tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82408956078220978642024-03-05T18:06:11.577-06:00Reading Amid the ChaosChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-73920442119103966722022-03-31T19:33:00.002-05:002022-03-31T19:33:20.502-05:00Challenge reflection #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATvPoXklutjhryDdnXIs2aSTVy3N9neHWjN7tmEV5Gl5vl5ZTVrID2c3piTGSL-V4q7jtCAngAPkZ50kNl0OVWDBMrIE5ZCmeY1VYcS9N8sr8JmzAD6iihzI0JPmHuzgxEuLCKeFTLZKdsgTTE2jFutLiUY-RMVDs4xBfjdoRbygzbZnkBlqdu4Kj/s300/2014%20slice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATvPoXklutjhryDdnXIs2aSTVy3N9neHWjN7tmEV5Gl5vl5ZTVrID2c3piTGSL-V4q7jtCAngAPkZ50kNl0OVWDBMrIE5ZCmeY1VYcS9N8sr8JmzAD6iihzI0JPmHuzgxEuLCKeFTLZKdsgTTE2jFutLiUY-RMVDs4xBfjdoRbygzbZnkBlqdu4Kj/w200-h200/2014%20slice.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Slice of Life Challenge ends today!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was good to be back writing. Although I didn't have lots of comments on my writing (I'm a late-night slicer), I realized it didn't matter. What mattered is that I took time out of my day to craft a slice and put some thoughts into a post.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Each year I get less and less concerned about writing for my audience. Maybe that comes with age (I'm 50+ now)? Don't get me wrong, I love to write a witty, funny piece that resonates with lots of people. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But after ten years of writing during this challenge, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I understand that writing is for the writer.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks to all my fellow slicers, and congratulations to us all! Whether we wrote for all 31 days or not, we are writers. We shared our thoughts and supported each other through comments and community.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks to the Two Writing Teachers group for hosting the challenge. It was good to dust off the blog and my writing brain to jump into slicing again. </span></div><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-60059879492204145322022-03-30T20:46:00.001-05:002022-03-30T20:46:15.959-05:00Bouncy ball #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTaJ_zRGE42ro_ta54XanRi4tqxRuw7ndqp9ctSqEuhZUkybCfkDwJRgixgAY_Taou_xdO-FIPZMeFM_Hr6V4XOqVPrfQScSUHeqRMoiFHgma4evE73fI1cpZkOTODHfqfoqRe7DE5XyEvIfkW3mg3jHNF_VFh-rAu3qqQazbT5XbAYd7ElTSaO0e/s292/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTaJ_zRGE42ro_ta54XanRi4tqxRuw7ndqp9ctSqEuhZUkybCfkDwJRgixgAY_Taou_xdO-FIPZMeFM_Hr6V4XOqVPrfQScSUHeqRMoiFHgma4evE73fI1cpZkOTODHfqfoqRe7DE5XyEvIfkW3mg3jHNF_VFh-rAu3qqQazbT5XbAYd7ElTSaO0e/w200-h192/image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Today was a bouncy ball day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I bounced from one activity to another, finishing nothing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Up the stairs and back down.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> Putting </span>the bedroom back together (new carpet!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Type, sit and read, go back to email.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span>Jump into the group text (teachers on break!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> </span>Answer the phone, make a call to dad</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Chat with daughter</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Zip over to PT appointment (my knee is feeling better!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>My spring break is spent bouncing from one thing to another.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>I'll have to go back to school to relax (NOT! Hahahaha)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-28831376657392576312022-03-29T10:01:00.007-05:002022-03-29T10:01:59.894-05:00Good Reads #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nyZbQDOZqpSzDHHHyfKKchDd7ncfgIRfb6oXwVSuktGy_pL8A8hBBhV2m2wefiPErN4PnppmcULoGZt7m87CL7oz-Fk_2mjgHaUVQua01F6TnQYL5cN7qtbL5ZfDCL92IIv6wBBQQM4Nm8sC7rFnPTb7DOoyTap8GFxSKmFgRxGxeNJt3vytBCzK/s292/image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nyZbQDOZqpSzDHHHyfKKchDd7ncfgIRfb6oXwVSuktGy_pL8A8hBBhV2m2wefiPErN4PnppmcULoGZt7m87CL7oz-Fk_2mjgHaUVQua01F6TnQYL5cN7qtbL5ZfDCL92IIv6wBBQQM4Nm8sC7rFnPTb7DOoyTap8GFxSKmFgRxGxeNJt3vytBCzK/w200-h192/image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><p>My Little Free Library is never empty. I tend to fill it with picture books and chapter books from my collection or a quick run to Half Price Books. The patrons and the public library are responsible for any adult fiction.</p><p>Over the years, I've found myself reading more children's and YA books than adult books. I love to finish books quickly, and reading books that my students might enjoy would connect me to some that I could recommend to them. </p><p>Most of the books I choose to read come from recommendations from teachers & librarians on Twitter, from Nerdy Book Club posts, and connections on the Goodreads app. I can't even tell you how many books are on my TBR (to be read) list as I collect book titles from everywhere I can. </p><p>This year I've made a definite effort to read more books that feature characters and events that are different from myself and my experiences. I'm consulting books listed by Project LIT Community (@ProjectLITComm) and We Need Diverse Books (@DiverseBooks) with other resources to help guide my reading. </p><p>I truly believe in the importance of my students seeing themselves reflected in books. Not many of my students are interested in reading longer texts right now, but when they are ready, I will have books for them. </p><p>(Two favorite books from this month: <u>Fast Pitch</u> by Nic Stone, <u>Blended</u> by Sharon Draper)</p></span><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-40644132813556318962022-03-27T20:55:00.009-05:002022-03-27T20:55:50.972-05:00Life Kit #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2dYfpyknh4ZXSJ3Ghag4N7k2ZtF3w13lj-JjRYTBik6-QXkp3rI9sv4AwRniAm3GMOlsjj6UirE1BtAY8gZcLZTUBSDJOdbY2UJeuSHrovmMzFUNbBH9mgma-j42LYMTW_a1ZztewBhLSgYtsMOSsoiFiAQZGoB2ZNiJDxMpfvRz9prpeRRD6PEB/s300/2014%20slice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2dYfpyknh4ZXSJ3Ghag4N7k2ZtF3w13lj-JjRYTBik6-QXkp3rI9sv4AwRniAm3GMOlsjj6UirE1BtAY8gZcLZTUBSDJOdbY2UJeuSHrovmMzFUNbBH9mgma-j42LYMTW_a1ZztewBhLSgYtsMOSsoiFiAQZGoB2ZNiJDxMpfvRz9prpeRRD6PEB/w200-h200/2014%20slice.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I only recently got into listening to podcasts. My oldest daughter introduced them to me when we would drive the three hours to return her college after weekends home. Once I figured out where to find podcasts (started with Apple, now I use Spotify), I started searching and listening to find my favorites.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My top, go-to podcast for the ride home is NPR's Life Kit. This gem is only 15-20 minutes long, so it's perfect for my commute. Life Kit has a variety of hosts and topics, ranging from dealing with family members at the holidays, starting a hobby, and staying connected with friends.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Last week I listened to the episode centered on all the administrative tasks we have to take care of at home (car repairs, doctor appointments, bills, etc). The episode really got me ready for tackling some of this minutiae as I begin spring break.