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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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Land of the Free, Home of the Brave

Beauty in the day: want to find a great way to properly celebrate and honor our nation’s armed services veterans? Next year, find out when your local elementary school is planning their Veteran’s Day Assembly. Or better yet, ask me and come out to Ardmore. Those littles sang like they believed it! The Student Leadership kids gave speeches and delivered readings with such heart! 400 kiddos singing the Star-Spangled Banner is good enough, but that didn’t stop them from putting it over-the-top with some more selections, and they were DE-LIVERING!! Super proud and inspired by all our students, their Music Teacher, and our AP, who kept everyone on track. – – Oh, and also, I got the laminator reloaded without trauma.

With a Wink and a Snore

Beauty in the day: he is the kindergartener who rolls on the floor. Today, in his Guest Teacher-led class, he was, well, a little out of control. I went to the classroom at the teacher’s request for a little help, since the last known “on deck” person was already “on base”. I entered a room filled with – snoring. Nineteen little bodies were sitting at tables with their heads on the tables, giving their very best Oscar-worthy rendition of “Child at Desk in School Taking a Nap”. One little kindergartener, however, was still wide awake. In his determination to give his own Oscar-worthy performance, he was, er, ascending to greater heights. I went over to where he was and got serious. “Eyes on me, Friend.” His eyes found mine. “Please tell me, Friend, what all your classmates are doing.” He was not fooled by this line of questioning, and answered brilliantly.
“They are pretending to have a nap in class. They are doing a sleep, and some of them are snoring.”
Not bad.
“Okay, Friend, and is this what you are also supposed to be doing?”
His answer was about to be less brilliant, but then his brain prompted him (politely, I’m sure) to say, “Yes.”
“Okay, eyes on me, Friend.” He complied. “I want you to show me exactly what you are supposed to be doing in five, four, three…”
His legs walked his body straight to his chair, his spine bent elegantly over his desk, and he expertly laid his head on the desk, punctuating the moment with a well intentioned soft little snore.
We had a talk about how he simply could no longer fool me, because he has, on several occasions, proven how brilliantly his brain worked, and how utterly capable he was at following directions.
The AP got involved then, and a plan was developed for him to earned smiley faces. After 3 smiley faces were earned (this would take 15 minutes), he could come to the office and choose a prize from his illustrious prize box.
15 minutes later, he arrived, classroom aide in tow, with his 3 smiley faces, and ready to claim his prize. But the AP had been called away. I grabbed my camera, and we went together to the prize box. “I will take a picture of you for the AP,” I told him. He looked with dampened desire at the prizes. Something wasn’t right. He looked at the prizes and then at me, uncertainty in his chocolate brown lash-rimmed eyes. “It’s a little bit like stealing,” he mused. I assured him that we would take the picture, and then the AP would be super proud and happy.
“I should pick two, then.”
#maybetooconvincing

Green Day

Beauty in the day: He is a new kindergartener. I mean – he’s green. REALLY green. Guest Teacher called for a little help. I went down to check it out, and found the young squire rolling on the dot carpet. The other children were sitting at their tables. “Hi Friend, what’s going on?” I said in a whisper voice, so as not to disturb the studiously working others. He just looked at me with a blank stare, and I asked if he would rather go down to the Office, or join his friends with the learning. “Go to the Office,” he said without much hesitation (“Office” doesn’t mean anything in particular to him yet).
We got there, and I decided we would strategize. “So, Friend, I’ll be you would like it if Mr. Winter (his regular teacher) was really proud of you when he came back tomorrow, wouldn’t you?” He agreed that he would. “I wonder – – what could you do with your Guest Teacher today that would make Mr. Winter proud of you tomorrow?” He gave this some thought, and had an answer.
“I could listen to her.”
“Incredible! What a fantastic idea you just had! This is great! Let’s write this down!” We wrote it down.
“Any more ideas of how we can do something with the Guest teacher that will make Mr. Winter proud of you?”
After some consideration, he had an additional thought: “I could follow her directions.”
I went crazy again, celebrating the genius that was he. About then, the Counselor came to have a chat, and my stint was over.
At the end of the day, the Guest Teacher told me that the rest of the day went “better”, but that he had still had difficulties.
“But you know, when we all went to the front of the school for dismissal, he was the only one who said goodbye to me. “Bye!” he told her, “See you tomorrow!”
Mr. Winter would be proud.