Preschool Premeire

Dear Preschool Staff,

Thank you, thank you for filling my daughter's first day of formal schooling with joy. I am forever grateful.

Love,

The Monster Queen's Momma

What was the best part of school today?

“Um, I like drawing . . . I like playing with the girls. We rode the bus. We just had to HOLD ON. I sat with my best friend.”

“Who was your best friend?”

“I don’t know her name yet.”

When you played outside, what did you do?

“I goed down the slide alot.”

What did you think of your teacher?

“I called her Mrs. Christian. She gots other teachers. They ring their bells and they’re the readers.”

What story did you read?

“Chicken one. She didn’t listen; she she thought she was on the farm and not at school. She thought the ball and bat were a nest and egg. She thought the pencils were straw. She was so funny.”

When dad came home . . .

“Dad! DAD! I have to tell you something. I went to school and I rode the bus and I holded on and I was awesome!”

They've Got My Back

I was knee-deep in morning panic, and my son loaded and started the car.

I had a brain scramble and did not make plans for a fieldtrip; and, my students rallied, co-workers bailed me out, and didn’t strangle me.

I was consumed with fixing my blunders, and Martha came in and went straight to work without being prompted.

I started to accuse a student of cheating until she quietly said, “look,” and showed me how she was tutoring and explaining.

It was the first afternoon of spring break, and Saidee cleaned the classroom, modified the smoothie sign-up sheet, and taught me to use iMovie.

My blunder led to an extra after-school study session for a student, but she accepted my consequence graciously.

I was feeling inadequate, and my students wrote a “love” note (encouragement) and placed it on my computer.

I was embarrassed, and a friend sent me a wonderful e-mail and came to see me.

Thank you for watching my back!