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thinking back to the first podcast I listened to, I never thought I would enjoy them. But now, I'm off</span><span style="font-size: large;"> to listen to another episode... </span><a href="https://www.npr.org/podcasts/510338/all-guides" style="font-size: large;" target="_blank">NPR Life Kit Podcast</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-17266022593256943882022-03-26T14:10:00.003-05:002022-03-26T14:10:29.720-05:00Relax, restore #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFexJpIPAesw_a21aoCOnAqTzQRQjHJ7BoTYOtZIkr9WNy_dHVVP3hlQX2kG6aEFN4iximHngHLiGiSOYgqQedNBHqDqwsWaga8GLeiCKPF_15Wa7Pf0vXihfE_3QlZPYhqd7QKBeo44iuHntPxAyKS0mZt6cmIz0axs3LxX5YarR3xkkh7Y4PLR8z/s292/image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFexJpIPAesw_a21aoCOnAqTzQRQjHJ7BoTYOtZIkr9WNy_dHVVP3hlQX2kG6aEFN4iximHngHLiGiSOYgqQedNBHqDqwsWaga8GLeiCKPF_15Wa7Pf0vXihfE_3QlZPYhqd7QKBeo44iuHntPxAyKS0mZt6cmIz0axs3LxX5YarR3xkkh7Y4PLR8z/w200-h192/image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteacher.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Spring Break Saturday</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Freezing cold, blowing winds</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pajamas, warm socks, cozy sweatshirt</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Coffee with fluffy milk</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Paperwork, list making</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pause for lunch</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Finish a book*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">While lounging on the couch</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Banana oatmeal bread in the oven</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Write, post, read, comment</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Today is for relaxing</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><i style="font-size: large;">Fast Pitch</i><span style="font-size: large;"> by Nic Stone - really great read!</span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-42977156067951263992022-03-25T20:05:00.001-05:002022-03-25T20:05:02.783-05:00Game Day #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-E8raswktpQV7xGs1Fh4Z55sp7AQAJfVLD20L9ISfdaT5urajrz6O0A7abPiKtYHfW87GRGLrWQhPOb91MUd1VhUt2URKpJVt4vE1nad7K5BTZrGbXsBUZbFhb-6xs-fGjLemOif9iorfimRqUNgqkeQ3QjnE1VK1UlenFEWZqjyVgwuFx_wiDfFp/s292/image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-E8raswktpQV7xGs1Fh4Z55sp7AQAJfVLD20L9ISfdaT5urajrz6O0A7abPiKtYHfW87GRGLrWQhPOb91MUd1VhUt2URKpJVt4vE1nad7K5BTZrGbXsBUZbFhb-6xs-fGjLemOif9iorfimRqUNgqkeQ3QjnE1VK1UlenFEWZqjyVgwuFx_wiDfFp/w200-h192/image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We made it to the final day before spring break! I stopped at Target last night to get a new Uno deck (cards!) and a bag of Cuties (snacks!). Friday was established as game day for all my groups. My reading groups could not be more different from one another, and that showed through their choices of games, cooperative game play and noise level:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1st period enjoyed a quiet round of Uno with dim lights.<br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">2nd period shared a noisy BINGO game with two other classrooms over Zoom. Then we jumped into an Uno game until the bell rang and the students flew out the door (whew!).<br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">3rd period settled into their <a href="http://readingamidthechaos.blogspot.com/2022/03/board-games-for-win-solcc.html">regular Trouble Battle</a> (their words) with accompanying soundtrack of their favorite tunes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">7th period calmly and politely played BINGO, then transitioned to Uno. They helped each other learn to shuffle cards. Then they were RELENTLESS in the game (lol).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">8th period couldn't get enough of the spinning BINGO number selector. After a game, they lost interest and stamina and their phones took their attention.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">9th period. One short game of Uno. Many outbursts. Cards on floor. Kids pacing room. Dismissal could not come soon enough.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hooray for SPRING BREAK!</span></div><br /><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-39368946538023460402022-03-24T20:30:00.001-05:002022-03-24T20:30:13.362-05:00Bright moments #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KbmSljsaZynNxsSrO29i_cEEpgoQjSBwvKh2x2oW6kdYJjsDG6MY_0MPCWRKoQCNofQ-amdLOaVyNR0mgubIM9vlFXym0PV5zREQXTdUPg6wEUKZpwh6GrkBdUNLwknfe3Zud5SfE_FcF5DQfUKTZ3AKT9NeIiU220NDtH1i-PNq5gFlY_AEqMSE/s292/image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1KbmSljsaZynNxsSrO29i_cEEpgoQjSBwvKh2x2oW6kdYJjsDG6MY_0MPCWRKoQCNofQ-amdLOaVyNR0mgubIM9vlFXym0PV5zREQXTdUPg6wEUKZpwh6GrkBdUNLwknfe3Zud5SfE_FcF5DQfUKTZ3AKT9NeIiU220NDtH1i-PNq5gFlY_AEqMSE/w200-h192/image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This week has been especially bumpy at school as we navigate to the last day before spring break (FINALLY!). Kids are tired and grumpy, and I'm exhausted trying to keep my reading lessons engaging and entertaining. To finish the week, I'm determined to note some of the bright moments this week (not in any order):</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: medium;">When we read about two brothers who survived the 2011 Joplin, MO tornado, my 6th grade groups were completely engaged in reading, looking for text evidence and discussing the text.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">One of those 6th grade students is now referring to himself as "an unpublished author." He has written around five books (I think it's two different series) and illustrated a bunch of comics. When he said he wasn't an author, I corrected him - he's definitely an author!</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">After the tornado reading, a student shared a nonfiction book she wrote on Book Creator about tornadoes when they studied them in science.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">One of my 7th graders turned to his classmate and said in all seriousness, "Dude - have you seen your scores? You really need to get your head in the right place."</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">One of my silent, earbuds-always-in 8th graders put his phone away and totally focused on an assessment. His score improved by an incredible amount. I saw the tiniest smile on his face when I congratulated his focus and effort. </span></li></ul><div><span style="font-size: medium;">These moments remind me of why I appreciate working with young people. Now I have a few more ounces of patience for tomorrow.</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-66582776577909503862022-03-23T19:40:00.002-05:002022-03-23T19:40:22.051-05:00Role Reversal #SOLC <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3HkSSqE34frd1c1Ftntc8QO1bvHRB8fXyDKA5YlLclWs4nn01s5Qh58-ltcjMnWIPQ47VM9tSXyjoWLC0ohmxYtj8owoR1vvFd0Fd-KzTIcrLHj1Rs39r2R0KIBFzWUbm2nBS8jc6juUO98c12V7oaFdMBycubKt_KI6ykvT4q6K2l7yxRSIAPU-/s150/Slice%20twt.org.