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Thanks, I Can Manage

Beauty in the day: so, our 5th graders are working to qualify for “Self Manager” status. Many already have, and I was working on special custom badges attached to lanyards for each of them.
One 5th grade boy was sent to the workroom by his teacher to sharpen a handful of pencils, which he did, quite handily. We chatted about the lanyards while he did his chore and I continued with mine as well. He was preparing to leave, and I suggested he wait, while I finished he last of the lanyards, so he could deliver them to his teacher.
I instantly saw that this presented him with a predicament. One the one hand, the beautiful lanyards (which included his OWN personalized edition, complete with picture) would surely please his teacher and fellow students, and would DEFINITELY please himself. On the other hand, he was sent on a pencil-sharpening mission, and his well-earned status of Self Manager was quite fresh, and he was loathe to taint it in any way.
He said nothing, but smiled nervously at me, and I saw that he was delicately walking a balance beam between respecting his teacher’s instruction, and respecting mine. He seemed to be swaying ever so slightly under the weight of this while he waited for me to finish. I thought I detected tiny beads of perspiration forming on his forehead, and he smiled at me with a pinched smile. His eyes darted back and forth, and then he would make eye contact with me and smile again, shyly.
After what surely seemed like an hour (but what was actually closer to 4 minutes), I was finished, and handed the lanyards to him, which he clutched like a trophy. As he left the workroom I called to remind him not to forget his pencils. I got an especially fun look from him for that.

His teacher reported that he came into the classroom and turned over the lanyards. Then he told her, “I have to be honest – I finished sharpening the pencils quite a bit earlier….”
😂
#thatiswhyhequalifiedwiththefirstgroup

The Bright Side

Beauty in the day: he came to school with his two fingers taped together. He said that he had a broken finger and that it happened two days ago – no, two weeks ago. Mid-class, he decided he wanted to change the tape, so he came to the Clinic. I bound it with some of that paper first-aid tape. Not too tight.
“I’m so lucky I have a pencil,” he informed me. “At recess I can let people sign my finger.”
The he added, “The good one. I don’t want them to sign the bad one.”

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.

Thumbs Up

Beauty in the day: there is a 1st grade teacher at my school (of course there is). She will periodically send a student to the office with a request of some kind. Can she have some pencils; would I be willing to make me an extra copy, she’s short one; could I answer the question on this note; could she have some more band aids for the classroom – that kind of thing. Along with these requests, she sends a page of stickers, and if I perform the grand favor, I get to choose a sticker for myself. I have a lovely collection of these. Today I chose a glittery orca whale, and the boy that offered them made sure to tell me that I had made the best possible choice.
People, there are skills you have to have to do this job, and picking the best sticker is a good one to have, because you will get a “thumbs up” from a kid who is watching you. April 16, 2015: Success. 👍🏻