Jonesing for a DeLorean

Beauty in the day: Boing-Boing Curls came into the clinic at her daily “scheduled” time. Her complaint was identical to the previous 7 or 8 afternoons, and I made my best attempt to get to the root of it all.
“What are you doing in class right now, Sweetie?”

“Nothing.”

“Well, I’m sure you’re doing SOMETHING. What are the kids all doing in class?”

“Nothing. We are sitting on the floor, and doing nothing.”

“Hmmm. So, I don’t think it’s NOTHING that you are doing. You must be doing SOMETHING. What are you guys doing when you’re sitting in the floor?”

“Watching the future pass by.”

Well – I asked. 😉

Life in the Fast Lane

Beauty in the day: he came to the office, reporting that it was a fasting day for him, and maybe he could sit in the office while his classmates had lunch. Naturally it was okay, and I offered him a piece of paper and a pencil so he could draw. The school nurse asked him questions that gave him an opportunity to share about his fasting days.
Sometime later, it was time for him to go. He approached my desk with the paper and pencil. Below is what he wrote, rather than drawing.

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Super-Powers, Energize

Beauty in the day: today around 1:30 pm, the Lead Teacher at Summer School came whizzing past my desk, exclaiming in a very loud whisper, “Kelly! Come here! Hurry! You have to see this!” He led the way into the Workroom, and carefully dialed open the blinds to reveal one of our prior first grade friends who had transferred to another program, disembarked from his bus, sporting a long red cape, and thigh-high red Super-Hero boots. It was an adorable and heart-melting sight, eclipsed only by the even cuter behavior of the Lead Teacher, giggling with glee at the scene.

Pretty Please With a Cherry on Top

Beauty in the day: her mom was late picking her up. She is a first-grader, but a tough little cookie. Still, I didn’t want her to worry. After I reached mom by phone, it was clear that mom had completely lost track of time. “Oh my gosh! I’ll be right there!” I let Little Miss know, and she settled back in her chair, satisfied that all was well. We started making a guessing game as to why mom lost track of time.
“Maybe she was out shopping for super-cool stuff,” I guessed. She didn’t think so.
“I wonder if she was reading a good book, and her brain started growing so big that it was so busy thinking of inventions, that she lost track of time.” She didn’t think it was that, either.
“I’m hungry,” she offered.
“Oh my gosh!” I said, suddenly hit with inspiration, “I think she may have been eating an enormous ice-cream sundae, and it was so yummy that she lost track of time!”
I got a wonderful look – and then the stink-eye.
“I don’t think that’s it,” she countered, “but if it is, she will need to explain herself, and she will need to share a sample.”
#weallscreamforiceceam

My Kingdom for a Magic Pencil

Beauty in the day: in the eye of the Perfect Storm (i.e., Summer School challenges) one can always find a reason to pull something out of thin air. Take, for instance, the kid who needed a “time out” break, and wanted to color. Not having a bead on the whereabouts of the crayons, I gave him a pencil. He was unimpressed, and was preparing to hold out for the colorful drawing implements. “Okay, but this pencil might be the one that I had that is magic, just so you know. Of course, we won’t be able to tell until you give it a try though.”
He abandoned the crayon request and set to work.

Summer School A-Go-Go

Beauty in the day: sooooooo…..there are always many facets to Summer School – in the end, much like regular school, with different problems to solve; different conundrums to face; different victories to celebrate. Sometimes success looks a little bit like a million phone calls made and answered. Sometimes a girl with “boing-boing curls” gives the afternoon clinic a second try – and gets the same treatment. Sometimes 101 little problems get solved one by one, and sometimes a big ol’ problem can get solved all at once. Sometimes it takes elbow grease, sometimes a helpful bit of intel, and sometimes it takes nose plugs and a custodian. All of these (and more) are components to a successful day in the world of Summer School. Or regular school. This is how we do it. 😊

“Boing-Boing” Curls Save the Day

Beauty in the day: she came into the clinic this afternoon, this little big girl. I call her that because she was one of the olders, preparing to start 4th grade, but still just a little girl.
“My tummy hurts, and I am so sleepy,” she complained quietly. I checked her temp: no fever. She had some water, and I let her lie down for a while. Eventually, as it was nearing the end of the day, I decided it was time for her to try going back to class. I told her the usual stuff – it’s way less boring in class than here, I’ll bet your friends are wondering what happened to you, I’d hate for you to miss the end of he day – you know, the usual stuff. She was agreeable, but still a little “low”, and so I did what any Office Manager of an elementary summer school would do: I walked behind her a few steps and gushed about her “very curly curls! I just want to ‘boing’ them all the way back to your class!” She giggled a little at that, and then skipped a little out the door.
#givemelovelovemegood
#thanksbeverlycleary

Summer Lovin’

Beauty in the day: first day of summer school. A little stressful to start, but you just jump in, and it all works out. I met a boy with a frog, and had a 4th grade girl as an assistant for the first half of the day. I never went to the bathroom until after the day ended, but I did get there.
After work I was invited to dinner at a friend’s house, where I spent an evening with a 6-year-old gregarious girl, and an 8-year-old pretty shy boy. They were a darling addition to the evening, and were the correct and proper chaser to a day at summer school. ❤️

Talk to Me

Beauty in the day: still having car troubles, and this heat is not my “thing”. Still, yesterday I spent some hours on a boat with my my daughter and my bestie and her family. It was a nice (and fun) way to escape the heat for awhile. Now, sitting in my backyard, I can hear “little” voices next door. They are happy ones, curiously unconcerned by the high temps. They don’t even have a sprinkler on. They are just chatting away, and much of their contentment seems to come from the fact that their conversation is NOT between one another, but with mommy and daddy. 😊