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She’s Got the Beat

Beauty in the day: my boss came to fill in for the Summer School principal. The kids were excited to see him, and he was enjoying seeing them. He did lunch duty, went out to the recesses, and took care of a few “fires” throughout the day. As school was letting out, we were standing in the office having a discussion. He suddenly stopped mid-sentence and exclaimed, “Oh! There’s that little girl!” He immediately trotted away, and explained over his shoulder as he passed, “I promised to teach her how to beat box!”

Somewhere out there is a little girl with a new skill.

#publicschoolsteachalotofcoolstuff

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Beauty Squared

Beauty in the day: there was more than one. Or maybe it was that I was out of the office for the previous 2 days, so that the kids just seemed cuter? Nah…
Before school could even start 2nd grade girl comes into the office, and announced boisterously: “I just got the good news about ME.” Seems she is scheduled to receive not one, but TWO awards at our upcoming 1st Trimester Awards Assembly, and apparently she is getting an award for ART, as well as one for ATTITUDE. I didn’t even need to pat her on the back; she was doing just fine.

Not long after that I was approached by Daily 3rd grade boy, who came to me and asked, “Can I tell you something?” My eyebrow went up, and I said to him (I really did), “Well, if I say ‘no’, you’re just going to tell me anyways, right?” He confirmed this theory, and so I motioned for him to “please continue”.
“Never eat at Mcdonald’s. Or never eat at family restaurants – or, I mean, fast-food restaurants.”
I have to admit, I was curious.
“And why is that?” – it was a good question; I wasn’t disappointed.
“Because they put eyeballs.”
“They put eyeballs?”
“In the food. They put eyeballs.”
“And how did you come to discover this?”
“I saw it. On the menu.”
Since I had been gone the previous two days, I was clearly a bit out of practice, because I engaged him.
“I have seen the menu, and I have not seen anything about eyeballs on it. I am sure about this.”
He countered. “Well, what I mean is that I went behind the counter where they work, and I saw.”
This I could not refute. After all, I have not been behind the counter.
“And you saw EYEBALLS??!?!??!?”
“Yes,” he said with a marked air of authority. “But you can go to Red Robbin. They do not put eyeballs in their food there.”

~ ~ ~ So there was that.

Near lunchtime, Favorite 2nd grade boy who sometimes sings Spanish-Gaelic songs (forgive me, IRISH-Gaelic – the poor boy feels that I will never let him live that down) came in to the office with a small baggie in his grip. “I have brought some first aid things with me that I will use today to be a helper at recess, in case anyone gets hurt.” He had some bandaids, and gloves, and gauze inside. During the recess, he brought a girl in (he didn’t know she was a frequent flyer). He already had his latex gloves donned, and he escorted her into the clinic, setting about the task of providing her with an ice pack (note: the ice pack is the one tool that is used more than any other in the school clinic. If a child came in suffering from frostbite or exposure, they would ask first and foremost for an ice pack). He honestly had the bedside manner of a very fine physician.

Finally, 5th-grade-girl-who-was-doing-math came in with eyes that were bothering her. I came in to see that the school nurse had suggested she lay down and shut her eyes for a minute or two.
“I’m not sure,” I said, “but my eyes are bothering me too, I think, and I would like to lay down and shut them for a minute or two as well.” I laid on the other cot, and closed my eyes, remarking on how lovely that felt, which caused 5th grade girl (who was missing math) to begin giggling. Apparently I look very comical laying on a clinic cot.

Happy Day to any of you who had so many beauties in one day!

Who’s the Boss?

Beauty in the day: she’s been coming down to the office lately, generally from recess. The kindergartener usually just wants to do a “check” on achy limbs, that sort of thing. Personally, due to her extremely charismatic and precocious personality, I believe she is just “checking out her horizons,” so to speak. She always brings a certain young lad with her; he seems to be her attendant.
Today, she needed the 1,000 Mile Check-up on her legs. She made a dramatic, albeit cheerful entrance, announcing the urgent need to have her legs checked out, dragging them as she went. The decision was made for her to rest a few minutes.
Attendant waited outside the office, and in the busy-ness of the afternoon was rather unnoticed.
After a few minutes, it was time for the little lady to be sent back to class. About this time, the office door opened and Music Teacher stood in the doorway to inquire about Attendant. “Ms. Nordstrom, for some reason, this young man is refusing to come to Music with the rest of his class……….?”
Attendant stood tall and explained: “She (he pointed to Queen-crippled-leg-girl) told me to wait here.”
Eyebrows were raised, and I informed Attendant: “She (pointing to Diva Darling) is not your boss. He (pointing to Music Teacher) is your boss. You need to listen to him.”
Attendant-Turned-Music-Apprentice nodded in appreciative understanding and went with his teacher, gesturing commandingly to the Healed Maiden to follow him.

Perhaps, for one young man at least, it’s a new dawn.

Hell Hath No Fury….

Beauty in the day: Sometimes the beauty comes after the day, and sometimes it comes second-hand. If you’re like me, second-hand beauty is just as good. On a day like today, second-hand beauty is like icing on the cake; especially when the cake is made out of rutabaga (I’ve never had rutabaga, but it at least doesn’t sound like something good to make a cake with). I like stories about little boys who write love notes – – this one had a twist that may wind up being far-reaching. He did, in fact, write a love note. He wrote a marriage proposal to a boy in his class – – and signed a fellow girl classmate’s name to said proposal, leaving it NOT on the boy’s desk, but on the girl’s desk. Let’s just say the kid likes to love dangerously. Because I know the girl rather well, I can tell you that this could follow him to his grave, and if he is not careful, if could be sooner, rather than later.
#awomanscornedhaslessfurythanthislittlelady

Read Me

Beauty in the day: Today I tricked a 3rd grade girl into reading her whole book. She was required to stay back from a field trip, and had a bit of an attitude. She didn’t want to do any work. I gave her a long, hard stare, and then proceeded to offer to bring her some drawing paper, so she could draw instead. She stared hard right back, then huffily took out a tiny chapter book she had started. “Oh – are you going to read instead?” (this was, of course, the suggestion in the first place.) Let’s see – you are on Chapter 3. What if we set a goal? Let’s see if you can finish Chapter 3, and get all the way through Chapter 5. Oh – wait – maybe that will be too much. Maybe we should set your goal to get through Chapter 4.” She stared…. She showed up at my desk to show me where she was at. Middle of Chapter 7. “Wait – what? You are in the middle of Chapter 7!” She looked a little flabbergasted – just for a second, then got her composure. “Well, I think we need to set a new goal. How about getting to the end of Chapter 9 (there are 11 chapters in this book)?” She looked at me dubiously, more concerned that she might be getting manipulated than anything else. “Actually, I don’t know,” I told her. “Often the latter Chapters start to get hard, so maybe you should just work on Chapter 9. I’m not sure if you can get all the way through Chapter 9 today.” She went to make sure I was wrong. She brought it back in the middle of Chapter 10. She was having a hard time hiding her pleasure, but she was doing it. “Well, there is only an hour left, and I was about to suggest that you just finish the book, but who would ever believe you anyway? You read a whole book while your class was on a field trip? Maybe just finish Chapter 10 and save that last Chapter for tomorrow.” I think she dropped a peacock feather or two on her way out at the end of the day. (She finished the book.)

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. 😊