<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860</id><updated>2011-12-05T11:17:03.000-06:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='DonorsChoose'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='books'/><category term='socks'/><category term='elections'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='interruptions'/><category term='NKOTB'/><category term='spelling'/><category term='mmm'/><category term='broken windows'/><category term='parent letters'/><category term='bracelets'/><category term='spring'/><category term='family'/><category term='snowman craft'/><category term='roof'/><category term='braces'/><category term='grandma'/><category term='funny signs'/><category term='throwing trays'/><category term='quiet game'/><category term='reading'/><category term='singing'/><category term='mad'/><category term='observations'/><category term='moment of silence'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='hurricanes'/><category term='sunburn'/><category term='robots'/><category term='cats'/><category term='American flag'/><category term='April Fools'/><category term='school'/><category term='food fights'/><category term='pink throat'/><category term='pears'/><category term='classroom'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='power'/><category term='lunch duty'/><category term='blinking'/><category term='sick'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='testing'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='nice teacher'/><category term='conferences'/><category term='non-birthday'/><category term='randomness'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='Limeade for Learning'/><category term='principal'/><category term='good lookin&apos;'/><category term='love notes'/><category term='thoughtful kids'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='merging schools'/><category term='help'/><category term='Santa'/><category term='arguing'/><category term='work day'/><category term='2nd grade'/><category term='priests'/><category term='tardy'/><category term='standardized testing'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='guns'/><category term='gross'/><category term='sweet kids'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='teachers'/><category term='stress'/><category term='absent'/><category term='wild week'/><category term='patterns'/><category term='students'/><category term='1st graders'/><category term='book club'/><category term='bad words'/><category term='hands'/><category term='break'/><category term='award'/><category term='Christmas program'/><category term='CCD'/><category term='parent-teacher conferences'/><category term='mean teacher'/><category term='writing sentence'/><category term='Sonic'/><category term='ping-pong boy'/><category term='5th grade'/><category term='jello shots'/><category term='awards'/><category term='vegetarian'/><category term='rabies'/><category term='Great pumpkin and snoop dog'/><category term='chaos'/><category term='gray hair'/><category term='annoying'/><category term='writing'/><category term='name calling'/><category term='backpacks'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Reading Teachers Rock</title><subtitle type='html'>I've heard over and over that I need to write down my stories from school.  So here they are!  Hopefully you'll enjoy! I'm an ESL (English as a Second Language) teacher and work with kindergarten - 5th grade.  I love my job!  Just don't love the admin sometimes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8614377428819908262</id><published>2011-04-12T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:55:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm beginning to think I have a brown noser. He tells me how pretty me or my shirt or my hair is everyday. Today? He said my drawing was so beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfckwojr8Ek/TaSt-zV89VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j2BPf15_b8Y/s1600/flower.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfckwojr8Ek/TaSt-zV89VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j2BPf15_b8Y/s320/flower.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;So, how &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;my hair look?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8614377428819908262?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8614377428819908262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8614377428819908262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8614377428819908262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8614377428819908262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm. . .'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfckwojr8Ek/TaSt-zV89VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/j2BPf15_b8Y/s72-c/flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8799540512931933698</id><published>2011-04-06T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:33:33.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I had my kindergarteners do some writing for me the other day so we could see where they were.&amp;nbsp; Here's one sample -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PWZ74rEZdBw/TZyD6q4U_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YzOlX22NWKM/s1600/writing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PWZ74rEZdBw/TZyD6q4U_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YzOlX22NWKM/s320/writing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I could read "I like" something.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what!&amp;nbsp; Then the bottom word Odxe had me puzzled.&amp;nbsp; Until I noticed he was sitting by this!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhFXvA09WUU/TZyFNyWxwBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oqdGv_3TzZY/s1600/expo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhFXvA09WUU/TZyFNyWxwBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oqdGv_3TzZY/s320/expo.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Lol!&amp;nbsp; Poor kiddo just wanted to write something!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I had another student in 3rd grade write the cutest story about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One time I meet a women with yellow hair on ------ Elementary School.&amp;nbsp; She has a little room.&amp;nbsp; She teach me and -------- and she lets us get on the computer in rosetta stone.&amp;nbsp; She give us things.&amp;nbsp; She gave us a folder for our mystery word clues.&amp;nbsp; She is a good teacher.&amp;nbsp; She said that we have to write stories about math, my best friend, and our country.&amp;nbsp; She pick us up at ten am when I am doing reading.&amp;nbsp; That teacher was born in Nebraska and she put music on for us to entertain by we working.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8799540512931933698?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8799540512931933698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8799540512931933698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8799540512931933698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8799540512931933698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2011/04/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PWZ74rEZdBw/TZyD6q4U_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YzOlX22NWKM/s72-c/writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5124003155773432402</id><published>2011-03-02T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:34:07.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School is not. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;a strip club!&amp;nbsp; Glad we cleared that up today.&amp;nbsp; I told a 3rd grader to pull up his pants and that's what his friend chimed in with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5124003155773432402?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5124003155773432402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5124003155773432402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5124003155773432402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5124003155773432402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-is-not.html' title='School is not. . .'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-698123568435430529</id><published>2011-02-28T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:51:46.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AYXGaEnebs/TVrOG5eP2GI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mLReaEDPpnU/s1600/7facts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AYXGaEnebs/TVrOG5eP2GI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mLReaEDPpnU/s1600/7facts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged in a "7 Facts" award that's going around. I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://thecaffeinatedteacher.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Caffeinated Teacher&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Basically you provide 7 random facts about yourself and then tag 15 other bloggers to play along. It's always fun to learn weird, random things about people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm addicted to Zumba!!&amp;nbsp; I get mad when I have to miss class!&amp;nbsp; I became licensed to teach it in December.&amp;nbsp; I want to take the Zumbatomic training so I can teach kids Zumba! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYdA3zrDnkI/TVrqSter3qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/calHkt93sSc/s1600/zumba.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gYdA3zrDnkI/TVrqSter3qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/calHkt93sSc/s1600/zumba.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2) I love baseball.&amp;nbsp; I go to as many games as I can a year.&amp;nbsp; My goal is to visit every major league baseball stadium.&amp;nbsp; My favorite team is the Dodgers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNHeFnZ-Ksc/TVrqgM3YIkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6nlQ4SZkMYw/s1600/dodgers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LNHeFnZ-Ksc/TVrqgM3YIkI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6nlQ4SZkMYw/s1600/dodgers.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3) I started doing 5Ks last year.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I both enjoy finding fun 5Ks to try.&amp;nbsp; We just did one a few Saturdays ago&amp;nbsp;as a couple - Cupid's Couple Run!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deeuUitnuH0/TV0kKBe_MZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kDhZUFfW984/s1600/2011_0212LarryRobBdayVday0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deeuUitnuH0/TV0kKBe_MZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/kDhZUFfW984/s320/2011_0212LarryRobBdayVday0128.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4) I am an only child, but do have a foster sister.&amp;nbsp; She is 6 years older.&amp;nbsp; My middle name is her name.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We have 2 cats, 2 dogs, and 2 guinea pigs!&amp;nbsp; Like to keep things even. :)&amp;nbsp; One dog is blind and diabetic.&amp;nbsp; She has to have insulin shots twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I&amp;nbsp;love&amp;nbsp;chocolate covered sunflower seeds!&amp;nbsp; I think it has become my drug of choice, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3kiYzRscf8/TV1dpZHT2II/AAAAAAAAAKY/HkRdagS40Xk/s1600/07056g4050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="104" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3kiYzRscf8/TV1dpZHT2II/AAAAAAAAAKY/HkRdagS40Xk/s200/07056g4050.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My husband's 24 year old sister moved in with us just before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; It's been ummm, interesting.&amp;nbsp; And expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there's not pictures on everything - I got tired.&amp;nbsp; And I've been holding this post hostage for a while now, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to tag some people!&amp;nbsp; I didn't come up with 15, but feel free to do this and let me know.&amp;nbsp; I'd love to read yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teachinghappilyeverafter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teaching Happily Ever After&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christaandericnolan.blogspot.com/"&gt;You Never know What You're Gonna Get&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://middle-school-teacher.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms Teacher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speddoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life in the Mimsy Borogoves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vodkamom.com/"&gt;Vodka Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gingersnapstreatsforteachers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginger Snaps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://debbie61497.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding Normal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahgarb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dead Class Pets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-698123568435430529?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/698123568435430529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=698123568435430529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/698123568435430529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/698123568435430529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2011/02/7-facts.html' title='7 Facts'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AYXGaEnebs/TVrOG5eP2GI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mLReaEDPpnU/s72-c/7facts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7853476984373868975</id><published>2011-02-09T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T10:57:15.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have a cute little kindergartener, Ms. Fashion.&amp;nbsp; The other day I was walking her to the bus and she was excited to comment on my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Ms. Fashion: Mrs. Z!&amp;nbsp; I know why you're wearing those shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Oh really?&amp;nbsp; Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Ms. Fashion:&amp;nbsp; Because they're brown!&amp;nbsp; Like your sweater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; That's right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Ms. Fashion:&amp;nbsp; You match!&amp;nbsp; This part in your sweater matches your pants too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Wow, glad I wasn't clashing!&amp;nbsp; Who knows what she'd tell me!&amp;nbsp; The next day I picked her up again and it was all about my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Ms. Fashion:&amp;nbsp; Can I touch your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Umm, ok. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Ms. Fashion:&amp;nbsp; It feels so soft and fluffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Ms. Fashion:&amp;nbsp; It's soft like this.&amp;nbsp; (She points to the fleece lining on her jacket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Really?&amp;nbsp; Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;She has also noticed when I've worn a lot of black and said I matched again.&amp;nbsp; I think we have a future fashion designer or hair stylist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7853476984373868975?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7853476984373868975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7853476984373868975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7853476984373868975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7853476984373868975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2011/02/ms-fashion.html' title='Ms. Fashion'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5783379015458238901</id><published>2011-02-01T12:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:13:10.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New School, Part 1 - My Box, I Mean Classroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I've been meaning write about our new school and just haven't had the energy!&amp;nbsp; We moved over Christmas break.&amp;nbsp; No, we weren't given time to do it, paid, or anything.&amp;nbsp; It was crazy.&amp;nbsp; My room was not ready the several times I came up to work, so it wasn't ready to go when school started.&amp;nbsp; I had boxes everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I moved from a large portable to a tiny office.&amp;nbsp; Still have to pull my kids in here.&amp;nbsp; I have one bookshelf that holds my curriculum and I stole a small shelf to put books on for my kiddos.&amp;nbsp; No other storage!&amp;nbsp; My husband had to clean out the garage to make room for everything I brought home!&amp;nbsp; There are some bigger empty rooms that I would love to have, but they're being saved in case we need them.&amp;nbsp; I also didn't get a document camera, projector, or notepad like the other teachers did.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't bring overheads with us so I have no way to project anything.&amp;nbsp; I had to trade tables with another teacher just to get enough table space for my classes.&amp;nbsp; My principal though I could fit 9 kids around a table made for 3 or 4 students.&amp;nbsp; I had to steal another table to hold my computers.&amp;nbsp; When my students are in my room, it is almost impossible to move around the room.&amp;nbsp; Good thing I'm small!&amp;nbsp; I'll add some pictures, you'll understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhWWPxRejI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PYjWLu4ahOw/s1600/room6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhWWPxRejI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PYjWLu4ahOw/s320/room6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My path to my teaching table!&amp;nbsp; This is the only way back here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhUNVFyhqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CxTt1lduUh8/s1600/room5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhUNVFyhqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/CxTt1lduUh8/s320/room5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing in the corner - I walk through here to get to my teaching table.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhYYyZyYWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gU7Q_LVUxoU/s1600/room4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhYYyZyYWI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gU7Q_LVUxoU/s320/room4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing at the door to come in my room.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhTRy7jAbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e2sQVxLVfGQ/s1600/room3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhTRy7jAbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e2sQVxLVfGQ/s320/room3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my curriculum is on that beige shelf.&amp;nbsp; Not much room to get there!&amp;nbsp; Sorry this is so blurry!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhTDzEiX3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/I6uGxW52ji8/s1600/room2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhTDzEiX3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/I6uGxW52ji8/s320/room2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A kindergartener walking in my room.&amp;nbsp; He just squeezes through!&amp;nbsp; I did ask to get rid of the teacher desk, but am now using it for storage space.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhSeW2-nVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-X-Rxknf_z4/s1600/room1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhSeW2-nVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-X-Rxknf_z4/s320/room1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When kids are on the computer you can't get through!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhXCL7rvWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e_onbF0XRR4/s1600/room7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhXCL7rvWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/e_onbF0XRR4/s320/room7.