You know the feast I mean: the New Year celebration of classroom teachers the world round...we prepare, plan to try out some new ideas and approaches, dress things up a bit, splurge a little to get a special new tool...and then they arrive!
This year I have 16 adorables (so far)--a perfect number of kindergarteners, if you don't have an assistant. Oh, they are lovely! Even my poor sad twin, who has never been apart from her brother and is finding it hard to love school, raises her arms like a ballerina to pose when I take her picture.
Yesterday, as always, we read Swimmy and became Ms. Mordhorst's Mighty Minnows. In between, Camillah [all names are changed to protect privacy] lost track of her lunchbox.
"Oh, no!" she exclaimed. I think I left my lunchbox in the Food Court!"
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Oof. I tried to write a food court poem and composed a draft so bad I can't even post it...I guess the Happy New Year excesses have left me a little hung over! I resolve to forgive myself.
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