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Monthly Archives: April 2011. April 10, 2011 · 3:50 pm. And yet when my father bought this. Continue reading →. Attempting to go places, hindered by exaggerated awkwardness. Clever Title Not Needed. Eye on the horizon. Go Go Internets Ranger. Off the port bow. On A Classroom Nightmare. On A Classroom Nightmare. On Notes after two weeks. On Notes after two weeks. On Going back to preschool. Middot; Attempting to go places, hindered by exaggerated awkwardness. Blog at WordPress.com.

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Welcome to Room 35. Going back to preschool →. August 15, 2010 · 4:14 pm. Things are starting to come together a little bit more. We decided to use The Very Hungry Caterpillar for our classroom theme. The goal is to make our students “hungry for knowledge” and for them to act like “curious caterpillars.” We all want to turn into butterflies and be ready for kindergarten. It’s very cutsy, but I’m dealing with four-year-olds so I doubt they’ll mind. Welcome to Room 35. Going back to preschool →. You are co...

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Notes after two weeks. A place to call home →. April 10, 2011 · 3:50 pm. And yet when my father bought this. Notes after two weeks. A place to call home →. 2 responses to “. April 11, 2011 at 6:56 am. I’ve been thinking about you while I’m car-shopping. I miss enchilada nights in Moscow. Something tells me you’re feeling like the monster puppet at the end of the dream …. April 11, 2011 at 6:07 pm. Also, you should post pictures of the puppets BEFORE you take them in. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. On Notes ...

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June 13, 2011 · 7:23 pm. A place to call home. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Clever Title Not Needed. Eye on the horizon.

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Newer posts →. August 8, 2010 · 10:57 pm. I’m officially on the path to becoming a real grown-up. In addition to more training, I’ve had to decide about health insurance options, retirement plans, life insurance, and car insurance. It turns out that becoming a real grown-up is not that much fun.*. A lot of the past week has also been learning about who I’m going to be working for. I came to Tulsa through TFA, but I was actually hired by a non-profit called Community Action Project. How’d you make y...

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My first day as a preschool teacher. A Classroom Nightmare →. September 5, 2010 · 3:18 pm. Notes after two weeks. It’s amazing how much I have learned already in two weeks about managing a classroom but also daunting because I have also realized how much more I have to learn. Out of sight, out of mind was one of the most important first lessons I learned. Every shelf is now covered with either butcher paper or fabric with only toys and objects intended for student use visible. I don’t understand. I love ...

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Going back to preschool. Notes after two weeks →. August 24, 2010 · 12:56 am. My first day as a preschool teacher. It could have been worse. It could have been better. It included:. Three spilled milk cartons (all were full, one hit the new counting carpet). One disappeared plastic tub for blocks (seriously no idea where it went. How would they have hidden it? And it’s not like they could have walked out with it under their jackets or something.). A ruined magic board. When marker was used on it. I remem...

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My first day as a preschool teacher →. August 23, 2010 · 12:16 am. Going back to preschool. And if anyone remembers any particularly fun projects they did in preschool, I’m open to suggestions. My first day as a preschool teacher →. 2 responses to “. Going back to preschool. August 23, 2010 at 10:09 pm. I didn’t go to preschool, but I kind of wish I could come to your classroom for a day. It sounds like you have some great plans. August 30, 2010 at 6:04 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Eye on the horizon.

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Leave me where I am. Oh, leave me where I am I am not losing. If I am choosing not to plan my life. Jackson Browne, “Colors of the Sun”. It’s Jackson Browne season. He tends to stick with me every couple of summers. His tunes breathe sunshine and introspection. I remember blasting his cassettes in my old car while cruising through central California. And again in my next car up and down Highway 3 in Kitsap County, that fraught summer when I let go of one man I loved and picked up a new love. I guess it&#...

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I am a bad blogger boo. I just feel that there’s nothing much to say these days. People ask me, “How’s life? 8221; and I have very little to elaborate beyond, “Fine.”. That’s a good thing, I suppose. No drama. No angst. No career dissatisfaction. No grief. No big life developments, either. But that’s OK. I think the last year or two made up for the next few years yet. I feel supremely boring, but things could be worse. They used to be a lot worse. But, a rundown of the mundane:. Click to email (Opens in ...