Beauty in the day: his mom came in to give us some information. I wrote it all down and then she said, “oh, and one more thing…” she started to laugh, corrected herself, then began again. “He told me…” she started to laugh again. This continued for a bit until she was able to continue.
“He doesn’t normally buy school lunch, so this has been new for him, and yesterday there were hot dogs. I asked him how he liked it. He told me he didn’t eat it. I asked why, and he said, ‘They only have mustard there.’ I told him I was pretty sure there would be ketchup too, but he confirmed with, ‘No ketchup at school mom. They can’t afford it.”
Mom broke up laughing again.
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.
Beauty in the day: a little girl was having an eye problem, and came to see the nurse. She was scared, however, and wouldn’t actually go inside the clinic, but stayed at the door instead, voicing her complaint. There was nothing the nurse could say to convince the little lady to allow her to lend assistance to the situation, although I could hear her trying many tacks. I decided to pretend I needed help.
“Excuse me, do you mind if I go first?” I didn’t wait for her answer, but continued. “Miss Nurse, my eye is bothering me. Can you please help?”
The nurse helped me wash my eye, and I left, displaying my happy face.
Not surprisingly, the little girl altered her previous stance, and allowed the nurse to help her. She left afterwards, happy to be feeling relief.
“Come back again sometime!” The nurse called to her.
“I’ll be back again tomorrow!” She called back from the stairway.
She probably can’t wait. 😉
Beauty in the day: Day 20, and final day of Summer School 2015! Except for the not sleeping in part, and the not staying in your Jammie’s for the first few hours of the day part, and the not reading good books at your leisure part, and the not boating with your bestie on the lake all day part, it was a good run. Boing-Boing let me try out her curls one more time, and that got me a stoic-but-tight hug. And then another one. And a description of her lost necklace charm (“it fell down the adult toilet”), as well as her plan for replacing said charm with one at home.
Beauty in the day: today around 1:30 pm, the Lead Teacher at Summer School came whizzing past my desk, exclaiming in a very loud whisper, “Kelly! Come here! Hurry! You have to see this!” He led the way into the Workroom, and carefully dialed open the blinds to reveal one of our prior first grade friends who had transferred to another program, disembarked from his bus, sporting a long red cape, and thigh-high red Super-Hero boots. It was an adorable and heart-melting sight, eclipsed only by the even cuter behavior of the Lead Teacher, giggling with glee at the scene.
Beauty in the day: her mom was late picking her up. She is a first-grader, but a tough little cookie. Still, I didn’t want her to worry. After I reached mom by phone, it was clear that mom had completely lost track of time. “Oh my gosh! I’ll be right there!” I let Little Miss know, and she settled back in her chair, satisfied that all was well. We started making a guessing game as to why mom lost track of time.
“Maybe she was out shopping for super-cool stuff,” I guessed. She didn’t think so.
“I wonder if she was reading a good book, and her brain started growing so big that it was so busy thinking of inventions, that she lost track of time.” She didn’t think it was that, either.
“I’m hungry,” she offered.
“Oh my gosh!” I said, suddenly hit with inspiration, “I think she may have been eating an enormous ice-cream sundae, and it was so yummy that she lost track of time!”
I got a wonderful look – and then the stink-eye.
“I don’t think that’s it,” she countered, “but if it is, she will need to explain herself, and she will need to share a sample.”
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. 😊
Beauty in the day: first day of summer school. A little stressful to start, but you just jump in, and it all works out. I met a boy with a frog, and had a 4th grade girl as an assistant for the first half of the day. I never went to the bathroom until after the day ended, but I did get there.
After work I was invited to dinner at a friend’s house, where I spent an evening with a 6-year-old gregarious girl, and an 8-year-old pretty shy boy. They were a darling addition to the evening, and were the correct and proper chaser to a day at summer school. ❤️
Beauty in the day: Turnip came to see me today. He actually found a few reasons to come by, but I never spoke to him on those occasions. He finally came in later in the day and sauntered up to the counter by my desk. “So, did you have a nice weekend?”
I told him that I did.
“Do you have any plans?”
Hmmmm…. “Do you mean for the evening?”
“Well, I will go home and make some dinner.”
“No, I mean -”
“You mean after school gets out for the summer?”
“Yes. What will you do for the summer?”
“Well, I might work at Summer School. Are you going to Summer School? I think I will work at Lake Hills.”
“Lake Hills? I will tell my mom.” He started out the door and then turned and came back. “Ms. Nordstrom, right?”
“YEP! I’m gonna check!” And then he was off.