It is getting to be the time of the year when the light begins to creep into the very early morning hours and the sun rises before six. In fact, I just checked and the sunrise is in eight minutes at 5:53. This morning when I came downstairs, Ivy was waiting for me wagging her tail and telling me she needed to get outside. I opened the door and heard the birds chirping away. It was cool but not raining and I wish I had had the time to sit and listen and just watch and think while I sipped my morning coffee. Continue reading Better Thursday
Monthly Archives: April 2011
Good Friday
We are off from school to allow students and their families to observe Good Friday as they choose. Sometimes the day comes as part of Spring Break as it did last year and other times, like now it comes as a separate holiday. Continue reading Good Friday
Why I became a teacher…
There are days when I ask myself this question; today is one of those days. I remember seventh grade just like it was yesterday, even though it was thirty-six years ago. Maybe it is because I teach seventh grade and I am surrounded by seventh graders most of the day; this year William is in seventh grade and I get to ‘live’ seventh grade all the time. It may also be because being a teacher, a really good teacher, is reaching out to kids who are struggling but having a difficult time like the one I was watching when I started writing this a while back. Continue reading Why I became a teacher…
New week – new start!
It is raining, but that beats the original forecast – snow. Yesterday, the forecast was for heavy snow across the area with accumulation. The good news is that a heavy snow in April does not last long. The bad news is that it is snow. But, even better news is that the snow is north of us and it is raining and we need rain. Continue reading New week – new start!
Railroading…
I pulled into the driveway this evening after a long day at school to find no one at home. Ivy greeted me enthusiastically, as she always does, and I searched the counter for clues. I found none and called Beth’s cell, only to discover it lying on the kitchen counter beside me. No help, at all. Continue reading Railroading…