Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The Little Things

Last year I was a mess on the last day of school. This year, not so much. My class is a good bunch of kids with two or three tough cookies that challenged me, but nothing that was out of my ordinary. I did have some challenging parents, parents who seemed to advocate not for their child, but for their own laziness, and that was certainly challenging, but again, nothing too far out of my ordinary.

As I told a colleague last week, this group of kids and I have grown apart and it's time to move on, so when other colleagues have been sad and wistful about the last day, I've been indifferent. I'm not cheering the kids out the door, but I'm not sad to see them go.

It wasn't until our last recess on the playground today that I felt much of anything. Looking over at the swings, I saw six of my girls pumping away, feet to the sky, giant smiles on their faces. Not many of my kids could swing at the beginning of the year. Now they can. That made me happy.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Poem for Tuesday

We did it friends,
Another year.
Here’s to summer,
And some mighty nice cheer.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Poem for Monday

My two year old can do it,
And so can you.
How many days left?

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Poem for Friday

We’re all getting antsy,
The kids want to shout,
Just three more days,

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Poem for Thursday

Noses are red,
Waves in the pool,
Just four more days,


A summer seminar was advertised at school, with this as the first topic addressed:

Raise standardized test scores for all students."

Ooh, ooh, sign me up.


Thursday, June 9, 2011


I don't know about the end of the year at other schools, but at our school, with constant growing numbers and lack of space, the big questions are always looming. Are we moving rooms? Is anyone changing grade levels? Who is leaving? The administration, and I have learned it's the same no matter who is in the role, is left responsible for these questions. Frustration grows, rumors swirl, doors close. No one has definitive answers. It becomes tense. Everyone thinks they have an answer or solution, so why the heck can't we just decide and move on?

Well, turns out, on top of all the end-of-the-year junk that our administration has to deal with, other issues pop up that require immediate attention.

Like, let's just say as an example, a parent is complaining because they've spotted a bus driver making out with their sweetheart on the actual bus - on numerous occasions.


Have fun with that one boss!

It's good to have some perspective, especially when the stress level is rising.