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't open the filing cabinet all the way!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5783379015458238901?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5783379015458238901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5783379015458238901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5783379015458238901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5783379015458238901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-school-part-1-my-box.html' title='New School, Part 1 - My Box, I Mean Classroom'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TUhWWPxRejI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PYjWLu4ahOw/s72-c/room6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5963715018967974314</id><published>2011-01-13T12:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:59:36.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno, Dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The end of last year and beginning of this year have been a wild ride! I'll write more about our move to our new campus later and all the fun that brought over Christmas break. I have a sweet story to share though and don't want to forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a new student start last week in first grade. She spoke no English and had just arrived from Mexico. Poor girl was scared - no one spoke her language and she didn't know what was going on! I found out she cried for 6 hours one day! The little girl who sat next to her (and is black) wanted to help. She was rubbing her back and talking to her. The teacher asked what she was saying and she responded, "If you talk to her in Spanish, she stops!" And she did. The teacher was surprised and told the little girl she didn't know she could speak Spanish! Sweet girl said "I can count and say colors!" That's all it took though! Made my heart melt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - We have now moved the new girl to a different school for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bilingual&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5963715018967974314?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5963715018967974314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5963715018967974314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5963715018967974314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5963715018967974314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2011/01/uno-dos.html' title='Uno, Dos'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8259750535199454091</id><published>2010-12-15T10:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:54:26.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Speaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend I had the opportunity to go hear a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; speaker with several schools.  It was a Saturday morning - hard to get teachers motivated on a Saturday just before Christmas break.  We were all blown away.  If you ever get the chance to hear &lt;a href="http://www.docspeaks.com/"&gt;Dr. Adolph Brown&lt;/a&gt; - GO!!!  You will love it.  There are video clips on his website.  I bought one of his books to read and can't wait.  I know my description will never be close to seeing him in person, but I promise he is worth the time.  One thing that stands out is that if you can't picture all your students graduating college, then find a new job.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8259750535199454091?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8259750535199454091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8259750535199454091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8259750535199454091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8259750535199454091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderful-speaker.html' title='Wonderful Speaker'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-434135973988470556</id><published>2010-12-07T15:07:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:30:16.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TQEBhRkWbtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5El990e-nQA/s1600/door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 462px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548717887060340434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TQEBhRkWbtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5El990e-nQA/s320/door.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our school has a door decorating contest. I really don't care for them because it usually is what teacher spends the most time decorating, not showing off the what the students do. I came across &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecaffeinatedteacher.blogspot.com/2010/11/bulletin-boards.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;this idea for a bulletin board at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caffeinated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and decided to adapt it for our door. I had my K-2 students tell me what they wished they could give or do for someone else for Christmas. We had a discussion about people less fortunate than us, so most of them caught on. We made a small letter to Santa that folded into an envelope from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.activityvillage.co.uk/christmas_writing_paper.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;. Then my 3rd-5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; graders wrote a longer wish &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explaining&lt;/span&gt; why they wished that. We put their stories inside a gift box to open and read. I thought it came out cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548719882683537890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TQEDVb1_2eI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VHuuNJKuTGo/s320/tag.jpg" /&gt;tag to encourage people to read our wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548718908985915554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TQECcwiZOKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pBQQ32NpDhU/s320/insideletter.jpg" /&gt;inside a letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548719592719946946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TQEDEjpSlMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PIV9IP5xxXM/s320/insidebox.jpg" /&gt;a box opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-434135973988470556?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/434135973988470556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=434135973988470556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/434135973988470556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/434135973988470556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-christmas-wishes.html' title='Our Christmas Wishes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TQEBhRkWbtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5El990e-nQA/s72-c/door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6899970582195698419</id><published>2010-12-03T11:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:13:17.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I went with kindergarten on a field trip to see Babes in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Toyland&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a pretty good trip and somehow I ended up with the most talkative kid ever as my seatmate on the bus!  I'm not kidding, he talked or sang the entire way there and back!  I heard about his dad's truck, his uncle's car, how his sister is white, but his other sister and him are white and black, last year they took food on a field trip, I've been there, I live there, and he sang the green, red, and blue songs for me!  He also got very excited about a building and thought that should be our field trip.  I turned to see, expecting a fire station or something but it was . . . a uniform cleaning building!  Got to love the mind of a 5 year old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6899970582195698419?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6899970582195698419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6899970582195698419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6899970582195698419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6899970582195698419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/12/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4761322791735960722</id><published>2010-11-19T09:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:45:25.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh I love teaching about Thanksgiving - being thankful, pilgrims, Native Americans, and food!  Some of my kids give interesting answers when we discuss what we learned.  Did you know that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pigwams&lt;/span&gt; came over on the Flower?  Love it.  Oh and the things we're thankful for!  Here are a few from my older kids - helping anyone in help (need, maybe?), my frinds (exact spelling), my family for coming to my house, having the best parents, and my mom because she brought me to life (aww!).  My younger ones had lots of ideas too - food, toys, no not my brother, trees, school, my dog, my bunny rabbit that we had to give away to someone that doesn't have any pets, not my baby sister, my hampster, grandma, my friends, my teacher, my fish, learning, my dog and my sister (in that order) and my favorite - Jesus.  Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4761322791735960722?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4761322791735960722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4761322791735960722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4761322791735960722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4761322791735960722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6274707806616990038</id><published>2010-11-17T11:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:01:53.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I ordered a bunch of books from Scholastic the other day and noticed a new one by Audrey Penn (author of &lt;em&gt;The Kissing Hand&lt;/em&gt;).  I had to buy it.  I noticed the title - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chester-Raccoon-Acorn-Full-Memories/dp/1933718293/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1290016594&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Chester Raccoon and the Acorn Full of Memories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I figured it was some sort of fall book and didn't read the description.  I was quite surprised when I started it and realized it was about Chester having a friend pass away.  It was so sad; I was almost in tears walking down the hall (bad idea to read new books while walking around)!  It was very well written though, and would be great for a class that lost a student.  I would've loved to have it the year our school lost 3 kids from one family.  I highly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; this book - just read it alone the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6274707806616990038?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6274707806616990038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6274707806616990038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6274707806616990038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6274707806616990038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-book.html' title='Great Book'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4028863680713499689</id><published>2010-11-15T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:10:31.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders needed to finish a quiz for his classroom teacher. I set him at a table and let him work. Here's one of his questions and his answer! It was all I could do not to laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539794016012777234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TOFNTnVGtxI/AAAAAAAAAII/UtqUBEzpwuE/s320/hibernation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4028863680713499689?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4028863680713499689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4028863680713499689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4028863680713499689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4028863680713499689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/hibernation.html' title='Hibernation'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TOFNTnVGtxI/AAAAAAAAAII/UtqUBEzpwuE/s72-c/hibernation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5442771353718624009</id><published>2010-11-10T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:55:44.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love notes'/><title type='text'>Love Is in the Air!</title><content type='html'>I started my day covering a 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade class whose teacher had a doctor's appointment. While in there, I intercepted a note that a little boy was trying to pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537964635958338050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TNrNfrj44gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LV78VAMcjL4/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought it was too cute to get upset over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worked with my kindergarten group who did much better than yesterday.  When they were lining up, one little boy (with the same name as my hubby) looked up and said, "I love you!"  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, he's a cutie!  Look out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JZ&lt;/span&gt; - you've got some competition, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5442771353718624009?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5442771353718624009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5442771353718624009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5442771353718624009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5442771353718624009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is in the Air!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TNrNfrj44gI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LV78VAMcjL4/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4390647979874804620</id><published>2010-11-05T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:56:25.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday we were discussing pets in my first grade group. We made a graph of the pets our class has at home. Here's the graph:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536063815295987122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TNQMtWycbbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KTNBNES1Yow/s320/graph.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you see the last pet?  Turkey?!  Sure hope &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; pet isn't missing after Thanksgiving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4390647979874804620?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4390647979874804620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4390647979874804620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4390647979874804620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4390647979874804620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TNQMtWycbbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KTNBNES1Yow/s72-c/graph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7946543504675508418</id><published>2010-11-03T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:32:16.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did that really just happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday (before Halloween), I went to get my 4th graders. There I was, just strolling along the boardwalk - since my room is in the trailer park behind the school. I'm almost to the main building. I walk close to a trash can. It starts to move! Yikes! Then a possum JUMPS out at me!!!!!!!!!! I probably jumped 10 feet and am amazed I didn't scream or pee on myself! It ran under the boardwalk and I ran inside. All these years I thought possums were nocturnal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535393029055135522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TNGqodUBPyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OHocaMwCNEs/s320/possum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7946543504675508418?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7946543504675508418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7946543504675508418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7946543504675508418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7946543504675508418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/did-that-really-just-happen.html' title='Did that really just happen?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/TNGqodUBPyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OHocaMwCNEs/s72-c/possum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-19337057544239280</id><published>2010-10-06T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:23:44.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Wow, it's been a while since I wrote!  This year has been crazy so far.  The grant I was working under ending last year, leaving about 20 people in our district needing jobs.  My campus (let's call it L) also combined with another campus (M), leaving some teachers needed to be placed somewhere else.  I ended up at a different school (F) teaching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k.  I packed up everything and spent several weeks (and hundreds of dollars) getting my room ready at F.  I loved it!  I had a great class, wonderful colleagues, and a friendly principal (what a change!)  Then the principal got hired in another district.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, interim principal was great!  Still happy!  I bought 2 guinea pigs for our classroom pets.  The kids loved them!  Then one day (the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week of school) I was called back to campus from a training.  I found out they needed another 1st grade teacher and had to lose a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k teacher.  The teacher hired after me volunteered to go because she liked older kids.  I lost my planning partner, but she was still next door so we were happy no one had to move.  Last Monday, the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week of school, I was called to the office after lunch.  Found out they needed a bilingual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k teacher and I was going to have to move.  I ended up back at my old school :( teaching ESL as a pull-out.  I had 1 day to pack up.  I was devastated.  I got to my campus (now called M) and the principal really doesn't want me because I'm not bilingual.  That was a mess.  So now I'm trying to learn another job and get settled.  Until we move to our new school over Christmas break.  I can't bring the classroom pets because I'm in a portable that has terrible insulation and I can't keep the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; even.  None of my friends from M have even bothered to come see my classroom, much less see if I need any help.  Guess I better get back to getting settled.  Still waiting on all my stuff to be moved and the teacher that was here just got her stuff out yesterday.  There's a mess in here!  I have no energy left to make this room look good!  Hopefully I get trained on all the paperwork that is required soon.  Sorry for the long rambling post!  I really hope everyone else is having a better school year!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-19337057544239280?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/19337057544239280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=19337057544239280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/19337057544239280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/19337057544239280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7004999968097247119</id><published>2010-05-21T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:07:37.