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="150" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3HkSSqE34frd1c1Ftntc8QO1bvHRB8fXyDKA5YlLclWs4nn01s5Qh58-ltcjMnWIPQ47VM9tSXyjoWLC0ohmxYtj8owoR1vvFd0Fd-KzTIcrLHj1Rs39r2R0KIBFzWUbm2nBS8jc6juUO98c12V7oaFdMBycubKt_KI6ykvT4q6K2l7yxRSIAPU-/s1600/Slice%20twt.org.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">As I drove home from work yesterday, I checked in with my oldest daughter, Lindsey. She relocated to the west coast about a year ago. She's always talked about living in California or New York, so it was no surprise when she made the decision to move there.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Unlike me, Lindsey went out of state to school, and then lived far from home for her first job (and even farther for her second job). Now she's working for a company who encourages employees to work remotely, so she is set! She has the ability to work from anywhere in the world (as long as she manages the time zones).</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Yesterday wasn't an easy day at school, by far. I ended up yelling at my last group of 8th graders because two boys decided to wrestle and push another one to the ground. Not my finest hour of teaching, but at least no one was hurt. (They thought it was hysterical).</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">As I drove home, Lindsey and I talked about lots of topics: her recent trip to LA to see a friend, her ceramics class, and when I will travel to CA to see her. I responded with a bunch of venting and whining, my struggle with imposter syndrome, and how many days left in the school year.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">As Lindsey talked me through a few scenarios with some direct words (she is a clear communicator), it felt like a role reversal. I have always promised myself that I wouldn't lay my problems on my children, but this felt different. I was the person who needed someone to listen, and Lindsey was the person who could process and offer suggestions.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It really is amazing to watch your children grow into adults with glimmers of their former tiny selves. They still keep their youthful attitudes and perspectives, but they stretch and grow into people that are ready to face the world.</span></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-12334161901094305112022-03-21T20:06:00.003-05:002022-03-21T20:06:36.890-05:00Ugh #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4uNF5tNX94tfmcL5DFMzR_-J0Mn-IzDmPfrgei9A58sqwrTGDD1am4WTaTrfN4tdJpPBMMCphenC3lHPOusSM6VLPmQRXyYHlfNFD7BVXs-8fOe9PFZz5w2fdby4k4JDNTroFixqm177di6qTlTcKntW4MzFQwY7EMdTrQXC8_r0rridTzfhZaUDJ=s300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4uNF5tNX94tfmcL5DFMzR_-J0Mn-IzDmPfrgei9A58sqwrTGDD1am4WTaTrfN4tdJpPBMMCphenC3lHPOusSM6VLPmQRXyYHlfNFD7BVXs-8fOe9PFZz5w2fdby4k4JDNTroFixqm177di6qTlTcKntW4MzFQwY7EMdTrQXC8_r0rridTzfhZaUDJ=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Our house was built in the 1970s, we bought it in 1998, and we added an addition with a basement in 2003.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We've always had a mouse problem.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">UGH.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Every year they seem to sneak in through the garage, in through the stove. We have tried to patch all their passageways over the years. Some years, we were successful, and other years... not so much.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">UGH.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I adapted our kitchen organization to remove any tempting treats: only canned goods in the lower cabinet, no bread on the counter... NO food left on the counter.. EVER.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">UGH.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My husband and I talk about what we need to fix next around the house. His workshop and the garage are at the top of the list. They are definitely stops on the mouse highway.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">UGH.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Tonight I decided to start dealing with one corner of the workshop.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">(Why? My hubby went out of town this morning). </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I don't even want to talk about cleaning out this corner. All I can say is ...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">UGH.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I know we will eventually deal with all the passageways that help these tiny nuisances enter our home and stress us out.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Until then,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">UGH.</span></p><p><br /></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-67771880024617354062022-03-19T10:46:00.001-05:002022-03-19T10:46:13.846-05:00To Do List #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAn1B_DRbxDeJCiJaU2UCIYootzfPt1qjq0CDrCLB8wveTWoEkloGeRpa1QAVf2B9sQ9YNpbI3397ncyjEoRePYoPqBktP8PovydRL337XtvcXnCQ9bVrFb_frHDv_-DJB3hbU3o7tuVfxaeBz3A-63vDXtdRZvCsty1UB7ng1vrp1irpf6oW-IQlB=s300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAn1B_DRbxDeJCiJaU2UCIYootzfPt1qjq0CDrCLB8wveTWoEkloGeRpa1QAVf2B9sQ9YNpbI3397ncyjEoRePYoPqBktP8PovydRL337XtvcXnCQ9bVrFb_frHDv_-DJB3hbU3o7tuVfxaeBz3A-63vDXtdRZvCsty1UB7ng1vrp1irpf6oW-IQlB=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out more stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Saturday mornings always start with a few tasks:</span></p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Cook and eat (slowly) a delicious breakfast</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Savor the cup of coffee (from a real mug)</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Finish a book or the crossword puzzle</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Make dining reservations for my father-in-law</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Clean out the email inbox</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Add events to the calendar & items to the grocery list</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Spend time with the parakeet</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Run some laundry, wash some dishes</span></li><li><span style="font-size: medium;">Stay in pajamas until at least 12</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The rest of the day becomes less routine. My husband and I will try to decide what tasks need to be done around the house. We remind ourselves of errands we need to run. We attempt to meal plan.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Then, to be honest, we will each get wrapped up in one activity, and the hours will fly by. Sometimes it's extra relaxing on the couch looking up recipes, vacation spots and books (me) and other times it's watching home improvement shows (him).