An Easter Treat

One of my students made this sweet little bunny for me for the Easter holiday.  I thought it was the cutest thing!  I made a pretty big deal out of it; she made one for everyone in the class.  It opens and there is chocolate inside.  So cute. 

I even love the way she brought them all to school.  She packed all the egg bunnies into an egg carton, that she decorated with pastel polka dots.  A little crafty first-grader after my own heart. 

Sloppy thirds and fourths (graders)

Yikes.

This is what my workspace looks like in the middle of the day.  You like neatness?  Don't teach 3rd grade. 

We used all those sheets for togas this afternoon.

Instead of counting sheep, count embarrassment

There are few things I really love to do:  and sleep is high on that list.  And nothing is worse than when a good sleep is ripped away from my tiny hands on a work night.

Insomnia, you are definitely not a friend of mine.

Instead of counting sheep, here's a list of funny happenings/things I said to the students on our field trip last week:




One of the girls was goofing around on the subway, and she fell right into the lap of a cute high school boy.  She was so embarrassed, and had the pinkest cheeks I ever saw.  She looked at me, and I said, "Do you feel like a goat?"

Confused she looked at me and asked, "like a goat?"

I replied, "Baaa-aaa-ad?"



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I let the girls buy some candy for the ride home on our field trip.  One of the girls bought a box of Nerds.  (Remember Nerds?! Definitely a cool choice.)  She was studying the box intently while we were on the subway.

I tapped her on the shoulder, and when she looked up I said, "Looking for a picture of yourself, Nerd?"

She giggled.  I giggled.  The guy in the seat beside her giggled.  It was a good ride.

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My students love to sing.  They sing anytime.  And the music of their 8 year-old lives, is not exactly the soundtrack  would choose to live by.   I often have to tell them, "there is a time and place to sing.  And this is not one of them."

Sitting on the crowded city bus, I heard a little voice start singing, "Sparks Fly" by Taylor Swift.  The voice inside my head said, "that has to be one of mine."  Before I could say anything, all of them started singing "Sparks Fly."  Loudly.  On a crowded bus.  I told them the bus driver probably would want us to stop becasue he didn't like Taylor Swift.  He said, "no its fine.  I like it."  The only talking bus driver in all of Toronto wouldn't back me up.  So then I though a compromise would be in order; I asked them to sing Sarah McLachlan song, "Ice Cream."  So they did.  Then a passenger on the bus said, "Whoa, they take requests.  Can you sing some Bon Jovi?"

And all my 8 and 9 year-old students started to sing, "Living On A Prayer."

I still don't even know how they knew that song.

Why third grade and science fair sometimes don't mix...

While trying to come up with science fair project ideas, one of my students was really mad at me for vetoing her idea.

She wanted to do her science project on unicorns.

I asked her what was scientific about a mythical creature.

She responded, "while if a horse and a narwhal had a baby, it would be a unicorn.  Its biology."