It rained today. I’m blaming everything that happened today on the rain. I realize that by blaming the day on the weather, I have the logic of a 6-year old, but such was life today.
It POURED today. My classroom was shaking at times from the wind. We’re talking lights flickering, windows shaking rain. My kids, actually, were quite calm and ignored the rain until my ceiling started to drip. Then things got hairy. Try teaching 15 6-year olds with a drippy ceiling, do it, I dare you. Then you’ll understand my day today.
On top of the rain and the dripping ceiling, I have a million and a half things to do this week for school, another handful of things for masters classes, and some random TFA things mixed in. So yes, I’m in a cranky, grumpy mood and I’m blaming the weather. I have the logic of a 6-year-old and I’m proud of it.
Seen and heard in first grade:
K: Ms. S, why is our classroom crying?
A: Ms. S, you have grumpies on your head, I think it’s time you rub them out.
(When my kids get angry and frown, I tell them to rub the grumpies out of their face to make it all better)
While discussing colleges and UB…D: Ms. S, what’s a universary?