We were on the playground today, and children saw this beauty across the way. “It’s a rainbow!” It isn’t an arc, and it hasn’t rained, so it cannot be a rainbow. Mother Nature was smiling with colors and saying hello.
Jennie
We were on the playground today, and children saw this beauty across the way. “It’s a rainbow!” It isn’t an arc, and it hasn’t rained, so it cannot be a rainbow. Mother Nature was smiling with colors and saying hello.
Jennie
Norah writes about far more than glitter. This is wonderful!!
Children love to create artworks using pencils, crayons, paints and anything they can stick to a surface using glue. With access to a variety of materials, they can be absorbed for hours creating their masterpieces.
While they might select from the materials offered, I found the one thing that few children could resist was glitter—and the more of it, the better.
There is nothing like glitter to add a bit of sparkle to the day. The only trouble is, glitter is so light and so small, that it goes everywhere—on the artwork, on the table, on the chair and on the floor. It sticks to the hands and is smeared on the face and takes forever to remove from the hair. But everyone loves it nonetheless, and it adds a little brightness to the day.
Smiles are like glitter in that they also spread easily and brighten the day. However…
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Why does 62 degrees feel delightful on my open porch, yet freezing cold inside? Me thinks it’s the porch, not the temperature, that feels so good. A piece of heaven, I guess. ❤️
Jennie
Steve is a fellow blogger and a school crossing guard in western New York state. I have to tell you what he does with children. Obviously the best teachers are not always teachers in the classroom.
Last January he wrote a blog post, “How Much Wood Would a Woodchuck Chuck…?” It has not left me. It sticks to me. I can’t let it go. Steve decided to ask interesting questions to the students at his crossing, like “Who is Pavarotti?” and “Who was Francis Scott Key and what did he write on this day (Sept 14) in 1815?” and “What direction are we facing while wanting to cross? Forward doesn’t count.” and “Why did Frosty the Snowman tell the kids not to cry?”
Steve did this to strengthen the daily dialogue with students, and stimulate their thinking skills. That became a big deal; children expected his question of the day, and the roots of friendship began. Then, conversations started to take place. In Steve’s words:
One girl, a freshman, asked if Gregorian was named after Pope Gregory. Hmm… Steve looked up the answer. That triggered a change. Now there was real dialogue. And, the kids wanted this. Steve had another idea; he asked the school kids to think of their favorite quote and write it down so he could make a list to give them.
Wow. Steve has gone from asking questions to having conversations. Now, he is throwing the ball in the student’s court. He knows they’re ready.
Steve said there was not much of an interest at first, then there was a breakthrough.
“A high school girl used to walk by without a word, even when I would say ‘good afternoon’. Recently she seemed to take an interest in my routine of asking questions or sharing facts. She even said hello.
In passing me this afternoon on the way to her bus, she stopped, reached into her bag and handed me a laminated sheet (must have been done at school today) with 9 quotes from Thich Nhat Hahn, a Buddhist monk. Apparently he’s well known.
The quotes are interesting but, more importantly, this girl has changed remarkably since she started crossing with me. I was a bit stunned when she gave me the paper, but I told her how happy it made me.”
And so it continued throughout the rest of the school year. Quotes from students started trickling in. And good to his word, Steve made a list and gave it to the students. Here is the collection of quotes from Steve the Crossing Guard’s students:
Favorite Quotes From Brighton Middle & High School Students*, 2017/2018 (*contributed by a few students and a crossing guard)
“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet”
(Thich Nhat Hanh, Vietnamese Buddhist monk/peace advocate)
“Because you are alive, everything is possible”
(Thich Nhat Hanh)
“Just because you’re happy doesn’t mean the day is perfect, it means you’ve looked beyond its imperfections”
(Bob Marley, Jamaican singer/songwriter)
“The most important things in life aren’t things”
(Author unknown)
“If we can conquer space, we can conquer childhood hunger”
(Buzz Aldrin, American astronaut)
“Then tell the wind and fire where to stop, don’t tell me’ Madame DeForge!”
(from Charles Dickens ‘A Tale of Two Cities’)
“Happy is still legal in all 50 states”
(Jello ad)
“Nobody thinks it will work, do they? You’ve just described every great success story”
(Say Anything)
“Everybody is a genius. But, if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its entire life believing it is stupid”
(Albert Einstein, German born scientist…genius)
“The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it”
(Thich Nhat Hanh)
“That’s one of the great things about music, you sing a song to 85,000 different people and they’ll sing it back for 85,000 different reasons”
(David Grohl, American musician/songwriter)
“To thine own self be true, and it shall follow, as the night the day, that thou canst then be false to any man”
(Polonius, from Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’)
Thank you, Steve. You have done far more for children than many of their classroom teachers. You are the real teacher. And, it gets even better- a thank you note:
Steve can be followed at srbottch.com
Jennie
Dear Allie,
Yes, we have had two wonderful years together. You have a gigantic heart. You are Gloria’s BFF. You adore chapter reading. I love you.