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We're closing in on the end of the school year!  Hooray!  Of course that means we're super busy.  I don't know what I'll be teaching or even what school I'll be at because the grant funding my position is ending.  Hopefully I'll hear soon where I'll be next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I had a picture laying on my table of a 1st grade teacher, a 2nd grade teacher, a retired teacher who subs, and myself.  One of my students saw it and said, "My favorite teacher!"  I had to ask, "Which one?"  Sweet boy answered, "2nd grade teacher and you."  Aw, smart boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7004999968097247119?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7004999968097247119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7004999968097247119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7004999968097247119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7004999968097247119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-sweet.html' title='How Sweet'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2383439835991522356</id><published>2010-04-23T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:50:00.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I work with a few students who are next door with a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade teacher (we'll call Mrs. Blue Eyes).  The other day one of these students told her she had "scary eyes."  Mrs. Blue Eyes asked why they were scary and he just shrugged.  So she asked what color they were.  He responds, "blue."  As she was trying to convince him that blue eyes aren't scary, another darling yelled out "Mrs. Z has red eyes!"  I do?  Really?  I know they change colors, but I always thought they were green or bluish-gray.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Do I turn into demon teacher when they're in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2383439835991522356?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2383439835991522356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2383439835991522356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2383439835991522356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2383439835991522356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/04/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2686325724062236602</id><published>2010-04-05T10:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:28:01.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Free Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh, how I heart free stuff!!  Over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://untenured.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of an Untenured Teacher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;, she's giving away this awesome pocket chart from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.allchildrensfurniture.com/"&gt;CSN stores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Here's more info, copied from her blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up for grabs is this &lt;a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Patch-Products-747-ATU1051.html"&gt;pocket chart&lt;/a&gt;, perfect for your classroom, your home office, or as a gift to your child's teacher (did you know National Teacher Appreciation week is May 2-8?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;input name="FromForm" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="sku" value="ATU1051" type="hidden"&gt;     &lt;input name="sp" value="" type="hidden"&gt;   &lt;input name="gottenUserInput" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;   &lt;input name="captionSeen" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;      &lt;input name="PrDtID" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input value="1" name="PrTrustOptionIDsOrder" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input value="1" name="PrAssignSupplierMethod" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input value="1" name="def_speed" type="hidden"&gt;      &lt;input value="1" name="qty" id="masterqty" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input name="StdViewSriSkuCnt" value="0" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;input id="SelectOptionsTag" value="2" optioncost="0" prsku="ATU1051" type="hidden"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;input name="lgimage_info" value="1" type="hidden"&gt;            &lt;img id="lgimage" alt="Patch Products - 747 - Organization Center Wall Pocket Chart" src="http://common1.csnimages.com/lf/1/hash/5792/2042526/1/Patch-Products-Organization-Center-Wall-Pocket-Chart.jpg" onmouseover="javascript:ZoomLgImg('lgimage');" height="400" width="400" /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;This pocket chart has 27 pockets that hold standard sized file folders. It also includes 27 dry erase cards so you can reuse it year after year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us out there could use a bit more organization in life! But because I practically live in my classroom, I thought of some potential uses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student mailboxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student portfolios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;File folder center storage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Storing extra work for independent activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Storing teacher memos and random paperwork you can never seem to find a proper place for!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;So hurry over and enter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2686325724062236602?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2686325724062236602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2686325724062236602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2686325724062236602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2686325724062236602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-free-stuff.html' title='I Love Free Stuff!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-404070599060582186</id><published>2010-03-11T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:33:43.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we need some work on /i/ and /e/. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday I had a group of 1st graders.  We have a part in their lesson to practice spelling with sounds we've learned, so sometimes we make a game of it on the white board.  They love this!  I had two students at the board racing to see who can spell the word correctly first and the loser picks who goes next.  Here's a small part of our game -&lt;br /&gt;Me:  OK guys, your word is "tent"&lt;br /&gt;Spacey Boy swiftly wrote "tit" and was so proud for finishing first!&lt;br /&gt;Challenger got it right (thank goodness) and I quickly made sure no one was peering in the window to see what I was teaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I have them sound out incorrectly spelled words so they can hear the difference, but I hurriedly moved along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-404070599060582186?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/404070599060582186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=404070599060582186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/404070599060582186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/404070599060582186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-we-need-some-work-on-i-and-e.html' title='Maybe we need some work on /i/ and /e/. . .'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8645278162156460385</id><published>2010-03-05T12:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:01:56.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went along with 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; grade on a trip to a local art museum.  We were divided into groups, so I was with 11 kids and a docent.  She stopped in front of a picture of a covered wagon on a trail with snow tipped mountains in the distance.  She asked the children what season they thought it was.  In our part of Texas it hardly ever snows.  So they saw snow and answered winter!  The docent frowned and asked if there was snow on the grass - no.  Well there's no snow on our green grass either.  Last I checked it is still winter though!  She told them the mountains her higher up and could have snow year round.  So she asked again what season it looked like.  Now the kids are confused!  Finally someone guesses spring.  She asks what else.  Fall?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, what else?  Summer??  Puzzled looks were on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; faces.  She said, "The only season this could NOT be is winter!"  Poor kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    We continued walking and one girl excitedly pointed at another painting, saying, "Look!  A pot bellied pig!!"  The docent looked and replied, "No.  That is a wild hog." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    The docent brought us to another painting with four men in it.  She asked what they noticed about the faces.  One child said, "PIMPLES!!"  I couldn't help it, I snorted!  She asked for it!!  Of course, the ever positive docent replied, "No.  Those could be moles." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Thank you docent,  for encouraging these young minds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8645278162156460385?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8645278162156460385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8645278162156460385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8645278162156460385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8645278162156460385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-museum.html' title='Art Museum'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6260235190610749816</id><published>2010-02-26T11:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:26:24.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;This week my kindergarten class I teach at church thought about what they wanted to be when they grow up.  This is always entertaining! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A: A police!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh good, and how about you E?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;E: Um, a dentist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:  Oh, wow, that's great!  How about you C?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;C: I don't know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;, think for a minute and I'll get back to you.  How about you N?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;N: A police man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: That's good.  L, how about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;L: A football player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:  Alright!  C, have you thought of something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;C: Yes!  I want to be one of those people at Toys R Us that puts the toys out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: That would be a fun place to work with all the toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;C: Yeah, I just love that place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;, I bet he does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6260235190610749816?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6260235190610749816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6260235190610749816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6260235190610749816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6260235190610749816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5216818868719696578</id><published>2010-02-18T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:40:38.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was walking around the cafeteria on my lunch duty the other day and noticed one of the kindergarten students wasn't eating.  I told her she better eat before lunch was over.  Her reply?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My momma says bread makes your butt big.  &lt;/span&gt;I told her I thought she'd be fine eating her roll and walked off before I cracked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5216818868719696578?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5216818868719696578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5216818868719696578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5216818868719696578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5216818868719696578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/02/bread.html' title='Bread'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-1726195530676854478</id><published>2010-02-12T13:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:10:31.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In honor on Valentine's Day this weekend, I had my kids reading a book about it today.  This one was a little step by step instruction book on how to make a Valentine.  Little L was reading along, "Now write a romance."  Nope L, that's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romance, &lt;/span&gt;that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rhyme!  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, he got the right beginning sound AND it made sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday one of my little girls was working hard and getting answers right.  She looked up and said, "Mrs. Z - I'm getting smart!"  Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-1726195530676854478?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1726195530676854478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=1726195530676854478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1726195530676854478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1726195530676854478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-reading.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Reading'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2433060041875145142</id><published>2010-01-22T10:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:50:40.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indivisible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another teacher sent a student down to me with a box (1st grade).  We'll call him Droopy Pants.  His friend, one of my students - Sneaky Boy, decided to come along.  Apparently this box was closed when it left the other teacher.  When Droopy and Sneaky found me, they excitedly told me about what was in the box.  Later in the day I talked to the teacher who sent the box.  Apparently Sneaky wasn't even supposed to be with Droopy and the box.  And the box was closed.  I asked the boys how it got open then.  Sneaky's response?  "Our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indivisible&lt;/span&gt; friend opened it!"  Oh really?  And what's your friend's name?  "Oh, he said we can't tell.  It's a secret!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2433060041875145142?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2433060041875145142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2433060041875145142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2433060041875145142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2433060041875145142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/01/indivisible.html' title='Indivisible'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4676410234408262539</id><published>2010-01-13T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:33:07.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Teachers Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was working with my first graders the other day and we were reading about teachers and police.  One of the "thought provoking" questions before we read was, "Why do people work as teachers and police?"  J raised his hand excitedly to answer, "People need to do those jobs to get money and pay the bills so the lights don't get cut off."  Well, that's true - not what I was going for - but very true.  Later in our discussion I asked them why we had police.  J's answer?  "To pull you over if you go over the limit."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, limit?  Drinking limit?  Speed limit?  Hoping he meant speed limit since he had obviously seen this happen, I asked (not smart, when I think back on it!) what he meant.  He said, "you know, that limit sign!"  Phew!  Speed limit!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4676410234408262539?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4676410234408262539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4676410234408262539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4676410234408262539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4676410234408262539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-teachers-work.html' title='Why Teachers Work'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6211131396314805856</id><published>2010-01-08T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:30:40.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had more excitement on the way to school Tuesday than I planned.  I turned into the parking lot and heard a loud crash and it felt like my car hit a brick wall.  No, I didn't hit anyone or anything!  My wheel fell off my car.  Yes, you read that right.  Just fell off.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, when my transmission was repaired they failed to tighten a nut so it worked off.  Lovely.  At least it happened here and not on the highway.  Of course plenty of kids saw me sitting there in my car as I tried to figure out what had happened!  Here's my conversation with one of my 3rd grade darlings&lt;br /&gt;Darling: Mrs. Z!  I saw your wheel fell off your car this morning!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes it did Darling.&lt;br /&gt;Darling:  I know cause we saw you when we got to school.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, why didn't you stop to help me?!&lt;br /&gt;Darling: I don't know how to fix THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, she was too cute!  Her mom did check on me after school.  She had gone home to get her dad to come up to look at it for me, but he'd left for work.  Glad someone was worried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6211131396314805856?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6211131396314805856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6211131396314805856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6211131396314805856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6211131396314805856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2010/01/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-330234232572867413</id><published>2009-12-09T13:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:24:49.065-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa'/><title type='text'>And the debate has started. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    Yesterday my 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; graders were finishing their Christmas bags (so I could get them filled - I hate that part!) and I heard them start the classic is Santa real or not debate.  The debate was between Sweet Girl and Tough Boy.  I was so surprised to hear Tough Boy yelling, "He is too real!"  Apparently Sweet Girl said something else so he replied, "If there's no Santa, how do you explain the North Pole?"  Well?  How do you?  Lol!  Too funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-330234232572867413?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/330234232572867413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=330234232572867413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/330234232572867413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/330234232572867413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-debate-has-started.html' title='And the debate has started. . .'