</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">I think I need to give myself permission to stress less about the To Do list on weekends, and savor the time to relax, recharge and regroup from the week. There are some things that must be done, but some chores can wait for another day. </span></div><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-45225796531529126582022-03-18T20:05:00.002-05:002022-03-18T20:05:32.045-05:00Whew! What a Week. #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAhiKR08N_Z13hNSSCzhryJxHe8HN-F1RyyzgFQeruKvxsPwOl8k2Pc49j0j4CyfpNVJo3JJndhIi9Ar9C5MPs3Ypri1oRTghzq8Urlzjx2qxoRQ167JX3ik2kteKr0lOMdPYyTWhylLslogocRYrRG5WCBN8KJBnLZ-Cazsh9POP565y3GOvKBnov=s292" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAhiKR08N_Z13hNSSCzhryJxHe8HN-F1RyyzgFQeruKvxsPwOl8k2Pc49j0j4CyfpNVJo3JJndhIi9Ar9C5MPs3Ypri1oRTghzq8Urlzjx2qxoRQ167JX3ik2kteKr0lOMdPYyTWhylLslogocRYrRG5WCBN8KJBnLZ-Cazsh9POP565y3GOvKBnov=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's been a long week. I'm have a cold. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This week a full moon and nice weather on Wednesday made for some interesting student behavior. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Today </span><span style="font-size: large;">at lunch duty, a chocolate milk came sailing in the air towards me as I rolled the garbage can around. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thankfully, it hit the ground in front of me without too much of a splash.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's been a long week. You'll find me on the couch.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-57274889170646664372022-03-17T19:54:00.003-05:002022-03-17T19:54:31.637-05:00Hop on the Bus, Gus #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-IrzFNvNR07IyYWnu1hpm_JtFIcNY3l-NHWioyPQjOLmaY6Wh9KistaBpgIPBpGUBHELNPTNoa42ATtwJDVPdIO3ZUG_Ju13kGPEIv-Ev8oOUtCyP9bhidLTpWL6cgoQnNYhvWgEobXPn9GTLkoxqhThETIYsbnl5gZWY42MeRca8s08rgpoC-uRc=s300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-IrzFNvNR07IyYWnu1hpm_JtFIcNY3l-NHWioyPQjOLmaY6Wh9KistaBpgIPBpGUBHELNPTNoa42ATtwJDVPdIO3ZUG_Ju13kGPEIv-Ev8oOUtCyP9bhidLTpWL6cgoQnNYhvWgEobXPn9GTLkoxqhThETIYsbnl5gZWY42MeRca8s08rgpoC-uRc=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Discover the March Slice of Life Challenge at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My mom and dad are in their early 70s. They got the bug to travel via RV from my dad's (my great) uncle. Great Uncle Bud and Great Aunt Toni would travel east to Illinois and Minnesota from Las Vegas, NV every summer of my childhood in an RV. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Flash forward 45 years, and my parents have their second RV as they traded up from their class C to a class A motorhome.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">They haven't decided to become full-time RVers, but that day may come in the future. They always have a myriad of answers as to why it's not time to sell the two-story house, get a P.O. box, and hit the road.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm excited for all their trips, and it's fun to get text messages from both parents, as they have different styles of communication. My mom sends the requisite photos and details of their destinations. This week they visited the USS Alabama, the ship on which her uncle served in WWII. She was thrilled to see her uncle's photo and some details about his time on the ship.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My dad, on the other hand, enjoys sending messages with a bit of flair and, at times, written in code. Today's texts included a picture of the shop at the Ozark / Fort Rucker KOA and the phrase:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span>"Stopping early, storms brewing , Ozark Alabama KOA /Fort Rucker, maybe I'll bump <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>into Darius , I'm not Hootie"**</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>(**Dear youngish friends, please look up the band Hootie and the Blowfish)</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Dad loves when places and people he runs into on the road make a connection for him. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Even when he's home and my mom makes him complete endless projects, the text messages are still entertaining:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span>"I assume you watch Fixer Upper, Chip&Joanna Gains . I'm Chip , <span> <br /></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>IT'S DEMO DAY, BABY 😂😂". </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The text when he attempted to fix the washing machine: </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span>"</span><span style="font-size: medium;">Man vs Machine, stay tuned see who wins"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Text messages from my dad are always a hoot. I usually get them at random times of the day, which helps bring a smile to my face. Mom & Dad will hopefully be on the road home from Alabama this weekend, if the weather doesn't get in their way. To quote my dad,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span>"That's the Plan, Stan, get on the bus Gus, you know the rest 🙂"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-11024155539619158792022-03-16T20:36:00.002-05:002022-03-16T20:37:36.147-05:00Ice cream #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZ4PWuHbmtSg04aGTIoN4am35RAkPderuOH4o57uLed6W3V4ln_8UHYEP76kH5GnhaTbZepWSQsjJWLzoJJXR47LfDW0BPCgMdHwN3kiB_fLu7YORiM3NzxF9HaHrcIhhf-7kmyU5Z7clyqOAO_B0yPKg1mNb1WRhX7UGi41rcmuWUE-qxk8i4OEZr=s292" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZ4PWuHbmtSg04aGTIoN4am35RAkPderuOH4o57uLed6W3V4ln_8UHYEP76kH5GnhaTbZepWSQsjJWLzoJJXR47LfDW0BPCgMdHwN3kiB_fLu7YORiM3NzxF9HaHrcIhhf-7kmyU5Z7clyqOAO_B0yPKg1mNb1WRhX7UGi41rcmuWUE-qxk8i4OEZr=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Today it was 70 degrees in the Chicago suburbs. Some of my students had spring fever (7 days til spring break!) and my classroom was warm and stuffy. This made for a long day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After dinner, I mentioned that the whole town would probably go out for ice cream today, especially since it's the warmest day so far in 2022.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Ice cream?" asked my husband.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Even the 23-year-old daughter's ears perked up, "Ice cream?" she replied.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I sent them to the new Dairy Queen a few miles away with orders in hand. They returned with a bonus Blizzard. "I think they are still training people - we will just put this in the freezer!" announced my husband.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dairy Queen cones always remind me of a favorite book, <u>Duke the Dairy Delight Dog</u>, by Lisa Campbell Ernst. I no longer have a copy (I need to fix that) on my shelf, but this delightful story was a pure joy to read aloud to the kids at elementary school. The vocabulary was super-duper, so I bet even my middle school kids would not feel like it was too babyish.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In a nutshell, the story focuses on the very detailed, cleaning Darla (ice cream store owner) as she deals with a dirty and determined Duke, a stray dog who has found his destiny at the Dairy Delight. The two don't see eye-to-eye, but an encounter with wax and a floor cleaner manages to nudge Darla to more acceptance of Duke.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here's to more ice-cream filled 70-degree days this spring!