Ms. J - Mr B's always invited here.
3rd grader - And you're invited to my party!
Other 3rd grader - Your invited to my party too!
3G - My party's better
O3G - nuh uh!
(a fight ensues over which party will be better)
In 3rd grade power hour (insert fanfare/varied superhero themes/music composed by John Williams etc.) we were doing multi-syllabic words. One was emphasis. I told the kids to sound out the word to themselves, then on the cue to say the word I got six happy students saying "Em-PHA-sis"...
In 1st grade power hour (insert appropriate accompaniments) I looked over to see the basket-head girl whacking her head on the table and laughing. I worry about her.
While in the first grade classroom I noticed a bunch of cups filled with dirt sitting by the window. This class was growing plants. I must have been having a weird day because it really almost brought a tear to my eye seeing the little sprouting leaves. It's something so simple and yet so completely amazing.
If they have to do an autopsy on my body when I die, I think they're going to find an inordinate amount of dry-erase marker ink dust. I think it's seeping into my system. I may one day be various shades of black, blue, green, and red.
I played kick ball with the 3rd grade. They had me be the pitcher so that all the kids got a fair shot at kicking the ball. It was a blast. Let me just reiterate the fact that I love playing games with kids who don't really get the rules. At one point we somehow ended up with three kids on one base. We just laughed.