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5108474241528296242</id><published>2009-12-07T11:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:22:27.163-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowman craft'/><title type='text'>Snowmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week I found a new way to make snowmen ornaments and decided to give it a try.  The directions sounded pretty simple and fun.  I think they turned out pretty cute!  Each child needs wax paper to make their snowman on.  They make they body out of glue - yep, just plain old glue!  Drop in either paper or googly eyes, a nose, buttons (real, paper, beads, or pom-poms), arms (paper or pipe cleaner), and a piece of paper clip for a hook to hang them.  Let them dry - takes a day or two, and presto - snowman ornament!  I did have to go back on some after they dried and add a little more glue to the back to secure the pipe cleaners and beads.  The paper ones were fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/Sx1IBAEf8FI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iMWFVHPQgTQ/s1600-h/snowman2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/Sx1IBAEf8FI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iMWFVHPQgTQ/s320/snowman2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412561509205143634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/Sx09qNmC9-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/muNxBgJM03E/s1600-h/snowman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/Sx09qNmC9-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/muNxBgJM03E/s320/snowman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412550122582243298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5108474241528296242?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5108474241528296242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5108474241528296242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5108474241528296242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5108474241528296242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/12/snowmen.html' title='Snowmen'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/Sx1IBAEf8FI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iMWFVHPQgTQ/s72-c/snowman2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-3317026890062570085</id><published>2009-11-11T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:48:40.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My 1st graders were working on the letter l.  We discovered the sound l makes and what it looks like.  We sang a song about l with a lazy lizard.  We all knew the sound and the letter - it was going great!  Or so I thought.  To close our lesson, we had a new sound card (with the letter and a picture to represent the sound).  I read a clue about the picture and the kids guess what it is.  I reminded them of the sound l makes and that our picture will start with that sound.  Then I read this clue -&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a scaly animal who might live in a desert or a rain forest.   I am often green     or  brown, but I come in lots of colors.  I look a little like a snake with legs.  What     am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One boy is so excited to answer, waving his hand around.  I call on him.  Yes?  What do you think it is - remember, it starts with /l/.  His answer?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cowboy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Really?  A cowboy???  Does it look like a snake with legs to you???  I can't even say, "Good guess!"  because - he's not even close!!!  I just walked him through the clue asking if each part could be a cowboy and if cowboy started with /l/.  Oh dear.  Back to the drawing board!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-3317026890062570085?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3317026890062570085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=3317026890062570085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3317026890062570085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3317026890062570085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/11/cowboys.html' title='Cowboys'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7719588996596133710</id><published>2009-11-02T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:14:57.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insects and Incest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My first graders were working on the /i/ sound today.  We have a story called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Injured Insects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; that we look at and find all the words with the /i/ sound.  One of my darlings raised her hand to tell me an /i/ word.  I'm happy she's excited to share and call on her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Incest!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh dear.  What have I taught today?!  The other kids were smiling and nodding.  I decided she was really trying to say "insect" and we practiced saying that word.  Hopefully she won't go home saying Mrs. Z taught her about incest today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7719588996596133710?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7719588996596133710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7719588996596133710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7719588996596133710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7719588996596133710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/11/insects-and-incest.html' title='Insects and Incest'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-1502542011691289608</id><published>2009-10-27T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:22:37.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great pumpkin and snoop dog'/><title type='text'>The Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love the Charlie Brown special, It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.  Since it will be on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; tonight, I decided to read the book to some of my classes and told them they can watch it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  I'm reading the book to my 1st graders, who are really into the story.  I stop to ask what the dog's name is again.  One of my little darlings answers, "Snoop Dog!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, close!  But so far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-1502542011691289608?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1502542011691289608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=1502542011691289608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1502542011691289608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1502542011691289608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-pumpkin.html' title='The Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5600514002770930456</id><published>2009-09-24T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:10:15.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>Letters from Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been having problems with &lt;a href="http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/disrespect.html"&gt;A from last year&lt;/a&gt;.  She's now in 3rd grade and still disrespectful and rude.  Yesterday she was rolling her eyes when I asked her to do things and groaning.  A refuses to try to read.  She just gives up.  I give them lots of individual support, but she still refuses to try.  On the rare occasion that she makes an effort, she figures out what we're doing.  So she is capable.  I sent home a note to mom about her eye rolling, groaning, and lack of effort.  I told mom that I know she can do the work but just refuses to try.  I received a note back from mom today.  I thought I'd share (I didn't edit her note) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I suspect their are conflicts with your personalities.  I've met you.  You can be a little tart.  I will remind A of her responsibilities as a student and a child and I will continue to stress to her that she attends school to Learn however I would Like to stress to you that you could be a little more patient with her and change your tone.  She is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;astuele&lt;/span&gt; individual, and She can since your dislike for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think I am one of the most patient teachers here.  A has been disrespectful to every adult she's come in contact with at our school.  Everyone knows who she is because of this.  A also had another teacher calling mom yesterday about her behavior with 2 other teachers!  She was nice to them on the phone.  Last year mom did hang up on a teacher for calling about A though.  I showed the principal, assistant principal, and counselor.  I wanted to be sure they knew what was going on with this parent.  They all read it and laughed.  They all know A and know the huge attitude A has.  None of them had anything to tell me to fix - I'm glad they know this parent and how I am!      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5600514002770930456?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5600514002770930456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5600514002770930456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5600514002770930456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5600514002770930456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/09/letters-from-home.html' title='Letters from Home'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-3859226233518930011</id><published>2009-09-16T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:21:41.350-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Limeade for Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DonorsChoose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book club'/><title type='text'>Sonic &amp; DonorsChoose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sonic has a new program called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://limeadesforlearning.org"&gt;Limeades for Learning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; that will provide grants to U.S. public school teachers to fund classroom projects by partnering with a wonderful organization called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://donorschoose.org"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DonorsChoose&lt;/span&gt;.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.  This September, SONIC will donate more than a half million dollars to fund classroom materials and inspire learning.  All you have to do to help is buy any Sonic drink and then log on to the Limeades for Learning website.  You pick you favorite project (maybe one called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.limeadesforlearning.com/microsites/limeades4learning/index.jsp#/searchProjects"&gt;Wildcat Book Attack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;) and enter in the code on your drink.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I do have another grant I'm trying to fund through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DonorsChoose&lt;/span&gt; and would love any support - either by voting for my project or donating!  I'm trying to restart our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 3rd grade book club and need books for my students.  Many of them can't afford a new book and I really want them to be able to keep their book.  My proposal is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.donorschoose.org/donors/proposal.html?id=313599"&gt;Wildcat Book Attack.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-3859226233518930011?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3859226233518930011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=3859226233518930011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3859226233518930011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3859226233518930011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/09/sonic-donorschoose.html' title='Sonic &amp; DonorsChoose'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-3879621421833356919</id><published>2009-09-10T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:08:26.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild week'/><title type='text'>Wild Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This week has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; been exciting - not in a good way though!  Monday we were out for Labor Day, but since then - phew!  Glad I'm not an administrator! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our kindergarten teachers fell Tuesday and broke her knee cap.  The ambulance had to come take her.  She had surgery and will be out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders found ants and roaches in their gumbo!  So gross!  Lunch was tossed and they had to find something else to feed everyone so it was way behind.  The health inspector came out for a visit.  They couldn't figure out where the extra protein came from because the kitchen was clean and no other bugs were found.  They think that maybe it was in the rue.  All of our testing results for 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade were lost when we synced the palms.  Ugh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today the police were called on one of my students from last year.  Apparently he wanted to run away from school and kept attempting it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope tomorrow is a dull Friday!       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-3879621421833356919?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3879621421833356919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=3879621421833356919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3879621421833356919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3879621421833356919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/09/wild-week.html' title='Wild Week!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2500955667398619112</id><published>2009-09-09T15:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:10:07.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment of silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testing'/><title type='text'>A Moment of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was doing bus duty after school yesterday.  My group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k through 1st graders were sitting and talking.  Along came a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader shushing them and asking for a moment of silence.  Another teacher and I couldn't figure out why he wanted them to be quiet.  Then we saw him point.  A funeral procession was going by.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, how sweet of him!  Of course, now I'm turned toward the funeral procession laughing because I couldn't laugh at him!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was testing 1st grade.  I asked the child who came out what his last name was.  "Weirdo."  I'm very confused and look at my list.  Oh, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;must have&lt;/span&gt; said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rideaux&lt;/span&gt;!"  It rhymes by the way.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2500955667398619112?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2500955667398619112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2500955667398619112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2500955667398619112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2500955667398619112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/09/moment-of-silence.html' title='A Moment of Silence'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-416055814079972455</id><published>2009-08-31T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:26:37.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful summer!  I'm in week 2 of school.  Last week went pretty smoothly - I'm ready to start pulling my kids again!  I've already had a few come ask when they get to come to me again.  We start testing everyone this week which is no fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Here's a little info on my job if you need it.  I am a reading interventionist and pull struggling readers K-3rd for extra help.  Yes, one of the dreaded "special" teachers - not sure why they call us special; we seem to not be valued much.  I tend to get irritated when my classes are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt; to cover for someone else.  I am one that actually does my job and stays late to finish everything!  It takes time to plan for 45 different students, keep up with all their documentation, and test them every other week, not to mention actually getting materials all ready for them!  Plus lunch duty, before and after school duty.  I really do enjoy my job.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I don't have any cute stories yet, so I'll leave you with one from one of my friends.  Her son started kindergarten this year.  When he came home from school, my friend asked him how his day was.  His response?  "Good, but my teacher talks too much!"  Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-416055814079972455?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/416055814079972455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=416055814079972455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/416055814079972455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/416055814079972455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2477680428069159023</id><published>2009-06-04T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:09:38.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testing'/><title type='text'>Up on the Roof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Today our principal is spending the day on the roof! Our kids - especially 3rd &amp;amp; 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - did so well on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test, she said she'd spend the day on the roof. Our campus will be recognized again next year! The kids are loving it! One said in an interview to the news that they're excited she's on the roof because they can do whatever they want today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SifwogbZ98I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EmmrQLFb4M0/s1600-h/roof2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343504061588699074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SifwogbZ98I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EmmrQLFb4M0/s320/roof2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343504162140696562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SifwuXA3r_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lPUsaHO7lSc/s320/roof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;For the record - I managed to climb up to deliver her book and back down with her computer bag without falling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2477680428069159023?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2477680428069159023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2477680428069159023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2477680428069159023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2477680428069159023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-on-roof.html' title='Up on the Roof!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SifwogbZ98I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EmmrQLFb4M0/s72-c/roof2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6814481828470812449</id><published>2009-05-27T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:27:09.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st graders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip'/><title type='text'>Well this is a first!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Friday I went with 1st grade on their field trip.  I had a great time.  Those kids sure made me feel good about myself!  They all cheered while I bowled and talked about how good I was (I'm really not at all).  