</span></div><br />Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-83366409304616725272022-03-15T11:49:00.005-05:002022-03-15T11:49:35.451-05:00Restless Day #SOLC<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKpYAn3oTTiTC2yW1clbjn4Ckr402L_l-datWUTnmUSptdYkzgadq9AT7ISvsTgRTOhSJUCyb9jt-Q8OGcJyxWwhIM8DENfuxVyuv1qNUx4JB3EGlpG3AYy24SR6K8r-RryBgMn4oZbhVVU344xAgnN7HtFIaR3nQ-gYaIMZWK72O7zhD3MbEESyUF=s292" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKpYAn3oTTiTC2yW1clbjn4Ckr402L_l-datWUTnmUSptdYkzgadq9AT7ISvsTgRTOhSJUCyb9jt-Q8OGcJyxWwhIM8DENfuxVyuv1qNUx4JB3EGlpG3AYy24SR6K8r-RryBgMn4oZbhVVU344xAgnN7HtFIaR3nQ-gYaIMZWK72O7zhD3MbEESyUF=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm writing (almost) every day in March</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in the Slice of Life challenge at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yesterday the more I spoke and read and answered questions, the worse my throat felt. It didn't help that my little room without a window has one fan, one HEPA filter and one Arctic Air (brought my own mini AC) fan blowing all day. (<i>That's a whole other slice!)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">At the end of the day I put in for a sick day. I pulled together plans, made copies, over-explained everything (because that's who I am.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Today I'm supposed to be resting. But I can't.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm someone who struggles to finish things. Even emptying the dishwasher.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />I've tried lists, reminders, sticky notes. Ugh. This brain keeps spinning.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I did manage to finish a crossword puzzle from three weeks ago, and now I'm typing this slice. Maybe I'll be able to nap later? <i>Who am I kidding?</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My (supposed to be) restful day is full of restless energy.</span></div><br /> <p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-26470647836834962262022-03-14T20:29:00.002-05:002022-03-14T20:29:16.368-05:00Anxious #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3cs62pgeaXPXVL_F4ouz0e7nDfE7eN4vVv2be7m6YJSJ9Q_oSahLuYnmGEZW5aaSJQHeKe_rWstYm3rJYMIJU4Awq9bka3Vc5t6crXeJH1Lo4e1sfmJDnYJFkVt3aPoP_DZnuD9GIz5DMepR5KIgybkLJE2pBrUGmSSCitpa2rWlMwgf4vP9OJgDO=s292" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3cs62pgeaXPXVL_F4ouz0e7nDfE7eN4vVv2be7m6YJSJ9Q_oSahLuYnmGEZW5aaSJQHeKe_rWstYm3rJYMIJU4Awq9bka3Vc5t6crXeJH1Lo4e1sfmJDnYJFkVt3aPoP_DZnuD9GIz5DMepR5KIgybkLJE2pBrUGmSSCitpa2rWlMwgf4vP9OJgDO=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Some days I second guess every decision of my 21 years of teaching, 26 years as a parent and 52 years as a human.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I spent the morning second guessing ... everything:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">stay home or go to school?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">turn left or right?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">display the books or put on the shelf?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">share the video or skip it?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">join my colleagues or dine alone?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">insist on reading more or give the students a break?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">get involved in the argument or walk away?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">over-explain or remain vague?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Maybe the anxiety runs deeper this week because of the time change, lack of sleep or impending full moon?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Maybe I can trust that I can make decisions</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>without second guessing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-1275392780171458082022-03-12T17:02:00.004-06:002022-03-12T17:02:39.296-06:00Impromptu reunion #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAV4LwfjIDZ14c-jrXnkRxCljShm7TW3GPK9-qDOz4d2-N3fvdG8qHeutQ5iceVQX9Q2pw8JXsjtbvLc-I53mm2dyELG4G-jveV8oa1sCHPs9vIotjS-yyatQnXNY9_l6KCWpr4MWcZchSaNaMcz1gKa21ss7EkiwaVDWKpBDncLWhUTt_6MQG2LTG=s292" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgAV4LwfjIDZ14c-jrXnkRxCljShm7TW3GPK9-qDOz4d2-N3fvdG8qHeutQ5iceVQX9Q2pw8JXsjtbvLc-I53mm2dyELG4G-jveV8oa1sCHPs9vIotjS-yyatQnXNY9_l6KCWpr4MWcZchSaNaMcz1gKa21ss7EkiwaVDWKpBDncLWhUTt_6MQG2LTG=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The text message arrived this morning, "We'll be in town this afternoon - want to meet for lunch?<br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My husband and I met our friends Kris & Eric in 1996 when we rented a townhouse next to them. I was pregnant, they had no kids, but we both had Labrador retrievers. Their chocolate lab, Bailey, was sweet and innocent. Our lab, Candy, was full of mischief and vigor.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Over the years, there's we have shared numerous adventures: a cruise celebrating 30th birthdays, sharing dinners, building decks. We've supported each other through the roller coasters of raising kids (them = 3, us = 2), and weathered tough situations: mourning parents and saying goodbye to pets.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A few years ago K & E moved to Wisconsin. They are less than two hours away, but our visits and messages are fewer. The kids now range in age from 25 to 15, two are moved out on their own. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So today we met for lunch, then spent some extra time with two of the kids while other errands were run. We caught up on everything ... jobs, travel, kids, opportunities and bumps in the road. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />It's really great to pick up where you left off with lifelong friends.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-47099355668136847482022-03-11T20:39:00.002-06:002022-03-11T20:39:29.797-06:00Board Games for the Win #SOLC<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzKpyegJXNs9BMRNQz47JtaOoGhO7xKlDg5p0FE7gaulHyfrFIbOS6XuDo5q4QDHxkMp_ukrYAriy_YTg6hQ9Jp8K9x9hL7sV10GIGbeZOYZ2dRyg0RBaLoyC92BPx2YpJafkF2n79tXwmnDmmsRsj3O6Bse3vhSjH5gDEES-UheGTiWNDtm2uDXPY=s292" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzKpyegJXNs9BMRNQz47JtaOoGhO7xKlDg5p0FE7gaulHyfrFIbOS6XuDo5q4QDHxkMp_ukrYAriy_YTg6hQ9Jp8K9x9hL7sV10GIGbeZOYZ2dRyg0RBaLoyC92BPx2YpJafkF2n79tXwmnDmmsRsj3O6Bse3vhSjH5gDEES-UheGTiWNDtm2uDXPY=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out the March writing challenge at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Each month we have an early release day. This gives students a compressed schedule (25 minute classes) so teachers can have professional development time in the afternoon.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Back in November, I decided to bring Apples to Apples Junior and Uno for my small groups (grades 6-8) to play on an early release day. Uno was a huge hit, especially with my students who are new to the United States. It was easy for them to pick up the rules and play.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Apples to Apples Junior became a favorite for 6th graders. I let the "judge" sit in my rolling chair as they decided which nouns submitted best matched the adjective card they pulled. I was secretly pleased that they were learning or reinforcing some juicy vocabulary as they played.