You’ve Got to Squish When the Spirit Says Squish

Beauty in the day: it was from the other day, actually. He’s a 1st grader who has an interesting version of thinking outside the box. His guest teacher called the office to say he wasn’t in class where he should be. Although she believed him to be in the restroom, he’d been gone longer than expected. My assistant grabbed a two-way radio and went on a hunt. She found him, and yes, he was in the restroom. But he wasn’t taking care of the traditional business. It seems that he got his socks wet at recess, and came up with a plan to get them dry. She found him with a wet sock between two hall passes, and the lad was applying the greatest pressure he could.

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A Boss Like a Mom

Beauty in the day: I had it somewhere here. It might have been a beauty moment – I’m pretty sure it was. It’s just that I’m so tired today….can’t quite remember….of course, Genevieve and Melina and Joy and Annette stopped by to chat – that’s always a highlight. Jenny and I worked on some things, and I always like that. We had a lot of fevers today – a lot – and for some reason – maybe the rainy weather? – I felt extra motherly toward them today. Plus, there was the phone conversation with my oldest baby. Yeah – feeling like a mom today. That’s kind of like “feeling like a boss”, actually. Yeah, actually, it really is.

Seahawk Fever

Beauty in the day: a certain principal came to school WEARING A PATRIOTS T-SHIRT. He dressed his son this way as well. His own child was sacrificed to this cause (which, for the record, was nothing more than the playful antagonization of his staff 😉 ). At the end of the day, a parent came to pick up their child, and left with a loud, “Go Hawks!” which was answered in like manner by my assistant and myself. From down the hall, came a tiny, quiet voice – practically a whisper: “Go Seahawks!” It was the Principal’s son. He gave me a sheepish look, and then looked away. #hawkfeveriscatching

Serving Up Some Daily Affirmation

Beauty in the day: they were kindergarteners, all of them. Their teacher was in a professional development, and there was no sub. They sat, rapt attention trained on the Asst. Principal as I walked in the classroom. “Why, hello, Ms. Nordstrom! We are just busy celebrating our Star of the Week here. And just look how nicely this class is sitting and paying respect!” I looked. They were, as it happened. I gushed for a moment at how right he was, and a sudden inspiration struck him to lead the students in this chant: “repeat after me, kids,” he encouraged. “I am good enough!” he exclaimed with authority. “I am smart enough!” Came the second punch. Finally, he finished with this great line: “people like me!”

Somewhere Over the Candy Waterfall

Beauty in the day: Sometimes a second-hand story is as good as being there. This was told to me today about a student, a first grader. The teacher was sharing about her grandmother, and a little guy (who has made headlines before) piped up (which, by the way, is his style. Always.) “Um, I had a grandpa, but he died, but it’s okay because I will get to see him again someday. He went to a really good place, with candy waterfalls and Pokemon roads.” Besides being heart-wrenchingly cute, it’s also heartwarming to know that someone who loves him, lined out his grandpa’s afterlife in terms that he could really relate to.

Miss Kelly vs. Ms. Nordstrom

Beauty in the day: three little girls were crowded around the “poster” in the office. It read, “Ms. Nordstrom in Elementary School.”
“Who put that there?” One of them wondered aloud.
“Miss Kelly did,” said an older girl, standing nearby.
The little girls gasped in unison and turned to me.
“Miss Kelly! Why did you put this here? Who is this girl?”
“It’s me, when I was your age,” I told them.
More gasping, now even from the 2 older girls.
“Miss Kelly, YOU’RE Ms. Nordstrom?!?!?!?!”
They left in a trail of wonder, and I heard one murmur, “Miss Kelly is Ms. Nordstrom….”

Pretty Cool

Beauty in the day: He brought his 1st grade classmate to the office. “I accidentally bonked him in the nose, so I am bringing him to the clinic.”
“Okay,” said our clinic aide, “come with me,” and she began to lead the way to the clinic. Bringer-of-Classmate had a moment of stunned incredulity. “You’re the nurse AND the recess teacher? THAT’S pretty cool.”