The students were so excited to be back at school after the long snow break. I was just as excited to find out what they had been doing on their days off from school. I allowed them to take turns and tell something that had happened when they weren’t in school.
Annie was quick to explain her cousin’s plight. She said, “My three year old cousin got stuck standing in the snow at the bottom of the hill. Then, my other cousin had to go down and help her up!”
I asked, “Why didn’t you go help her… you are older?” She said, “I was too busy getting up the hill myself!”
Then, Billy chuckled, “I jumped out of my treehouse and my face plowed the snow! It was so fun!”
I think kids these days have a strange sense of “fun!” Next, Kylie exaggerated, “My daddy sledded me in the snow and my two front teeth fell out when I turned upside down… I guess my knees popped up and knocked them out!”
Brooke explained, “I couldn’t help it! I hit my brother in the face with a snowball. I was trying to hit his shoe!”
Finally, my favorite snow story was when Tony said, “My grandpa put a snowman on the roof and it fell on me just like it fit my body for a costume and I walked around scaring people!”
Today, we discussed Martin Luther King’s, “I HAVE A DREAM” Speech and some of the things that were going on at that time. Afterwards, I asked the students what they didn’t think was fair in our world and what their dream would be to change it. I was amazed at their adult-like answers. They are as follows: I have a dream that…all kids will share toys, all people will be nice, all people can eat sweet foods, all people get to fly to Disney World, nobody would say bad words, all people would know how to count, all people get to work, nobody shares hats (lice), nobody steals, all people can read, all kids play together, no people take drugs, and all people gets hugs … not just little people.
We ended up discussing what it meant if the groundhog sees his shadow on Groundhog’s Day. I explained that if the groundhog sees his shadow we would have six more weeks of bad weather. Bobby squealed, “Weeks? I can’t handle weeks!”