Young love!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
The Engagement Progresses
Erik and Alicia continue to move toward their marriage on June 23. One of the monumental steps was getting engagement pictures done this month. They look darling,and we were so excited to view the pictures on Mother's Day. Here are a few of my favorites:
The Many Faces of Maris May
Maris May has fallen in love with dance. She has become a girly-girl who loves pink and everything princess. She told her Grandma Hess her shirt was ugly because it wasn't pink. She twirls, she bounces, she shimmies and she sways. She is the ultimate dancer. Here she is as a munchkin in her dance studio's performance of "The Wizard of Oz."
These are a few of the faces of Maris May.
Girly-girl as she might be, this princess also loves T-ball. With her pink mitt, she stands side by side with her mom or dad at shortstop ready to catch any balls that might come her way.
These are a few of the faces of Maris May.
Nine Days Left
This week I had one of those moments that remind me why I teach. The three fifth grade teachers have been doing 30 minute rotations where we each teach an overview of a topic that we just haven't gotten to this year. Tuesday we covered Cattle Drives, Inventions, and Votes for Women--all in 90 minutes!
Thursday it was time for another rotation so I asked the class to get ready for Social Studies. Most of the class applauded. I was absolutely stunned, and asked, "Do you like Social Studies?" Several said, "We LOVE learning about history! It was one of the best moments I've ever had in my teaching career. I taught about the Vietnam War with a smile on my face.
There are nine days of school left until summer vacation, and I'm experiencing my usual feelings of "Hold On! You can hold on!" This is the nicest class I've ever taught, (and I've taught some really nice classes) but they're ready for summer, and so am I. We're working hard, and we're having a lot of fun, but it is almost time to say goodbye. My students have grown up, and they are ready to be the big-shot sixth graders at the school. Some will come and visit me next year. Some will move away, and I may never see them again. Partings are a bittersweet part of being a teacher.
I can feel my pantry calling to me. Clean me, it says. I need some organization in here. My kitchen floor is moaning to be mopped. I keep saying, "Nine more days. Hold on for nine more days." Only the wedding, the weeding, and the laundry can't wait. Wedding duties continue. Invitations arrived this week, and it's time to address them. I can't wait. Weeding isn't quite as fun and fulfilling, but whenever the rain stops, I rush out to weed my wilderness. Will the grass ever stop growing in the flower beds?
Nine more days of school. Hold on. You can hold on.
Thursday it was time for another rotation so I asked the class to get ready for Social Studies. Most of the class applauded. I was absolutely stunned, and asked, "Do you like Social Studies?" Several said, "We LOVE learning about history! It was one of the best moments I've ever had in my teaching career. I taught about the Vietnam War with a smile on my face.
There are nine days of school left until summer vacation, and I'm experiencing my usual feelings of "Hold On! You can hold on!" This is the nicest class I've ever taught, (and I've taught some really nice classes) but they're ready for summer, and so am I. We're working hard, and we're having a lot of fun, but it is almost time to say goodbye. My students have grown up, and they are ready to be the big-shot sixth graders at the school. Some will come and visit me next year. Some will move away, and I may never see them again. Partings are a bittersweet part of being a teacher.
I can feel my pantry calling to me. Clean me, it says. I need some organization in here. My kitchen floor is moaning to be mopped. I keep saying, "Nine more days. Hold on for nine more days." Only the wedding, the weeding, and the laundry can't wait. Wedding duties continue. Invitations arrived this week, and it's time to address them. I can't wait. Weeding isn't quite as fun and fulfilling, but whenever the rain stops, I rush out to weed my wilderness. Will the grass ever stop growing in the flower beds?
Nine more days of school. Hold on. You can hold on.
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