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In January, I discovered we had the game Trouble in our basement. I wasn't sure how it would go over with my very particular middle schoolers. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It was magical!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When my "too cool for school" 7th grade group of boys entered the room that day, one called out, "Oh wow - throwback to elementary school!" They immediately wanted to know how to play, but one student kept adding rules. I went along with it because what he didn't realize was that one rule was helping us win! I swept the game with a bunch of Double Troubles and rolling 6s. The boys were borderline sore losers, but they definitely enjoyed the competition.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Fast forward to today. The four boys in that same 7th grade group <b>patiently waited</b> for two of them to complete a running record for me. Then they jumped into their game with a mature vengeance. There was a tiny argument about someone over-jumping their roll, but overall it was a clean game. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm thrilled that some old fashioned board games are interesting to today's students (phones were barely out!). I don't know how long the Trouble game streak will continue, but students are willing to engage in reading and writing during the other four days of the week to earn the opportunity to play a game on early release days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-49513212600757863652022-03-10T21:16:00.000-06:002022-03-10T21:16:01.699-06:00Evening jams #SOLC22<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVwkocBdDDQD2olrmXDPo-AKOzl2vkzRXMIIibmh1qkYU4fyjXnuK3EsPyERqnXFnIV0PSnRkTEJByYJmnEnUoBOmD-CJgqjoLGAU6MvtTDqdEZoccvXk4dRTUYZ_DR0oI0zQ0fDpU9r7jU0dth3eFq-x6TQL63Iv90hQj8livt3XrRtDyC7C05KqZ=s292" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVwkocBdDDQD2olrmXDPo-AKOzl2vkzRXMIIibmh1qkYU4fyjXnuK3EsPyERqnXFnIV0PSnRkTEJByYJmnEnUoBOmD-CJgqjoLGAU6MvtTDqdEZoccvXk4dRTUYZ_DR0oI0zQ0fDpU9r7jU0dth3eFq-x6TQL63Iv90hQj8livt3XrRtDyC7C05KqZ=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My youngest daughter brought home a pet parakeet, Tiki, in 2018. Over the years, I've become quite attached to this feathered friend.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tiki starts each morning tweeting to the sparrows and nuthatches outside. On weekends, she will sit for a long time on the window sill, checking out the birds in the yard.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the evening when it's time to do dinner dishes, Tiki gets to pick the playlist. I'll call out a variety of artists, genres or movie soundtracks (she especially likes <i>Encanto</i>). When I hear Tiki "peep" that decides the evenings jams.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Siri, play the Jonas Brothers!" I call out. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>(Yes, this 50-something likes her kids' childhood favorites hahahaha!)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As I scrub the pots and pans, we sing & chirp along to the music.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nothing better than our evening jams.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh72C7WoOJ4yiysHyN3Fq4hGPu5SDKi6orXrO0oY8q90NsPf2-YCknVqUJogJiV_EF2O2q_Li--DTAGU636vffMVWB9DFbiNmhZTp-csxDAjZqg-3KGVHYp09yqzPmjqZHF84sOV_qe1sw1pd8VhHckiljGBAe5lJExN9Z0HwDEApk9Q37vQJVpZRSe=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh72C7WoOJ4yiysHyN3Fq4hGPu5SDKi6orXrO0oY8q90NsPf2-YCknVqUJogJiV_EF2O2q_Li--DTAGU636vffMVWB9DFbiNmhZTp-csxDAjZqg-3KGVHYp09yqzPmjqZHF84sOV_qe1sw1pd8VhHckiljGBAe5lJExN9Z0HwDEApk9Q37vQJVpZRSe=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our pet parakeet, Tiki, enjoys the view from the windowsill.</div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-84654147838715565502022-03-09T21:09:00.002-06:002022-03-09T21:09:14.708-06:00Uplifting TV #SOLC22<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJs4neVg8rtshmZ5YGqdd0luUkO1l41e-g2zDU-tQ0sf1SuQuazv1JBzBO4gIzbKwtXB-wqwKvR4OIIXHi6XSjcn2gVY_4i-OUSfsKoiDkv_0Gg1-igD-o-UGWZdMT7dllf9T5FDnQpaKJTdZX-9oi3kdAkcB9g3f8019n64qCij0EE2Ob3H2ITfYI=s292" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJs4neVg8rtshmZ5YGqdd0luUkO1l41e-g2zDU-tQ0sf1SuQuazv1JBzBO4gIzbKwtXB-wqwKvR4OIIXHi6XSjcn2gVY_4i-OUSfsKoiDkv_0Gg1-igD-o-UGWZdMT7dllf9T5FDnQpaKJTdZX-9oi3kdAkcB9g3f8019n64qCij0EE2Ob3H2ITfYI=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out <a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's the time of year that finds me exhausted. Yes, I'm an avid reader (more on that another day), but some days you just need to sit on the couch, wrap up in a blanket and watch some uplifting TV.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My current show that never fails to lift my spirits is "Queer Eye" on Netflix. This fabulous team arrives to help someone (or a group) -- who has usually put themselves on the back burner -- freshen up their look, learn to cook something delicious, get some life coaching and receive a beautiful new living space.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Each member of the Queer Eye team has a speciality, and I love how kindly they address and coach each person they work with. They have hard conversations with participants but it's always with caring, respectful ways.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I've learned a lot about taking time for myself, looking for the best in others, and helping people know how much they are cared for.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(One favorite episode: Season 6 - "A Night to Remember")</span></div><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-63584505245641322342022-03-08T20:33:00.003-06:002022-03-08T20:34:01.142-06:00Slightly organized #SOLC22<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcKNcPrL2I54T44Mxc0io5rOiJ_wDVLzojS7UL0OY0cg_8SKrlBHJTSWBu_vLACnbBc-03TvOj0WmrGNx4kekNt4YvvRF-8PNw2t4Y_6LSm4zWvOE8Fdz4VCCwhSYvtCIXZYifRIB3e5JkAvl1Hu-6_mLNy1fFh2S5MCnHTb6u0P-eLedvV-mobIBj=s292" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcKNcPrL2I54T44Mxc0io5rOiJ_wDVLzojS7UL0OY0cg_8SKrlBHJTSWBu_vLACnbBc-03TvOj0WmrGNx4kekNt4YvvRF-8PNw2t4Y_6LSm4zWvOE8Fdz4VCCwhSYvtCIXZYifRIB3e5JkAvl1Hu-6_mLNy1fFh2S5MCnHTb6u0P-eLedvV-mobIBj=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>The day was a roller coaster. Students with attitudes, students who asked for help. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>One teacher (me) who barely sat down between classes, lunch homework help and book club.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><i>How do I release some stress?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>My daughter cooked a meal for us (hooray!) and I made sure to turn up the music as I washed dishes. </span><span>Then I organized the silverware drawer. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>Isn't it sparkling? I feel better already. