So, this is Eleanor’s mother, who’s been pressed into service as Eleanor’s substitute Thurs.-night-March-31st blog writer while she’s flying the flag at Model UN.
I’m fresh off a day of student teaching my inclusive class of third graders, so I thought I’d throw some random third grade happenings out there — for lack of anything better to say. (I woke up at 5:55 am this morning to rehearse for a formal lesson observation on measuring angles, so my brain isn’t up for anything more profound.)
- After flag salute this morning, one of my teachers gently informed me that I was wearing my sweater inside out. I guess that’s what comes of getting dressed in the dark. I comforted myself that I was in good company, since Jason arrived at school last week with his jeans on backwards. (If you’re wondering how he got them on in the first place, you’ve forgotten the magic of elasticized backs.)
- Annemarie was having trouble locating the word “hopefully” in the dictionary — a difficulty I was able to set right once I discovered she was looking it up in the “w’s”.
- I learned that Connor thinks Columbus sailed to Mexico on the Mayflower. Other ship candidates included the Pinto and El Ninyo.
- Ten minutes is a long time to squat in the dark in a closet with 22 kids for a lockdown drill when the boy across from you is claustrophobic. At least I wasn’t sitting at the other end of the closet, where Garfield was keeping his friends entertained with a steady stream of farts.
- This past week, I’ve been getting an intensive refresher course in knock-knock jokes and bus driver riddles, as well as the lowdown on the relative coolness of various Lego Skeleton and Ninja weaponry. Nunchucks are clearly superior to shurikens, swords, and giant golden dog bones.
That’s all from crazy third-grade land. I’m off to bed.