A Long September

img_7402-3IMG_8970My Gerber daisies are hanging in, for now, but for 30 days, September, indeed, has been a long month.

I have been fortunate enough to be back with students, but the month has been peppered with medical dealings. In any event, I am still here and appreciative of every day I am.

Make it a good day. There’s no guarantee on tomorrow … just saying!

 

 

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Class Times

Working this week had me in my usual school of late, but with a twist. I have been taking a lot of third grade, but today for the first time, I worked the fourth grade.

It has been sad due to the shootings in Florida.They have been having lock down practice for a few years, but yesterday, I participated in a lock down practice and in the darkness and quiet of the classroom, it was sad to see the students with their hands in their faces. I don’t know if the shootings were covered in the classroom, but the drill was taken with a lot more of intensity.

Sure, there were other moments too: I worked with students one on one and that was quite rewarding.As the classes were third and fourth grade, I had a few chuckles with the classes also, but to help a few of the class that were struggling always leaves me with a good feeling.

It is quite good to be back in action.

She’s Back….

“Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the water…”

Sorry, can’t help the analogy but “Jaws” is playing on the television as I type this.
HAH!

Anyhow, I am back in the midst of students again, only this time, so I can get home quicker to Zush, I am dealing with 5th and 6th graders. Oh my God, what was I thinking? Most of the students are nice and/or civil, but God spare me from 6th grade boys and their answer for everything. It’s incredible how, some forty years plus after my time in that grade, that you forget how boys are.

This was, although I will agree with you, the usual wait for me to take them out this morning, because Jim won’t, but it is awfully funny that they KNEW this morning when I was up early and told them we have to go for a quick walk because Mom has to work, well, I really felt the guilt in their eyes. I never said dogs are stupid, and especially not my girls, but they won’t eat until I come home, or pretty much do anything normal to routine until Mom is back.

It is safe to say that I do indeed feel the love!