Just Sayin'...

Do NOT make your boss look bad in an email.  Especially an email that was cc'd to all the librarians, their assistants, and their PRINCIPALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

(And no, it wasn't me.  But I got to read the back-and-forth.  Not pretty.)

Laugh Out Loud Funny Kindergartners Keep Me Sane

One of my favorite things about being an elementary teacher is that I totally enjoy these age groups.  Not a day goes by that I do not laugh with the children (sometimes at them, but mostly with them...).
Yesterday, my kindergarten class and I were reviewing the Readers' Choice program books for our state, as we'd finished reading all of them and it was time to vote.  I asked a little boy who was particularly excited when I picked up I'm the Biggest Thing in the Ocean to hold it for the class and tell us about it. 
I tried handing him the books, but he put his hand out to give me something.  I could see that he didn't have anything in his hand, but I put my hand out.  He put his teeny little fingers in my palm and in his cute little voice, "Here's a flower for you."  And then, before I could even say thank you, he added, "It's your favorite color."  Tee hee.  Totally imaginary--there was no flower there.  But I loved it anyway.  I took it out of my palm and very gently set it on the bookshelf next to me. 
When I told one of my friends the story, she said, "What?!?! You didn't put it in a glass of water?!?!"  Even funnier.

The Most Important Need: The Need to Learn | Edutopia

The Most Important Need: The Need to Learn Edutopia I love this article. So what I needed to read, especially after I heard about two brothers at my school (different last names) who are moving out of their grandparents' home and into a house with their aunt, who will now be a single parent to seven--S.E.V.E.N.--children. If all I did for those sweet little boys was offer them a place of solace and a place to explore their interests, then my job is done. My heart is breaking. We have another student, a first grade girl, whose mother moved out right after Christmas. Just up and left the family--did not even tell them she was leaving. That poor little girl, coming to school with hair that her father desperately tried to brush and style and outfits that *almost* matched...I hope that she had a few moments of peace in my library where she was able to forget about her problems at home and get lost in a good story.