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUv8XDVWbdNPM3-CyBOBrfmAu89xpr8pfb5jwSWlBLaaUcP4Gc5yoZr4LpuNxQ6cwwOTofkaSzksHYODF-YEe8S_f6Rm62ZZjTGo_-XhnixcJx8NnpYZy8Uk2UKmcZgwaCbWDaZuXHsRur9CUlbuFQz_lDqwgzBvaj4ZUfuiBehGBaMripYkhqx3oj=s3536" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2803" data-original-width="3536" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUv8XDVWbdNPM3-CyBOBrfmAu89xpr8pfb5jwSWlBLaaUcP4Gc5yoZr4LpuNxQ6cwwOTofkaSzksHYODF-YEe8S_f6Rm62ZZjTGo_-XhnixcJx8NnpYZy8Uk2UKmcZgwaCbWDaZuXHsRur9CUlbuFQz_lDqwgzBvaj4ZUfuiBehGBaMripYkhqx3oj=s320" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-33354861904563356472022-03-07T20:47:00.000-06:002022-03-07T20:47:00.334-06:00Popcorn #SOLC22<p style="text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcKNcPrL2I54T44Mxc0io5rOiJ_wDVLzojS7UL0OY0cg_8SKrlBHJTSWBu_vLACnbBc-03TvOj0WmrGNx4kekNt4YvvRF-8PNw2t4Y_6LSm4zWvOE8Fdz4VCCwhSYvtCIXZYifRIB3e5JkAvl1Hu-6_mLNy1fFh2S5MCnHTb6u0P-eLedvV-mobIBj=s292" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcKNcPrL2I54T44Mxc0io5rOiJ_wDVLzojS7UL0OY0cg_8SKrlBHJTSWBu_vLACnbBc-03TvOj0WmrGNx4kekNt4YvvRF-8PNw2t4Y_6LSm4zWvOE8Fdz4VCCwhSYvtCIXZYifRIB3e5JkAvl1Hu-6_mLNy1fFh2S5MCnHTb6u0P-eLedvV-mobIBj=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">Check out more Slice of Life stories at<br /><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When thinking about favorite snacks,</span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">our family definitely chooses the puffy, light crunchy awesomeness of </div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">popcorn</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You can always tell when my husband needs a late-night snack. I'll hear the microwave running and the corn popping. <br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">He prefers topping the freshly popped kernels with butter and salt.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My granny used to enjoy popcorn when she watched TV. I remember once she was watching our dog years ago, and we came home to the two of them, sitting on the couch enjoying a bowl of popcorn together. One handful for Granny, one kernel for puppy.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm the most basic popcorn eater out there. I might add a little salt or nutritional yeast, but plain, air-popped corn is my preferred snack. <br />When I need something sweet, I love to make a batch of <a href="https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/73761/microwave-caramel-popcorn/" target="_blank">microwave caramel corn</a>. Mmmmm!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What are your feelings about <span style="font-family: georgia;">popcorn</span>?</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i>Thanks to Greg&Linda at WhereWeRV for inspiration to <a href="https://wherewerv.wordpress.com/2022/03/06/i-am-the-snack-manager/" target="_blank">slice about snacks</a>!</i></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-39344961652449616852022-03-06T11:37:00.003-06:002022-03-06T11:37:32.914-06:00Home #SOLC22<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcKNcPrL2I54T44Mxc0io5rOiJ_wDVLzojS7UL0OY0cg_8SKrlBHJTSWBu_vLACnbBc-03TvOj0WmrGNx4kekNt4YvvRF-8PNw2t4Y_6LSm4zWvOE8Fdz4VCCwhSYvtCIXZYifRIB3e5JkAvl1Hu-6_mLNy1fFh2S5MCnHTb6u0P-eLedvV-mobIBj=s292" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcKNcPrL2I54T44Mxc0io5rOiJ_wDVLzojS7UL0OY0cg_8SKrlBHJTSWBu_vLACnbBc-03TvOj0WmrGNx4kekNt4YvvRF-8PNw2t4Y_6LSm4zWvOE8Fdz4VCCwhSYvtCIXZYifRIB3e5JkAvl1Hu-6_mLNy1fFh2S5MCnHTb6u0P-eLedvV-mobIBj=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more Slice of Life stories at</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When we bought our house in 1998, I was pregnant with our second daughter. My husband did much of the searching with our realtor, going to appointments and doing a quick walkthrough. When he deemed that the house met most of our wish list, we would book another visit that included me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We were able to buy our house because another buyer's financing (or home sale) fell through. Here we were with our 1970s ranch, with a full basement, that featured mauve carpeting, sponge painted walls in every bedroom, a dark bar in the basement, and faux brick in the kitchen.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oooooh, pretty right? Ugh.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Over the next ten years, we managed to add on a great room with a basement workshop, and we completely remodeled the kitchen. A door was added to our bedroom that connects to our deck. My husband reveled in managing the large construction project alongside the foreman. He built our deck, and we installed hardwood floors together.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Those days of decisions and demolition were lots of work, but they left you feeling satisfied as projects were finished and the house was bright and fresh.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's now 2022 and that large project has had a few updates - new carpet, new appliances. Some of the cabinets have bumps and bruises, and the whole house needs a paint job.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />The brick driveway has sunk due to chipmunks and the weight of our SUVs. The front porch columns are chipped but we can't remove them because the birds already built their yearly nests.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Each weekend I make plans for the next project, but the materials shortages and the difficulty in getting help from contractors has me feeling crabby and discouraged. I know I should appreciate that I have a warm, safe home when others do not. It's just difficult, especially following two years of being home more than away, to look past everything that's in need of repair.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I love our home. I just want to like it more. </span></div><br /><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-7253262956924266922022-03-04T20:01:00.004-06:002022-03-04T20:01:55.990-06:00A Day of Books and Learning #SOLC22<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjApqYrO3ogUMzNLK-t8DVNYBmyfL9THqpwWzxEi22fPQcheMo1x7jJEUgf0O2O5bZr29-5o2BM_lwJdu0xZFGxbMkKME1YBjP3VNkJET67qP0GgPg8kNAaKVSuG9qqB6mp7V3gXzk_QWXKNshamfKW6RJHxa_GQytD2HvT4j0iND7IjZYnXt3Ewk91=s292" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="292" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjApqYrO3ogUMzNLK-t8DVNYBmyfL9THqpwWzxEi22fPQcheMo1x7jJEUgf0O2O5bZr29-5o2BM_lwJdu0xZFGxbMkKME1YBjP3VNkJET67qP0GgPg8kNAaKVSuG9qqB6mp7V3gXzk_QWXKNshamfKW6RJHxa_GQytD2HvT4j0iND7IjZYnXt3Ewk91=w200-h192" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out <a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Read more slices of life posts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Today was our county-wide professional development day. This means we could stay at our base school or travel to a variety of sites to choose what we wanted to learn about.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />I had the privilege to learn all about incorporating more multicultural books with Dr. Risé Jones. She's an expert in youth empowerment, and facilitated a wonderful discussion and book sharing experience at one of our larger public libraries.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Throughout the day, I felt hopeful and discouraged. Yes, it was magical to realized that many of the recommended books were already on my classroom bookshelves. At the same time, I thought about those same books collecting dust. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Why? Well, I'm at middle school.