Jennie
My copy of Little House on the Prairie is so well-loved that two entire sections of the book have fallen out. No matter; the words are all there. I wouldn’t trade that book for anything. When I finish reading each day, I stand up and go to each child on their nap mat and show them any illustrations. As careful as I am, those two sections often fall out onto the lap of a child. The children seem to understand that they represent the many years of children before them who heard the same words and reveled in the story. I think they feel included in that special group.
Chapter reading is more than the words we read. In our last chapter, Laura continues to ask about wanting to see a papoose. Ma talks about Indians. Her words clearly indicate that she does not like Indians. This is what happened:
Allie: “Jennie, what’s an Indian?”
Lincoln: “It’s somebody from another country.”
Me: “Yes. That’s true. Jaina’s family is from another country, from India. Jaina, please come here.”
Jaina stood up and came over to me. I smiled at her and pulled her close.
Me: “Jaina has beautiful black hair and dark skin, just like people from India. Ella does, too. And, just like the Indians in the story. But the Indians Ma talks about are Native American Indians, not Indians from India. Did you know that Native Americans were the first people in America? That is something!”
Long pause. Children were processing all of this. Jaina and Ella had families from India, but they were not the same Indians in the story.
Me: “Sometimes people are scared of somebody that looks different. Maybe that’s why Ma doesn’t like Indians.
Lucca: “Like Gloria! Just because she looks like a witch, it’s not okay to call her that. That’s mean.”
Me: “Yes, Lucca. You’re absolutely right. Gloria likes to wear black, has wrinkly skin and gray hair. She wears a pointy hat, too. But we all know she’s not a witch. Lucca, that is so nice. Come, so I can give you a hug.”
Lucca, wrapped in a big hug: “She’s shy, too.”
Low and behold, today’s chapter was “Indians in the House” and it helped to cement yesterday’s conversation. Two Indians came into Laura’s house, and she was scared. They were different, with darker skin and feathers in their hair. Yet, their eyes sparkled at Laura. The illustration, like Gloria, helped children to see the differences. Don’t judge a book (or person) by its cover.
And so it went. I knew this spontaneous conversation was far more important than any planned lesson in diversity or acceptance. You see, the real learning begins with the child. We just have to be aware and seize those moments. This happens all the time during chapter reading. It is wonderful!
Jennie
These are three of the best quotations on books; powerful words, a quiver of arrows to the mind and heart. Thank you Dr. Charles French.
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Got four minutes? Want to see one of the greatest clips of real joy? I mean real. Grab a seat. En-joy!
Thank you to Inga, my fellow teacher. She is a magician because she finds these things that are the most important, including the best children’s books.
Jennie
We have a Memory Garden at school on the playground, and it is oh so lovely. Children often stop to look, or just “be”. Somehow they understand that it is a special place. Classroom pets who have died are buried with markers. Children who are now in heaven have a special statue or stone so they can be remembered. The Memory Garden was the venue for our Memorial Day Remembrance.
It came to life with the planting of American flags, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Sergeant Curran, our pen-pal from Afghanistan, is back home- he was the proud guest of honor. All the children and staff were there, along with a host of parents and guests.
We opened with The Pledge of Allegiance. My class was honored to hold the big American flag and sing “God Bless America” as we wore our flag hats. I doubt many children have witnessed a service member saluting the flag. Sergeant Curran did, with a demeanor that gave me and others a lump in the throat.
Seargent Curran spoke to the crowd. He told the story of the white star:
“When I was in Afghanistan I carried a white star in my pocket, right here (patting the uniform pocket over his heart). The star is just like the ones on the flag you’re holding. Do you know the blue box in the post office for people to donate old flags? There is a group who takes those flags and cuts out the stars. They send those stars to our military who are stationed overseas.
I always carried my star. It reminded me of home. It reminded me of why I serve. It made me feel proud to be an American.”
Each class led the crowd in singing a patriot song. We sang, “You’re a Grand Old Flag” and “Red, White, and Blue”. Then, the Yellow Room children sang “God Bless the USA”. When they sang the line, “And I gladly stand up, next to you…” every child pointed both fingers with outstretched arms directly at Sergeant Curren, when they said the word YOU. That line is part of the chorus, and the chorus is repeated many times in the song. That means the YOU finger pointing thankfully happened many times. Not many dry eyes.
Next, a child from each class helped Sergeant Curran to plant an American flag in the Memory Garden, and he planted one on his own. Who knew that nearly a hundred children could be so quiet. They understood with respect and responded with solemn faces.
Finally, Sergeant Curran shook hands with each and every child. What a treat for the children! Here is a partial clip of that:
The Remembrance was over, yet what happened after all the thank yous and goodbyes was perhaps the highlight of the day. A little boy, Jared, and his mother came to personally thank Sergeant Curran. Low and behold, the sergeant reached into his pocket and presented Jared with a patch. He didn’t realize how important that patch would be to Jared until he heard the mother’s story:
“Jared has one other patch which he treasures. You see, last year he had a very difficult time at school. I finally had to pull him out and home school him. Whenever he had a bad day, he would go and get his patch. That was what helped him get through the tough times. And now, you are giving him a patch. I can’t begin to tell you how much this means. Thank you!”
The tears flowed. Jared just beamed. Then, we all had snack together.
Thank you, Sergeant Curran. Thank you for today, and thank you for your service. Never forget. You make me proud.
Jennie