Then came the highlight of my day.  We went to the park and I was playing basketball with some of the kids.  Anyone who knows me is already amused.  I'm 4' 11&lt;strong&gt;.5&lt;/strong&gt;" just to give you a picture here.  As I stole the ball away and held it over my head to keep it from the kids, one yelled out "Mrs. Z, you're TALL!!!"  I have never heard that in my entire life!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6814481828470812449?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6814481828470812449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6814481828470812449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6814481828470812449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6814481828470812449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-this-is-first.html' title='Well this is a first!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8192440523417951374</id><published>2009-05-19T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:04:32.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><title type='text'>I Like Your. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hear this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt; from my kiddos, "Mrs. Z, I like your _______!"  Could be shoes, hair, skirt, necklace.  But today?  I walked by a kindergarten class carrying some paper and money another teacher had given me.  I hear, "Mrs Z, I like how much money you have!"  Her teacher and I cracked up!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8192440523417951374?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8192440523417951374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8192440523417951374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8192440523417951374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8192440523417951374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-your.html' title='I Like Your. . .'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-991544142021537133</id><published>2009-05-14T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:12:29.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing sentence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ping-pong boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross'/><title type='text'>Gross</title><content type='html'>I've kept Ping-Pong Boy in from PE the past 2 days.  He's been extremely disrespectful and argues with every little thing I tell him.  So he's been writing sentences about respecting adults.  He's come up with every excuse to not write - I'm sure you've heard them - the famous "I have to use it" or "my pencil doesn't have an eraser" or "I think PE is over" to the original, gross excuse of "I have boogers in my nose."  What??  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; ask this!  And how does that keep you from writing?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-991544142021537133?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/991544142021537133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=991544142021537133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/991544142021537133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/991544142021537133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/gross.html' title='Gross'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5194364046830711344</id><published>2009-05-07T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:41:05.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standardized testing'/><title type='text'>The Lunch Duty from _____</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;We all know how much I love standardized testing.  So when I had lunch duty with 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade (blah!) during the big deal science test last week, I was just so excited.  I'm sure you can just picture me skipping off to do mt lunch duty!  Ha!  So the kids were ready to relax and I was more than happy to let them.  But they had to come in acting crazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;First one girl bought another girl's pizza for $1.  So what did the other girl have left for lunch?  Pudding.  Yes, pudding for lunch and taking the big deal science test!!  Then the same girl who now had 2 pizzas tried to buy half of another girl's pizza for 50 cents.  This is where I caught them.  Gave them a lecture about sharing food and germs.  And threw in how they needed their food to help their brain work for the big deal science test.  Turned around and there they are, trying to sell the pizza again!  I'm trying to remain calm - they are testing - so I tell them no selling food at lunch.  Turn around again and there goes a pudding cup sliding down the table - to 2 pizza girl!  Like she needs more food!  Another lady on lunch duty grabbed it and threw it away.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;So I'm thinking the rest of my lunch duty would be calm, right?  WRONG!  A group of boys raise their hand.  I walk over and tell them I didn't want to hear any tattles.  They insist, so I ask what the problem is.  Oh, just another boy has a razor.  WHAT??  I pull him aside and he denies it.  I ask why 4 other kids are saying it then.  Told him to empty his pockets.  And what do I find?  Not a razor.  A pocketknife!  About 4 inches long.  Ugh.  He says he just brought it to peel his orange.  What in the world was he thinking??  Not to mention another boy in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade was recently suspended for having a pocketknife, so they KNEW better.  Of course I take him to the office.  And here I was trying to not upset them during the big test!  I went back and told the other boys they did the right thing by telling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;While I was dealing with the pocketknife boy, two other boys decided to be totally disrespectful and make fun of the other lady on duty.  They mocked her and wouldn't line up or close their mouths.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;So on this lunch duty, where we wanted to have a calm, relaxing lunch for the kids testing, we end up with 3 referrals.  What a lunch.  I was so happy to have my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders back!  We've only had one referral all year with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5194364046830711344?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5194364046830711344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5194364046830711344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5194364046830711344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5194364046830711344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/05/lunch-duty-from.html' title='The Lunch Duty from _____'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2541428965999089150</id><published>2009-04-30T09:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:41:11.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='standardized testing'/><title type='text'>Another Reason to Hate Standarized Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I hate this time of year!  The teachers are stressed, administrators are stressed, but worst of all, the kids are stressed.  We have kids cry, not come to school, and throw up.  Every time we administer the very important test, there is a child who throws up.  Never fails.  Should a 3rd grader really be that worried about a test??  I feel so bad for them, but so much rides on them passing THE TEST.  Some kids just can't take all that pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;And now for the answer to the clues in my last post!  They were describing a dog!  The fag should have been fat - I had the child read it to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2541428965999089150?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2541428965999089150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2541428965999089150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2541428965999089150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2541428965999089150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-reason-to-hate-standarized.html' title='Another Reason to Hate Standarized Testing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5860182353672830376</id><published>2009-04-24T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:09:59.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>What am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I kept an eye on my neighbor's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade class while she ran to the little girls' room today.  They were writing about something.  Who can figure out what they were describing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;         My _________ is 500 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;         My _________ is 60 feet tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;         My _________ is fag (yes she wrote that - I'll tell the real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt; later!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I'll post the answer later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5860182353672830376?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5860182353672830376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5860182353672830376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5860182353672830376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5860182353672830376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-am-i.html' title='What am I?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2177172518966189349</id><published>2009-04-07T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:10:14.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absent'/><title type='text'>Did this really just happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I had a parent flag me down in the hallway.  It was Tardy Boy's mom.  She asked me if Tardy Boy was at school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;, yes, he is.  How do you not know that??  Yes, she was home.  I know she works nights, but she was looking for Tardy Boy - 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade, and his siblings in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, kindergarten, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k!  You would think getting 4 kids off to school would be important and she'd know where they were!  Then she asked me what he was wearing and if he looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh my.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2177172518966189349?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2177172518966189349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2177172518966189349' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2177172518966189349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2177172518966189349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-this-really-just-happen.html' title='Did this really just happen?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-1458233430334456117</id><published>2009-04-01T14:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:49:57.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Fools'/><title type='text'>April Fools!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I love April Fools Day! The kids (and my husband) are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gullible&lt;/span&gt;, I just have a great time! Here's what I pulled this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;This morning when the hubby got up, I told him the dogs had pooped in the garage and it smelled bad. He was not pleased thinking about cleaning that up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Before I left for work I rotated the image on the computer so it is now upside down! I love it!  Just as I finished this post, I got a text - JERK!  Ha, guess he went to check his email!!  He said he's getting a cramp in his neck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;On lunch duty, I told 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade they had come in too noisy and would have no talking the rest of the week! They all fell for it! Of course I told them the truth and they spent the rest of lunch trying to trick me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;One 1st grader did get me. With the oldest April Fool in the book - there's something on your back! Of course, I had no trouble believing them - I was in the lunchroom with 1st graders! She was thrilled to trick me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Anyone have any good tricks for me next year??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-1458233430334456117?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1458233430334456117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=1458233430334456117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1458233430334456117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1458233430334456117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6860913146789111320</id><published>2009-03-19T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:05:22.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent-teacher conferences'/><title type='text'>Quick Tip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;We had Parent-Teacher conferences this week.  Usually, I'm lucky to get 5 parents and I teach about 45 kids.  Since I'm not their child's classroom teacher, many don't think to come see me.  I've asked the teachers to tell them to come see me, told the students to send their parents by, and stuck notes in their report cards.  Nothing worked like my new idea.  And it was so simple - why didn't I think of this sooner?  I made a post-it note telling the parents to come see me and gave them my room number.  The teachers stuck them on the front of the report cards.  I've seen &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; of my kids' parents!!!  I'm doing this every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6860913146789111320?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6860913146789111320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6860913146789111320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6860913146789111320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6860913146789111320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-tip.html' title='Quick Tip'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7960636548918034367</id><published>2009-03-13T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:28:06.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ping-pong boy'/><title type='text'>I Just Can't Spell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ping-pong boy (a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grader) was working on the computer directly in front of me this week.  I glanced up from my small group to see how he was doing.  He should have been typing out a word the computer said.   Instead, he had typed a s s.  He saw me looking and frantically erased it.  I called him off the computer to sit by me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; my group was finished.  Then I asked him why he typed that.  His response?  "I was just trying to spell as!"  Sure you were.  That's why you were looking over your shoulder to see if I was looking.  And he could spell both words just fine when asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7960636548918034367?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7960636548918034367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7960636548918034367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7960636548918034367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7960636548918034367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-cant-spell.html' title='I Just Can&apos;t Spell!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2066046690360772204</id><published>2009-03-04T14:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:31:03.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patterns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mean teacher'/><title type='text'>I See a Pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Today I was standing in the hall as we were getting kids back from a break from The Test.  One student in 3rd grade started talking to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;T:  Mrs. Z - is it always like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Me (totally confused):  What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;T: You know, mean, nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Me (still confused): What are you talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;T:  Well last year I had a mean teacher, this year I have a nice one, so next year. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Me (trying not to laugh):  Who's room were you in last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;T:  Mrs. D and this year I have Ms. L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Me:  Oh, well you know Mrs. D's sister-in-law teaches 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  Maybe you should have her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;T:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;I loved how he was so worried about this pattern!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2066046690360772204?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2066046690360772204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2066046690360772204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2066046690360772204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2066046690360772204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-see-pattern.html' title='I See a Pattern'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8065403888008317752</id><published>2009-02-19T16:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:48:19.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arguing'/><title type='text'>Disrespect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe how disrespectful kids are! Every day at least one child argues with me. Usually about something I saw them do. I don't get it. I would have never even thought about arguing with an adult, especially when I was totally wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was my limit with one girl in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade - I'll call her A (for Arguing Girl!) Here's how our morning went when she walked in about 15 minutes late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Oh A, you're here. I just marked you absent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;A: I WASN'T ABSENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Yes, you were. I'll change it to tardy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;A: I WAS HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Um, no. You just walked in the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;A: I was in Mrs. B's room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Right. So you weren't in MY room which makes you absent from MY class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;A: I'M NOT ABSENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: I see that you are here now. Get your folder and get to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I gave her the clue for the mystery word of the week. They know it is a verb and has 3 letters. The clue was "I am faster than walking." The answer is run. She guesses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;runing&lt;/span&gt; (running). I won't take that since the clue says 3 letters. I just put them up if they don't get it right and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;A: MINE WAS RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: No, it wasn't. Come to the table to get started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;A: YES IT IS RUNNING. I GOT IT RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: No, A. It is not. Why are you arguing with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;A: I'M NOT ARGUING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Yes, you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;A: No, I'm NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: A. Stop yelling. You can stay with me during PE to write sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;She started bawling. This wasn't the end of the mess.  