was a bit of a kinesthetic math activity we were embarking upon and though I had mentioned multiple times to write down the shaded fraction as well as the unit fraction, one of my students still had not heard me (actually a few). We chanted those...
