One of the few good things about commuting as early as I do: it’s actually possible to get a cab to work when there is a steady downpour outside.
The perfect re-set dinner: a ginormous homemade Greek salad.
I’ve watched all of season one, bought a season pass for season two, and got caught up to current episodes all in a matter in two weeks.
So, so good.
It’s official: I’m heading back to Sonoma for a week this summer!
I’ll be at a conference with several coworkers on Social-Emotional Learning, but staying about 30 minutes away from the conference in a little “bungalow” 7 minutes from the Sonoma square.
I booked my tickets before I even had confirmation I got into the conference. Excited, much??
In one of my graduate classes, I heard a statistic that over 50% of high school kids can go until the afternoon before someone calls them by name. That may not sound like a big deal, it has larger ramifications than you think. As students, you are often one within a sea of hundreds, and at a time when you are trying to figure yourself out, feeling invisible can be damaging. No one sees you, no one appreciates you, no one recognizes you as being there.
As teachers, it can sometimes be hard to figure out specific, tangible ways of reaching or connecting with our students. While I teach 3rd grade, and not high school, that statistic has always stuck with me.
That is the reason why every morning, without fail, I will greet each child by name. I look them in the eye, and I say, “Good morning, Sally!” or “Nice to see you today, Eddie!” We also do a class greeting each morning, where students greet one another with “friendly smiles” and a “kind voice.” It may be small, but to me, it is so important that they know I see them, and I am happy they are there. It is something so simple, and maybe it’s just me, but in a very small way, I feel like I’m letting them know that someone really cares.
I should be writing student reports, but instead I’m looking up taco recipes online. How badly do I want these? Or these?
Which means I’m working from home. A rarity for my profession!
It, of course, also means a Thursday night that was like Friday night with some coworker friends, sleeping in two hours later than a usual work day, a late morning Bar Method class, a homemade brunch, and finally getting to work around noon.
A much needed Friday.
It’s a gorgeous day for hanging on the monkey bars.
Except somehow in the last 20 years this has become much harder. So many bruises tomorrow. So many.
It took me less than 48 hours from leaving this perfect place to find a summer professional development opportunity here.
Now, I just have to convince school to pay for me to spend another week in Sonoma.