She carries on and on.  I finally told her give me her mom's phone number that she couldn't remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I was on my way to the office to get it.  Then I tell mom about how A argues with adults constantly.  I go through our morning with her.  Mom says, &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I really don't think she was arguing with you.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;  I gave up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone figure out how to get these kids to stop arguing with adults?  Mine students never win an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;.  They end up in trouble, but don't care.  They must get their way at home by doing this!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8065403888008317752?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8065403888008317752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8065403888008317752' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8065403888008317752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8065403888008317752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/disrespect.html' title='Disrespect'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4217490799729956642</id><published>2009-02-13T20:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:45:12.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American flag'/><title type='text'>20 Questions Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a teenage helper with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCD&lt;/span&gt; kiddos. She usually comes in after drill team practice. Wednesday she came in dressed to perform at the basketball game. The kids were so impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss Ashley, you have makeup on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss Ashley, your hair looks so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my favorite -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Miss Ashley, you look like the American flag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cracked up! Her school colors are red, white, and blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was also the week Father John came. They were pretty well behaved. We found out he likes chocolate chip cookies, the color blue, he love Jesus, God is his best friend, he prays, he doesn't have a wife, he like dogs, is allergic to cats, he doesn't have a Play Station (Father Michael has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; though) and he likes songs, but the alphabet song is not his favorite. There was even a question about flowers dying in the Ice Age. He looked at me like where did that come from! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4217490799729956642?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4217490799729956642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4217490799729956642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4217490799729956642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4217490799729956642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-teenage-helper-with-my-ccd.html' title='20 Questions Answered'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-3949324204612064958</id><published>2009-02-05T11:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:02:57.234-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priests'/><title type='text'>Who is Father John?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;That was my question for my kindergarten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCD&lt;/span&gt; class last night. I got the best answer ever - from a 6 year old! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He's a guy who loved Jesus very, very, very much so he became a priest and works for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I loved it. We were getting ready for next week when Father John comes to visit our class. I had them come up with questions to ask him. Here's a few -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do you love Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Is your favorite color yellow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Do you love God more than anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;What do you do if you forget what you're saying during mass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Where do you like to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;What's you favorite part of being a priest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Did you always want to be a priest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It should be interesting next week when he comes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-3949324204612064958?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3949324204612064958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=3949324204612064958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3949324204612064958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3949324204612064958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-is-father-john.html' title='Who is Father John?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2490336178385406643</id><published>2009-01-28T10:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:44:07.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardy'/><title type='text'>Tardy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a student, Tardy Boy, who is - I bet you'll never guess - always tardy!  He has my class from 8:30 - 9:10.  Tardy Boy isn't just a little late, he strolls in around 9 or 10.  Every day!  Of course Tardy Boy is struggling in reading (or he wouldn't be in my class), but he is one of my lowest students.  He's in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade and doesn't know all his letters, much less what sound they make.   I don't know how to get him to school.  His mom has been to court, I've talked to her about the importance of my class, principal and assistant principal have talked to him, I reward him for showing up on time, I've kept him in from PE for being so late, and I'm out of ideas.  She promises to get him here, but doesn't.  Just for an idea of how much he misses my class, in the last 15 days of school he has missed 7 times and been late another 5.  So 3 days he was on time.  He has been less tardy this week, but still about 45 minutes late for school.  Tardy Boy is so frustrated in his class because he is so far behind.  I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; with this parent.  Last year she withdrew him for about 3 weeks.  He didn't go to another school.  He was helping clean the house.  WHAT??  But yet mom says she's concerned about his progress.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.  Any ideas are welcomed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2490336178385406643?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2490336178385406643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2490336178385406643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2490336178385406643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2490336178385406643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/tardy-boy.html' title='Tardy Boy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-3436599792485621728</id><published>2009-01-26T13:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:25:58.084-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work day'/><title type='text'>Ahh, a work day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me start by saying I don't like the name of my day. Work Day. Like I don't work everyday?? (For those of you who aren't in education, a work day is a day the kiddos don't come and teachers finally have a little time to catch up on everything that piles up for months!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, here's all I wanted to accomplish today - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get ready for Tuesday's classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get all objectives for the week typed and filed for easy access&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Complete 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RTI&lt;/span&gt; packets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Clean off my junk table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gather materials to give a mini training for 6 different grade levels of reading teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Clean off computer table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Type up inventory sheets for 2 take home literacy bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Catch up on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; paperwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So what did I accomplish? The ones in green are ones I did off my list and red are things I did, but weren't off my list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drink coffee and check email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;evites&lt;/span&gt; from party I'm planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Email people about party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RTI&lt;/span&gt; paperwork!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Get distracted and take things to be copied for the week to workroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop by friend's room on the way back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post some books she gave me on paperback swap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RTI&lt;/span&gt; paperwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I have new email!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, someone requested one of these books! Wrap it up to mail after school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RTI&lt;/span&gt; paperwork!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LUNCH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finish one packet! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reward myself with checking a few blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Must get stuff done! Get objectives typed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good job - look at a few more blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pull material for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Start cleaning off junk table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Interrupted by assistant principal and principal - they want to see me. This can't be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get informed that one day a week I have to cancel one of my classes and part of another to tutor 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders in reading. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt; that pesky grant that pays my salary and states I'm only to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; with k-3rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Found out it starts TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spend the next hour trying to find materials to use with 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Figure out a way for my class to still be taught (I'm borrowing a student teacher - won't she be thrilled?) and inform teachers of this change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finish cleaning junk table since I'll have 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders at this table now while my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders use old table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Change clothes to go to gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try to prepare for for 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh - I thought I'd add that I was given 1.5 hours for lunch, but only took 20 minutes to make up for my ADD moments!  So, not the best "work day" for me!! I did get things done. Just not all I wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-3436599792485621728?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3436599792485621728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=3436599792485621728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3436599792485621728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3436599792485621728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahh-work-day.html' title='Ahh, a work day!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7103980111847112769</id><published>2009-01-16T21:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:23:33.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>Vegetarian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;On lunch duty with 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade today, N had an interesting insight.  "I'm not sure if I'm a vegetarian or not.  Sometimes I can't finish all my meat."  They crack me up sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I've noticed I work with several families lately.  I guess they've noticed too.  I redid my schedule recently and added a few new students.  My few first grader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;told&lt;/span&gt; her teacher, "Well it's about time, she works with everyone else in my family!"  Cute, but it also makes me sad to see so many brothers, sisters, and cousins struggling to learn to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7103980111847112769?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7103980111847112769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7103980111847112769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7103980111847112769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7103980111847112769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/vegetarian.html' title='Vegetarian?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-1766738285575337562</id><published>2009-01-11T18:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:05:17.265-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink throat'/><title type='text'>Pink Throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;The other day one of my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders came into school and I noticed her older sister wasn't with her.  I asked where she was and was told she had "the pink throat."  Apparently my girl had "the pink throat" over Christmas.  I saw their mom after school - the sister has strep throat!  Love their descriptions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-1766738285575337562?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1766738285575337562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=1766738285575337562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1766738285575337562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1766738285575337562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-throat.html' title='Pink Throat'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-9038626902915010825</id><published>2009-01-05T20:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:38:14.162-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>What do your cats do when you leave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;What happens when you leave 2 cats at home without letting them open their Christmas presents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SWLFY1F9TVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MjIY4XT5ReI/s1600-h/cats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005942845984082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SWLFY1F9TVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MjIY4XT5ReI/s320/cats.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sorry for the bad pic - it's off my cell phone at night. In case you can't see - there are overturned gift bags, tissue paper, many toy mice, and cat treats scattered all over my living room floor! They had a great time! This morning, I moved our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hassock&lt;/span&gt; to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; fit and found another bag of treats! They managed to open this one though! When I put it up, Max (the black cat) came and stole more treats! So, which one do you think is the ring leader?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SWLRTNu2Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/e9o8hxnbBgk/s1600-h/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288019040520267682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SWLRTNu2Z6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/e9o8hxnbBgk/s320/max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SWLRhAAYajI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i7rl8BEdeWk/s1600-h/misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288019277353871922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SWLRhAAYajI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i7rl8BEdeWk/s320/misty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-9038626902915010825?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9038626902915010825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=9038626902915010825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/9038626902915010825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/9038626902915010825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-your-cats-do-when-you-leave.html' title='What do your cats do when you leave?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SWLFY1F9TVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MjIY4XT5ReI/s72-c/cats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5971088685103275599</id><published>2009-01-04T21:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:49:08.157-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Well, I guess I have to go back to school tomorrow!  I've loved sleeping in and staying up late.  I enjoyed visiting family and friends.  Too bad I was sick from the day after Christmas until - oh yeah, I'm still sick!  Great way to spend the holiday!  Well, I did get lots of rest and reading done.  My mom took great care of me.  I'm feeling better, just not 100% yet.  Tomorrow will be a long day of redoing my schedule based on testing we did before break.  It's always fun working around 13 teachers' schedules!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5971088685103275599?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5971088685103275599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5971088685103275599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5971088685103275599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5971088685103275599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4500042475844917444</id><published>2008-12-18T14:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:06:12.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas program'/><title type='text'>Bah Humbug to you too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's a little background for my rant. My campus and another campus are going to become one school. They are building a new school for us. Currently school B is in our backyard in portables. We operate as 2 campuses for now, but do some things together trying to get us all to mingle and get to know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So school B was having its Christmas program yesterday morning. They asked my friend and I to play with some of their staff in a small concert. (We play clarinet.) So we agreed and practiced a few times after school. Their program started at 9:30 - my prep time. We played at our time and went back to class. School B's teachers were nice and appreciated us playing with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today my principal comes up to me and said she heard about us playing with school B yesterday. I'm thinking she's going to compliment us for doing that. Boy, I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Principal: &lt;em&gt;Who approved that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What? Who approved it?! Really?