This and That

I have completed the first two days of school. Everyone looked so clean and shiny and rested--I hated to tell them that at about week 7, we'll all start looking really tired and sort of wrinkled. Maybe that's just me.

I am teaching a night class this semester--Mondays from 6-9 p.m. It went well, but 3 hours is a LONG time to talk about writing--especially when they don't have textbooks yet, and even one student didn't have a pen. I don't think he's ready for what he is about to be required to do. AND--three hours is A LOT of me. I even got tired of hearing my own voice. :-)

Luke stories:
Yesterday morning, Grace was still zonked, and it was about time for us to leave for school. I asked Luke to go check on her, and he came running back in a few minutes, shouting, "Mom, Grace is SMASHED!" (meaning, Grace is crashed)

He got his folder signed at school yesterday, and for his punishment, has to miss recess tomorrow. The crime: A large bag of packing peanuts was on the playground. Luke found them, opened the bag, and proceeded to throw the peanuts in the air like confetti. The playground monitor (not his teacher) was very upset that he set the peanuts free and had scattered them to the winds. She left the playground, reported this heinous crime to his teacher, and then returned and required him to pick up all the happily dancing packing peanuts who were quickly escaping the playground.
He was VERY upset with himself. He takes great pride in never getting his folder signed. We think the "no recess" consequence was punishment enough. What do you think? :-)

I met with his teacher today for "Goals Day." She reviews his progress, goes over the plans for the year, etc. She was very complimentary, but she said two things that made me laugh out loud:
1. She mentioned how curious he is, and how he always wants to know what she is doing and why. "He really just likes to visit with me and find out what's been going on in my life." Our Luke? Really?! (Ha--anyone who knows Luke knows this is SO TRUE. He loves talking to adults.)

2. On the schedule, she pointed to the first big project--an Egyptian feast in which each student will be required to wear an Egyptian costume. "The mom's usually just make one for their child." Insert my laughter. My response: "You don't know me, but it would be easier for me to saw off my leg than make a costume." I break out in a sweat anytime I get a note from school that begins with the statement: "Please make a ___________________." Auggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Anyone have an Egyptian costume they would like to get rid of? I'll pay big bucks . . . !!


Life is just plain funny. Sometimes you just look at it all and laugh--and that's a very good thing to do. :-)

Blessings,
Jana