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Glory Days

Beauty in the day: his teacher brought him in to the office. He’d been there before, more than once (more than twice) under less-than-optimal circumstances.
“Ms. Nordstrom, if you have a minute, My Friend has something to show you.” I did have a minute, and I could see the news was good. I took a minute to tease him a bit, telling him not to smile while he told me his news. Naturally, this was a terribly difficult command, but he did try. He was unsuccessful, both at not smiling, and at getting the news out, since it’s hard not to smile when you feel very happy, and it’s hard to get the news out when your teacher is so proud she beats you to it. “My Friend has had a very good day!” She started to show me his chart, all filled up with goodness, and Her Friend was turning every shade of happiness, as his teacher used descriptions like, “he CRUSHED his math!” Letting inspiration take hold (and having whooped and hollered and high-fived, and used other exclamations like, “NO WAY!!!), I got out my phone to take pictures of his proofs to send to the principal, who was out of the office for the day. “OmiGOSH! I can’t wait for him to see this stuff, dude!” I told him. “I’m going to text it to him right away!”
They left the office then, and I sent the pictures. I know my principal, and tomorrow Her Friend is going to get another shower of glory.
THIS is school. And I can tell you’re all jealous.

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You Don’t Tug on Superman’s Cape

Beauty in the day: the ever-popular Super-Hero Prize Tickets made a new conquest today. The happy young man came to choose an acceptable prize, and discovered that the odd little rubbery “flying super heroes” were actually a pretty fun deal, based on the descriptive given to him by his paraeducator. It involved pulling the ends in opposite directions, and launching the hero through the air. He grabbed it with great enthusiasm. As they prepared to depart back to the classroom, his para was overheard to say, “So, would flying this toy in the classroom be an unexpected thing, or an expected thing?” I honestly saw the wheels turning in technicolor, and the process took at least 10 full seconds. He looked at her then and gave his answer. “Unexpected.” She smiled at him, satisfied, and as they walked away, the rubber super hero was slipped into his pocket quietly.
‪#‎bam‬

You’re My Cuppycake

Beauty in the day: he came into the office, a teddy-bear of a fourth grader, with a sweet and innocent demeanor. “Excuse me, but I need to call my dad.”
“Do you need to call him because it’s your birthday?” I asked, being the recipient of secret intel somewhat earlier via the dad that he wanted to call.
“Yes!” he exclaimed with a look of wonderment at my clearly cultic knowledge.
“Is it because you want to find out about cupcakes?”
“Yes! Yes, I want him to bring some cupcakes!”
“Well, Friend, guess what? You mom is going to bring CAKE, and she will bring plates and forks, too.”
He looked at me like I was a baby kitten, and then enveloped me in a big but tender hug. “Thank you for telling me about that!” he said, almost reverently.
Happy Birthday, kid. ❤

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.

Crabapple for the Teacher

Beauty in the day: first grade teacher came into the office with the express intent to give some help with challenges to the friend she had by the hand. She smiled and spoke to him in encouraging and uplifting tones. It made me smile too. I re-checked my morning email. Wait – there it was – she DID, in fact, send me an email this morning claiming to be in a very grouchy mood. I’m never believing her emails again.
‪#‎oscarthegrouchindeed‬

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

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.