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Well, no one I guess. It was my conference time and I didn't miss any classes yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Principal: &lt;em&gt;That was a really long program. Longer than a conference period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Yes, but we left right after we played. We only were in there for part of the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Principal: &lt;em&gt;Well, I guess if it was your conference time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, how nice of you to work together with school B.  You gave up your time after school to practice.  Good job playing.  Nothing.  Just rude, sarcastic remarks.  For the record, my friend also got in trouble. She was asked why we didn't play for our program - no one asked us to. Principal also told her not to let this happen again. It never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to us we'd actually be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reprimanded&lt;/span&gt; for playing music in school B's program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Didn't that just make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Put you in the Christmas spirit? No? Me either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4500042475844917444?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4500042475844917444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4500042475844917444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4500042475844917444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4500042475844917444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug-to-you-too.html' title='Bah Humbug to you too!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-261134012080552417</id><published>2008-12-18T09:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:31:48.192-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good lookin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Lookin' Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my kindergarten students cracked me up yesterday!  I picked them up and he's also a big chatterbox.  So as he's bouncing around me he blurts out, "Mrs. Z you look good, you look &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reeeeeeeeeaaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah, what a boost for my self-esteem!  I just knew I was styling in my Christmas tree shirt!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-261134012080552417?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/261134012080552417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=261134012080552417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/261134012080552417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/261134012080552417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/lookin-good.html' title='Lookin&apos; Good'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4166257577342169926</id><published>2008-12-15T12:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:00:28.648-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interruptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying'/><title type='text'>Are you serious?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Since my job is funded by a grant, I have extra people coming in and out to see what I'm up to. No big deal, I'm doing my job. Except the person coming from outside my school is getting on my last nerve. She makes a big production coming in, "You door is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; loud! I need to bring some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt;-40!" Then she sits down. For about 30 seconds. Then she wants on my computer. So that means I have to shut down anything I was working on and hadn't saved. Then she may want to print. So I have to stop to do that. Have I mentioned each group is only at my table for 15-30 minutes? Then they switch with the kids on the computers, so she's wasting a good bit of their time. If she'd come in quietly, it'd be nice! And my last peeve about her coming? So far she's visited me on Halloween, Election Day, the day we got out for Thanksgiving, and today (the day before the Christmas program and last week before Thanksgiving.) The only legal observation day of any of those - Election Day. I guess I'll see her on Valentine's Day next! Hope she's enjoyed how I've tied the holiday into our lesson! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4166257577342169926?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4166257577342169926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4166257577342169926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4166257577342169926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4166257577342169926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-you-serious.html' title='Are you serious?!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5984258946333657661</id><published>2008-12-10T21:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:02:27.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backpacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet game'/><title type='text'>I'll just put my head in my backpack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I told her she couldn't play the quiet game - she showed me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SUCM3sZGIwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/f-Akti1r0iE/s1600-h/mad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278373651715334914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SUCM3sZGIwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/f-Akti1r0iE/s320/mad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel like doing this some days!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5984258946333657661?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5984258946333657661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5984258946333657661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5984258946333657661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5984258946333657661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-just-put-my-head-in-my-backpack.html' title='I&apos;ll just put my head in my backpack'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SUCM3sZGIwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/f-Akti1r0iE/s72-c/mad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8420366027361678994</id><published>2008-12-09T10:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:33:16.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny signs'/><title type='text'>Interesting Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;This first sign my hubby and I saw hanging on a gas station door on our way to my mom's one day. I loved it! I was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to take the picture with everyone going in and out, so hubby took it for me.  We need this on the school door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277843331482546002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/ST6qi_kub1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/JpJXyNAjUK0/s320/sign2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;This one isn't actually a sign, but a product I saw while Early Bird shopping in Nebraska. I've never seen this in Texas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277843471027751506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/ST6qrHa5SlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SeHdzomVVww/s320/sign3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I saw this sign in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whataburger&lt;/span&gt; the other day and had to take a picture! I think someone needs to go back to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277843200915071074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/ST6qbZLA4GI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o2rDYfSlXSw/s320/sign1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8420366027361678994?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8420366027361678994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8420366027361678994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8420366027361678994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8420366027361678994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-signs.html' title='Interesting Signs'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/ST6qi_kub1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/JpJXyNAjUK0/s72-c/sign2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6226778241121391355</id><published>2008-12-07T20:22:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:41:28.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>7 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://thecornerstoneforteachers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; to share seven random facts about myself, then tag 7 other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; to do the same. I got a little picture happy, sorry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. I have to keep score when I go to a baseball game. I go crazy just sitting! And my favorite team is the Dodgers - my dad's was the Giants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253390000800466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyR_4S5QtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wESxPCZUUH4/s320/dodgers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. I love crazy road trips! I have to stop to see strange things along the way - makes life interesting! (This pic is from my girls trip this summer - we stayed in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teepee&lt;/span&gt; motel!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277254627704657554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyTH7GfVpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1xnLM9l496w/s320/teepee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;3. I'm an only child. I also have a foster sister who is 16 years older than me. (Here we are - my hubby, my mom, foster sis' hubby, foster sis, and me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277255820063371234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyUNU-9b-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/4MUCZI_amIE/s320/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. I'm not a neat person. Unfortunately, neither is my husband. So we have a mad cleaning marathon when people are coming! (We're not dirty people though - I do clean, we're just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cluttery&lt;/span&gt;! Oh and this isn't my house - it isn't clean - just a random pic I found.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257778354619890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyV_UL-hfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZfK8751zr3k/s320/clutter.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;5. I enjoy taking pictures. I know I'm not great, but I like doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277261732201876962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyZldanzeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AlwT09BHTU4/s320/sunflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;6. I've lived in 5 states - Nebraska, Montana, Minnesota, California, and Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277265156044689554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STycswOXEJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bwMsDMWgWJw/s320/nebraska.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277265646003533938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STydJRdpuHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yq_xEysWHKU/s320/montana_ref_2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277266706353480514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyeG_kx40I/AAAAAAAAAE8/b6hkVCOAYsQ/s320/minn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277267319724895986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyeqsj67vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/coMDaUl-3JM/s320/cal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277267825527742962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyfII0t4fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iVih_WuRixk/s320/tx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;7. I am way too slow at blogging about myself!  I've been working on this post for about 2 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, now to spread the misery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyondblessed.wordpress.com/"&gt;Beyond Blessed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://buffalonickel.wordpress.com/"&gt;Buffalo Nickel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leesepea.wordpress.com/"&gt;But Wait!  There's More. . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateforteachers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chocolate for Teachers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://untenured.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Untenured&lt;/span&gt; Teacher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amzarate.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'm in the Christmas Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tenseteacher.net/"&gt;Tense Teacher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6226778241121391355?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6226778241121391355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6226778241121391355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6226778241121391355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6226778241121391355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/7-random-facts.html' title='7 Random Facts'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/STyR_4S5QtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wESxPCZUUH4/s72-c/dodgers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6575349181429848484</id><published>2008-12-05T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:25:38.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><title type='text'>Sad Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been gone for awhile.  My grandma passed away 2 days before Thanksgiving.  It was a sad holiday.  I miss her so much.  Grandma loved coming up to school and visiting my kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Most of my kids at school didn't know why I had been gone, but one made my day.  She came up and hugged me and said, "We missed you Mrs. Z.  I'm sorry about your grandma."  So sweet and grown-up of her and she's in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I saw I was tagged and I promise I'll do it very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6575349181429848484?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6575349181429848484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6575349181429848484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6575349181429848484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6575349181429848484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-thanksgiving.html' title='Sad Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2397163702462244741</id><published>2008-11-21T09:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:21:40.369-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bracelets'/><title type='text'>Bracelets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Sleepy Boy comes in this morning all excited, "Mrs. Z - I'm getting bracelets on my teeth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;"You mean braces."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;"No, bracelets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;The other kids can't wait to see the bracelets on Sleepy's teeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2397163702462244741?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2397163702462244741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2397163702462244741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2397163702462244741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2397163702462244741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/bracelets.html' title='Bracelets'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-991454427403544318</id><published>2008-11-18T08:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:29:12.282-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testing'/><title type='text'>Testing Robots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Last week I was testing all the kiddos I see.  This gets pretty boring at times, but one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt; (we'll call him Robot - you'll see why) entertained me this time!  The first part of the test is the student pointing to pictures that make the sound I ask for and then telling me the sound a picture starts with.  So his testing went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Me: Robot, what picture starts with /s/?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Robot: Points to a snake.  (I'm thinking, oh good!  He's getting it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Me: What picture begins with /n/?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Robot: Gives me his million dollar smile and shrugs.  Same thing for the next one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, what sound does fruits begin with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Robot: Acts out eating fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm trying not to laugh and go through the pointing part again, with more smiling and shrugging from Robot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Me: What sound does &lt;strong&gt;card&lt;/strong&gt; begin with (he has a picture of the &lt;strong&gt;card &lt;/strong&gt;in front of him)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Robot: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vroom&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this is getting harder not to laugh!  And he continues the car sounds through the next pointing part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Me:  What sound does robot begin with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Robot: (Picture this - he makes stiff robot arms) Robot, robot (while moving like a robot and talking in this strange robot voice) Robot, robot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh my, I'm dying!!  I can't laugh out loud at this poor baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: One second Robot.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I walk outside my room where I can giggle for a sec!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, back to the test.  Well, the interesting part that is.  I say a word and they have to tell me the sounds in the word, or stretch it apart.  So man would be m - a - n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Me: Tell me the sounds in sold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Robot: Sold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;We obviously need some work here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Me: Tell me the sounds in done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Robot: (In the robot voice again) I - AM - DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I love it!  Best test ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-991454427403544318?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/991454427403544318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=991454427403544318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/991454427403544318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/991454427403544318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/11/testing-robots.html' title='Testing Robots'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-1431325608153752076</id><published>2008-10-22T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:50:23.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God has many rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight I was teaching kindergarten at my church.  We learned about the 2 most important rules or commandments.  I called them all up at the end of class and one girl told me, "God has many rules!