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My students walk into class and usually pull out their phones. Sure, it's reading (texts, Snapchats, etc) but they don't check the bookcase first.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have brought books from home and the library that mirror interests (SOCCER! COMICS!) my students have shared, but they sit on the shelves.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm realizing that I need to start giving book talks, maybe even move the bookcase, and remember to give students time to read. If we build this habit into our class period (good night phones) every day, maybe more students will find books they enjoy.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm grateful for this day of learning and reflecting. I'm not discouraged about the lack of reading in my class. We still have over a quarter left in the school year. We can adjust and try new things. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />I won't give up :)</span></div><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-7799817247206431842022-03-03T19:58:00.004-06:002022-03-03T19:58:44.581-06:00Coffee Makes It Better? #SOLC22<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgINUDORY33KiXDhVf1MI23gEpPCI3s9VCPaJ56jgJ-OYdwOsgIrIvce9RP_CdehdqlLPrGE3DL9so-GcFQGRxeP5wRuLxXdXk1i1NIs7UWBpHT4iwu5SlEahfBNFQqeHFp-ji1zSNSDL-iirYuR9HyW4zpxPdwwaGbOuMB8IOrE54eEs14fYpB7tYI=s300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgINUDORY33KiXDhVf1MI23gEpPCI3s9VCPaJ56jgJ-OYdwOsgIrIvce9RP_CdehdqlLPrGE3DL9so-GcFQGRxeP5wRuLxXdXk1i1NIs7UWBpHT4iwu5SlEahfBNFQqeHFp-ji1zSNSDL-iirYuR9HyW4zpxPdwwaGbOuMB8IOrE54eEs14fYpB7tYI=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Join us for the</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Slice of Life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">writing challenge!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Yesterday morning one of my quiet 8th graders, M, spoke up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"Ms. B cried in class yesterday. There are students who just can't stop talking back to her."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We talked a bit about how it made M and Ms. B feel. I shared that I felt bad for both Ms B. as well as the students who aren't causing trouble.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"Should we do a little something for Ms. B?" I asked M. "Can you <i>quietly </i>find out if she is Team Dunkin or Team Starbucks?"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">M looked a little confused, but then her eyes lit up. "I can do that!" she replied.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">After discovering that Ms. B is Team Dunkin, I told M I would get Ms. B some Dunkin in the morning. M worried that she didn't know what kind of coffee would be best.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"No worries," I replied.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Flashback to 2015. I've gotten a job at an elementary school in a new district. Each month, there are school-wide emails exclaiming, "Thanks Starbucks Fairy! I definitely needed the boost today!"</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>I wondered who this "fairy" was. I wondered why people - seemingly random -- were getting Starbucks cards. The excitement was palpable. People didn't expect a card, but were super happy to have a $5 card in their mailbox on a random day.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">This morning, I handed M a $5 Dunkin card and envelope. With my pen paused, I asked her what we should write.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">"Sign it from an anonymous student in period 8," stated M. "Tell her we hope she smiles when she gets a coffee from us."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">M then grabbed the pass to quickly and quietly place the card on Ms. B's desk next door (luckily she has a meeting during our class!).</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We don't know if coffee makes a rough day better, but we hope Ms. B knows that her students care about her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240895607822097864.post-31741444717268645652022-03-02T21:18:00.002-06:002022-03-02T21:18:07.794-06:00Growing Pains #SOLC22<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhn-QnB4lwOJwTRAAYdvLf4KBujJLLRbOgg-rzJFsJgvnwnrzUa06IYHM7kHwYwDOxK2-6XEID1eWyTQB4s8a4mjgIcpuhQWizsCd1D7fB28ro1F8wZWGtLt4U9bp-3ZbVz1OinoBJTeHo37Di0UQ2FHQHyHu6FQyQRz9LJkTBprmc2ZPqAS0xTIPj1=s300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhn-QnB4lwOJwTRAAYdvLf4KBujJLLRbOgg-rzJFsJgvnwnrzUa06IYHM7kHwYwDOxK2-6XEID1eWyTQB4s8a4mjgIcpuhQWizsCd1D7fB28ro1F8wZWGtLt4U9bp-3ZbVz1OinoBJTeHo37Di0UQ2FHQHyHu6FQyQRz9LJkTBprmc2ZPqAS0xTIPj1=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Curious about the </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Slice of Life writing challenge?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check it out at:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.twowritingteachers.org" target="_blank">Two Writing Teachers</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's only my second year (out of 21 years total) that I've taught middle school reading. I don't really count last year ... we were virtual, then hybrid, and I pushed in to ELA classrooms to provide interventions. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's always been easier for me to connect with older vs. younger elementary students, so I wasn't too worried about moving to middle school to teach 6th graders and most 7th graders, but I definitely was reluctant when it came to 8th graders.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Last year, I spent the early months of 8th grade teaching time apologizing. Apologizing for text and strategies that were probably too easy for them. Most of the group were working at nearly grade level, and the other students who weren't didn't engage as much.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thankfully, I had one student who loved to read. I made sure to deliver books (with parent permission) that she ordered, and she always participated in all the reading, writing and discussions we did. Eventually the 8th graders and I found our learning groove (one in person, one remote). I stopped apologizing and just taught.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This year, I have two groups at each grade level, all in person, and lots of different personalities. I haven't done as much apologizing this year, but there's been lots of negotiating (work first, electronics later), listening to their rants ("The science/math/etc teacher is so mean!") and snack-supplying (middle schoolers are ALWAYS hungry). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Many of my 8th graders challenge me in different ways. I'm now realizing that they are struggling to figure out who they are outside of their family. They need to push back on SO MANY things in order to figure out their independence. I'm doing my best to balance reading instruction with social-emotional conversations. Above all, I'm trying NOT to react to some of their antics (if everyone is safe, a little goofy behavior is ok... right??).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Whew. They have growing pains, and so does my teacher brain!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.com2