This week, my thoughts came in quick, short phrases. They begged to be placed into poetry. January is a perfect month for reflection, and I am able to get to the center of my thoughts when I compose poetry. Everything seems to fall into place, and I feel comforted by the rhythm of my thinking.
We are entering the second half of September. School has started. My busy life has begun. I reluctantly shift away from summer – the beach, the mountains, my independent reading time, the sun. And slowly I enter September already weary from thoughts of all I have to do, all I must do, all the little things that await me.
School to Do Get the Dresses Out of the closet. Buy the notebooks, New pens, paperclips, Transparent tape. Get the class lists, Start putting names With eager faces, Put dates on calendar: Division Meetings, Department Meetings, Student Support Meetings, Parent Meetings. Set the kettle on the stove, Brew a steaming Cup of vanilla chai. Breathe in the spice, Exhale the stress. In this moment School can wait.
August to September I leave… Sleeping late, Summer sun Streaming through The windows. I leave… Book adventures Of my own choosing: Romantic, Mysterious, Inspiring, Hilarious. I leave… Big road trips, New sights, The sea and The mountains. I welcome… Cooler days, Morning commutes, Little faces Ready to learn. I welcome… Camaraderie, Lessons learned, Moments of Laughter. I welcome… New books, Crisp pages, Fresh paint On old walls, A new school year.
This past week, I have been thinking of ways to energize myself for my school year. I have been going to school for sixty-two years. I have been teaching school for forty-three years. This year will be the twentieth anniversary of working at my present school. All of these years could feel like a very heavy weight, if I let them. School could finally become monotonous instead of fresh. School could become just another long and tedious “TO DO” list. Maybe instead of looking at all I have to do; I reframe my thoughts as all the wonderful thing I get to do. One day I won’t be able to do these things; one day soon I will be retired; one day soon I will not be on this marvelous blue planet. So, in this moment, why not appreciate all the things I get to do at school, at home, in my daily life.
Sunny-side I Get to... Wake up this morning To green out my window And blue, blue sky. Canada Geese on the field, The verdant woods beyond. I Get to... Crack open a brown egg for breakfast, sunny-side - Multigrain toast, fig jam, Strong Irish tea. I Get to… Set this day before me With intention, With a devotion to the real, With a disposition, sunny-side. I Get to… Create space and opportunity: Laughing with loved ones, Painting the sunset With words and brushes. I Get to… Choose the day I make, The one that was Gratefully given to me, The one I am blessed with.
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At this time of Thanksgiving, I want to pause and reflect upon the simple gifts for which I am grateful. When I think back, I realize that my grateful moments revolve around books and children. For the last forty-two years, I have been so fortunate to build my life around serving children and celebrating stories. This year has been especially critical because my school has had in-person learning five days a week with some students learning remotely. We have been in school for about 40 days and we feel a sense of accomplishment. This past week, both students and teachers were seeking a way to celebrate, to sit back a bit, and have some fun. It has been an uphill task this fall to muster fun behind masks, plexiglass and gallons of hand sanitizer. But we are all so grateful to be together. Humans are social creatures, and it is essential that we share.
I am an English Language Arts Curriculum Coordinator. That title sounds a bit stuffy and boring. However, my job is anything but ordinary. Every day is a truly new adventure. Every day is an opportunity to learn from children. Every day is filled with problem-solving and creativity. I love visiting our elementary classes, observing literacy lessons, and then letting my mind loose – thinking of ways to extend learning. Here are three classroom adventures that unfolded this week.
The 2nd grade read Balloons Over Broadway by Melissa Sweet about the puppeteer, Tony Sarg, who created the first balloons for the Macy’s Day Parade in New York City. Sweet’s illustrations are phenomenal. They inspire children to draw and design. Over the years, this project grew from drawing paper balloons to coding robots that would carry actual decorated balloons through a replica of the parade route. Since it would not be possible in this time of social distancing, we went back to the idea of making paper balloons that students could easily take home. However, I wanted to make the balloons three-dimensional. That’s when my early childhood teacher-mind kicked in. I took a small brown paper lunch bag, stuffed it with strips of newsprint and then inserted a twelve-inch dowel, taped the bag securely around the dowel and added a colorful ribbon. I now had my balloon base. Then I took construction paper and quickly cut out a turkey shape. I glued the turkey onto the paper bag balloon and voila, a Thanksgiving balloon was born! The project was ready to be launched.
When I walked down the hallway and entered one of the 2nd grade classrooms, the children called out my name and started to clap. All of them. For several minutes. Without stopping. Let me say that 2nd graders are really good for bolstering my sense of self! If you ever find yourself in a doubting mood, find a 2nd grader and she will reassure you that all is right with you and the world. Shortly after I arrived, the children quickly got to work. The room was soon quiet with creating. When I looked out into that small sea of intent faces, I was reminded that children’s work is important and that, above all, creativity matters.
The following day, I worked with 3rd graders who just completed a Roald Dahl study. One class read Fantastic Mr. Fox. Their teacher and I prepared an engineering activity where the students needed to design a humane trap to catch Fantastic Mr. Fox. I made a kit for each student which included cardboard, tape, string, pipe cleaners, straws, popsicle sticks, paper towel rolls, and fabric. What was fascinating about this project was that even though every student was given the same materials, each trap was different, proving that every mind is capable of unique and wondrous things! For homework, the children created short videos of their traps explaining how they worked and what design problems they encountered on the way, and how they re-designed their trap. Critical and creative thinking were evident. The students took ownership and pride in their constructions.
The other 3rd grade class had read George’s Marvelous Medicine, and I decided to have students create a class concoction. As I arrived and peered through the classroom door, one child whispered, “She’s here!,” and the others started bouncing up and down, reminding me again that I am so grateful for the role I play at my school. The night before, I had gone to the supermarket to gather edible ingredients, though the children would not be tasting our concoction. In the story, George’s medicine is made from toothpaste, hair tonic, and all sorts of gruesome ingredients from Dahl’s wicked imagination. Our class ingredient included: pink Himalayan salt, blue Gatorade, grape juice, Karo syrup, Golden Syrup, mustard powder, beet juice, sugar cubes, chocolate syrup, and pink peppercorns. I selected items that would be edible, but interesting. Once the students were seated, I showed them all the ingredients. Each student got a chance to select an ingredient and decide the amount to put into our concoction. As we created our marvelous medicine, I wrote the recipe on the black board, and the children had their own recipe templates to fill in and take home. Once we created the medicine, I poured the concoction into small plastic bottles, one for each girl. Meanwhile, the girls named their medicine, wrote directions on how to take it, and explained what the medicine would do. Their ideas were wild and brilliant. It was truly inspiring to see their level of engagement.
And so balloon, fox traps, and marvelous medicine are indeed very simple things. Things that, at first glance, are of no significant consequence. But it is precisely these simple things and the time spent with children for which I am profoundly grateful.