Field Trips are FUN

Beauty in the day: he had so many curiosities and wonderings today. He was “very uncertain” about the Family Fun Nights that get switched out for things like Family Stem Design Night. Clearly there was an opportunity, at least in his mind, for a Night to end up as something less than Fun, even if your Family is there. He agreed that it COULD be fun, but since it isn’t CALLED Family FUN Night, then surely things could go awry. It would be nice, he mused if someone like me could give him some sort of reassurance on this. Naturally, I told him that I was reasonably certain that such odd-named nights such as Family Stem Design Night, and Multi-Cultural Night would be sure to be quite enjoyable evenings with lots of FUN. He left after the 4th inquiry of the day with a seeming grasp of the possibilities of pleasure that the upcoming mis-named nights would offer.
When he turned up for a 5th time, I steeled myself, partly because I wasn’t sure what else I could come up with to convince him, and partly because his approach to asking questions of me is to frame them in the manner of the DMV sloth in the upcoming Pixar film, Zootopia. I waited…… as…. he…….made his……..inquiry. “The thing I’m wondering……… is……. well……. I don’t quite know……… why is it…..actually…….that 1st graders haven’t yet gone…….on a field trip.” (It should also be noted that these questions are also often framed with the suggestion that the query is also coming from his mother).
Come on 1st grade teachers – get this kid on a field trip. Please.

Hearts and Smuckers

Beauty in the day: so many happy kids today. They were happy because of Valentine’s Day. They were happy because they had spent their precious time on making Valentine cards for their classmates, attaching treats like chocolate, skittles, Fun Dip, and Smuckers jams and jellies to their notes (what? wait – you never got little servings of Smuckers with your Valentine? Well, welcome to the modern world of foodies, I guess – !). Their little faces were full of joy as they handed out love notes to everyone they knew.

Love is alive and well at Ardmore.

Wake Up Little Susie (and Joey and …)

Beauty in the day: sometimes you have to stay way late if you want a good beauty. Tonight was Kindergarten information night – and we provide childcare for parents who come. Teresa Garcia was handling this task, with a bit of help from Mr. Jones. After I gave my portion of the presentation, I decided to go lend a hand, as they were in the gym, which adjoins the Cafe – meaning that we could hear them (it must be said here that one of the ones that could be heard was Ms. Garcia herself – no one enjoys kids, or is enjoyed by kids more than she). As I joined I was the new fascination in the room, and the kids wanted to know my name and what I did at the school. I obliged them with answers.

Time went by, and the principal (who was in the Cafe with the parents) was trying to wind things up and was answering questions from them. The kids were getting restless, and beginning to get a little demanding (as only pre-kindergarteners can), and I tried to take a tack with them. “Omigosh you guys, wouldn’t it be SO FUNNY if your parents came to get you , and you were laying on the gym mats pretending to be ASLEEP?!!??” I guess a little over 50% of the kids decided that it WOULD be funny, so they all laid on the mats and gave their best sleep rendition. For some this was complete with very convincing snoring – except their eyes were open. Only one closed his eyes – no snoring, but he honestly looked dead to the world, flat on his back with his eyes closed. He really meant it. The kids pretend-slept for way longer than kids normally do this, and I was impressed. The other near-50% that didn’t want to sleep continued with their running and jumping and hopping and yelling. One little girl with a very long braid was appalled that other kids would lay down and “sleep” when it was not bedtime, and there were other options. So much so, that she came over and began yelling for them to “WAKE UP!!!!!” – at the top of her lungs, actually. The sleepers were not moved from their challenge – which is a very difficult thing to maintain when you are 4 or 5 years of age. I was totally impressed.

Class of 2029, folks. They’ve got chops.

The Show Must Go On

Beauty in the day: Talent Show and Multicultural Night is but a month away, and this has many of our students in a bit of a tizzy. Notwithstanding is the Wonder from Down Under, who made his first appearance before school. I was ready, and told him that I had passed his message on to the PTSA, and had heard back that Thursday would be fine. He smiled shyly and went to line up.

He came back later, however, which didn’t surprise me in the least. “Excuse me, but I’m a bit confused still,” he offered (confused is one of his favorite words, as it gives him a juxtaposition of both inquisitiveness and neediness together).

“Confused?” I queried back (this gave me the air of one who has fully bought in to the inquisitiveness and neediness, and who seeks to give aid). He confirmed this stance, and I surprised him with a very knowing smile. “Well, Friend, you’re in LUCK! I’m going to take you backstage now, because the PTSA lady is there, and she can help you with your question!” Before he could voice either disbelief or refusal, I led the way to the backstage area, and we saw before us the PTSA lady.

“Hi PTSA lady, my Friend here is a bit, I’m sorry, confused was it?” He looked at me blankly. “Yes, he’s a bit confused, and I am pretty sure you can help with that.” I lined out the question, and she told him that he could most certainly audition on Thursday. “Let me write your name right here, where it says ‘Thursday’,” she said with the voice of authority. She reminded him to bring his equipment for his magic act. We walked back out to the hall then, and he stopped me. “I’m hoping to order a real deck of cards online for my magic act, so if they get delivered here instead of my house, then I’ll be happy enough to let you keep it for me on the stage or one of the other departments.” 🙂

I went back to the office, and he went on his way. But just then a tiny little girl who could barely see over the countertop came in and said plaintively, “I need to talk to my dad urgently. I don’t have my music for the audition.” Urgently.

And this is how it went.

S.O.S to the P.T.S.A.


Beauty in the day: the kid from Down Under came in to get things straight. “Excuse me, but I have signed up for the Talent Show Night, and I would like to say that I will like to do my audition on Thursday, not Tuesday, because I will probably need some extra time since I turned in my form a bit late.”
“Well, I’m not in charge of the Talent Show, but I will get a message to the PTSA for you.”
Surprisingly, he was satisfied and went on his way.
Not surprisingly, he returned. “Well, I am thinking now that perhaps I ought to come on Tuesday AND Thursday, because I might need some extra practice.”
“Okay, Friend. I will try to get another message to the PTSA.”

“Although….I might have to leave early so I can practice a lot at home….”

If you are on the PTSA and you are reading this, please adjust at will. Thank you.