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Back at school my kindergarteners were learning the sound for m.  We sang songs and talked about the sound.  Then we were naming things in the m book that started with /m/.  They saw a picture and said "cup!"  I reminded them that it started with /m/ so one boy said "mmmmmmmmmmmcup!"  Good try kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I had another story, but have no idea what is was.  Oh well, maybe I'll remember sometime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-1431325608153752076?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1431325608153752076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=1431325608153752076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1431325608153752076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1431325608153752076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-has-many-rules.html' title='God has many rules!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7228310371869991994</id><published>2008-10-20T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:59:49.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food fights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name calling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><title type='text'>I know you are, but what am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Lunch duty - we all know how much I love it!  Today I stopped a food fight between a few 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders before it got out of hand.  Apparently, I really ticked off one of the kids.  He got in line to go back to class and told everyone I was a "big fat ugly!"  Man, I thought I was looking pretty good today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Our school also held a mock election today.  One of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt; came out and told me, "I changed my vote from Obama to McCain."  He looked so serious, I just had to ask more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"What made you change your mind?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"I didn't.  I just voted McCain.  But my mom is voting Obama, so so I guess next time I have to vote Obama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Well, you only vote one time in an election."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Oh.  Then I just voted McCain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;righty&lt;/span&gt; then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7228310371869991994?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7228310371869991994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7228310371869991994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7228310371869991994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7228310371869991994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-you-are-but-what-am-i.html' title='I know you are, but what am I?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5970532667890799962</id><published>2008-10-13T16:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:43:35.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NKOTB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conferences'/><title type='text'>What Could I Have Done with 3 Hours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I have 3 hours to sit at school and wait for parents to drop by. This went so well earlier in the year, with my 1 parent visiting. Anyone want to guess how many I'll be seeing? In THREE HOURS!!! AFTER SCHOOL. I really just want to go home, take a nap, go to the gym, and watch the Dodger game! Yes, I'm whiny! I'll have been here for almost &lt;strong&gt;11 hours&lt;/strong&gt; today! That is way too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Ok, enough whining. How about a cute story? While on bus duty after school we had a child come up to tattle. "M said a cuss word, the h-a-t word!" We just looked at him and told him that's hat! Any idea what that was supposed to be?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Alright, laugh at me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm going to share where I'm going this weekend. To see them &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256756783647950050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 46px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="46" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SPPAcXf2BOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U0poXWcsq2A/s320/arrow.jpg" width="26" border="0" /&gt;in concert and I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256756382819071762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SPPAFCSytxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xsTpJ32qM2k/s320/nkotb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5970532667890799962?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5970532667890799962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5970532667890799962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5970532667890799962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5970532667890799962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-could-i-have-done-with-3-hours.html' title='What Could I Have Done with 3 Hours?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SPPAcXf2BOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/U0poXWcsq2A/s72-c/arrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4591052253257400749</id><published>2008-10-02T13:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:35:04.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='throwing trays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughtful kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch duty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pears'/><title type='text'>Lunch Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This year I have 55 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;looooooong&lt;/span&gt; minutes of lunch duty. Because I have nothing better to do with my time - you know, like teach children to read. Anyway, I'm in the cafeteria during kindergarten, 1st, and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade lunches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday they had pears for lunch. Sounds like a safe fruit, right? WRONG! Very few even knew what a pear was, much less how to eat it! One of my kiddos from last year, who happens to be in kindergarten again this year, was going at the pear with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spork&lt;/span&gt; like it had hurt him. There were pieces of pear flying all around - across the table, over kids heads, and on the floor. I went to talk to him about how to eat a pear. He looks up at me. There is pear in his eyelashes! I about cracked up!! I told him how to eat a pear - just like an apple, and he smiled. And then I realized he didn't have any front teeth. I had to stick around to see what he did. He did try to bite it using the side of his mouth. Poor guy got frustrated and told his teacher he couldn't eat this thing. She suggests he eat his other food. He was too determined! Back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gnawing&lt;/span&gt; on it he went! He also apparently didn't like the skin and would spit that part out on his tray. I'm not sure how much he ate that day. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today was a crazy day in the cafeteria. After repeatedly telling one stubborn child to sit down, stop yelling, and turn around he decided to yell at me. He told me he wasn't turned around and yelling. Yeah, must have been my imagination, I'm sure. I moved him to the end of the table for arguing with me. So then he throws his tray on the floor and storms out of the cafeteria yelling something about hating me. I'm not real sure where he thought he was going, but lucky for him he ran into the principal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I got done with that child, I came back to the cafeteria. One of my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders was looking for me. I'd been teasing her yesterday about stealing star crunch snack, so she brought me one today. I told her I couldn't take her food and she said that she brought 2 - one for me and one for her! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt;, I needed that! How sweet! She made my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4591052253257400749?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4591052253257400749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4591052253257400749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4591052253257400749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4591052253257400749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/10/lunch-duty.html' title='Lunch Duty'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2028904097035923757</id><published>2008-09-25T10:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:05:27.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurricanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken windows'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I'm finally back at school. Teachers and staff came today and Monday students will come. We'll see how many make it back and how many new ones we get that are displaced. I found out that 3 teachers lost windows in their classrooms. Guess who was one of the lucky ones? Came in to find papers blown around, some warped books, and water damaged notebooks. Oh - and sand in pocket charts and other random places!  It could have been much worse, so I'm very thankful! I should be cleaning though! I took a couple of pictures - my desk cracked me up! I had been so proud of how neat it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SNu1Oq8ediI/AAAAAAAAACs/ocnJb7-QHCg/s1600-h/desk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249989054281184802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SNu1Oq8ediI/AAAAAAAAACs/ocnJb7-QHCg/s320/desk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;One of my favorite books are curled up now!  I have several books that look like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SNu1LiBlX4I/AAAAAAAAACk/QM0ntk8W0d8/s1600-h/book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249989000347082626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SNu1LiBlX4I/AAAAAAAAACk/QM0ntk8W0d8/s320/book.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now let's just hope we have a normal rest of the year.  The kids have missed 14 days already!  We should be getting ready for 6 week report cards, but have only had 10 days of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SNu0mJzFknI/AAAAAAAAACc/AlvA-xfkjwg/s1600-h/desk.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2028904097035923757?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2028904097035923757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2028904097035923757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2028904097035923757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2028904097035923757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SNu1Oq8ediI/AAAAAAAAACs/ocnJb7-QHCg/s72-c/desk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5009752086941817267</id><published>2008-09-17T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:41:44.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurricanes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Hurricanes - Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Hey everyone! I've been gone for about a week now. I went with my mom to visit my grandma in Nebraska since she isn't doing well. The day after I left, my city was evacuated for hurricane Ike. We're still not allowed to go home. So I'm staying at my mom's with my husband, my 2 cats, my 2 dogs, my friend, her cat, and my mom's 2 dogs! I don't have much time to myself!! I've heard our house is fine, just lots of debris to clean up. My husband is actually driving there now to empty out the fridge and come back. They said we should have power by October 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I think it was. We have sewer back. Our water has to be boiled and it also has a large salt content in it because of the storm surge. School is cancelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;.  I haven't heard how my campus is yet, but there are disaster recovery teams checking them out now.  We've already missed 2 days for Gustav.  As of Friday, we'll have missed 9 days of school and only gone 10 days!  What a crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; to the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5009752086941817267?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5009752086941817267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5009752086941817267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5009752086941817267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5009752086941817267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricanes-ugh.html' title='Hurricanes - Ugh!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-2458158989969944083</id><published>2008-09-07T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:12:42.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-birthday'/><title type='text'>I'm 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The other morning I was in the cafeteria as the kids came in for breakfast.  One little girl came in all excited and said, "Mrs. Z!  I'm 7 today!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Oh, is it your birthday?!"  I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"No."  I got a look like what are you thinking?!  And she was gone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-2458158989969944083?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/2458158989969944083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=2458158989969944083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2458158989969944083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/2458158989969944083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-7.html' title='I&apos;m 7!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-6468761211407601284</id><published>2008-08-24T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:03:35.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saw this on But Wait! There's More's blog and decided to steal it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://untenured.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-numbers-meme.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to School Numbers Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back To School MemeCompleted in Reference to (Self or Child): &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Number of years teaching or your eldest child has been in school (k through college) ? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Amount approximately spent on Back to School Items so far including clothes? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$100.00 on school stuff and I plead the 5th on clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Number of Days until school starts in your area (+ or - if it’s started)? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1 - actually more like 17 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Approximate distance school is from your house? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.45 miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Amount of time it will take you or your child to get to school from your house by car or bus? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15-20 minutes depending on traffic and trains - trains could put me over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The actual or approximate number of students in the class you teach or your oldest child’s class? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;about 45 throughout the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The number of classes in your grade or your oldest child’s grade level? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I work with 4 grades, so I'm not sure - maybe 240 or so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. The price to buy a full student lunch at school? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$1.50 last year, but they haven't updated it on the website for this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. Number of schools in your district? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Early dismissal days already built into the calendar? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2, but the last day is one too and it isn't listed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Price paid for the most expensive back to school item so far? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;$7 for Sharpie pens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Time school day ends? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3:25 for students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the rules, I now need to tag as many sites as my lowest number. So I'd like to tag this teacher: John Deer Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-6468761211407601284?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/6468761211407601284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=6468761211407601284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6468761211407601284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/6468761211407601284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-meme.html' title='Back to School Meme'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7527677247527675739</id><published>2008-08-22T20:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:23:06.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merging schools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch duty'/><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's that time of year again. We've had a week of getting ready for school to start. We had one great training on writing. Two days of pointless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inservice&lt;/span&gt;. And two days to get our rooms ready. This is going to be an interesting year on my campus. Our district is building new schools and combining some schools. My campus is combining with "M" school on their old property. So this year M school is on our backyard in portable city. Over 500 students, grades PK-5. I'm glad I'm not out there. We're operating as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; campuses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; we actually move into the new building. We do have to share our gym and let pk and k eat in our cafeteria. We have lots of lost parents and many more workers wandering our halls looking for M. Not sure how you didn't notice all the portables! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I plugged in my fridge Wednesday and went to a meeting. Came back and smelled some sort of electrical burn scent. Discovered my fridge wasn't working. I was smart enough to test the plug and discover I had a whole wall of outlets not working. The teacher next door doesn't have power in one outlet on our shared wall. I looked outside and saw all sorts of wires sticking out of the roof. That doesn't look safe at all! I'm guessing they tapped into our power to run some portables outside my room and overloaded it. That's my expert electrical analysis! So for now I have plugged a few extension cords into each other and ran them all around my room just so I can have my fridge! Doesn't that look nice? It's a cell phone pic - sorry about the quality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237531678216321042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SK9zT8vweBI/AAAAAAAAACU/buyownaZj-Y/s320/class.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do have one major complaint this year. I have lunch duty. For 55 minutes. That means I lose all that instruction time! And there were already&lt;strong&gt; 8&lt;/strong&gt; people on duty at the same time with me for about 100 kids. That hour will cost me 4 groups - 16 kids. I pack my schedule and don't have any time for this! Wouldn't my time be better spent trying to get kids to read?! Those 16 kids I'm cutting are losing out on their small group time that is focused on their weaknesses. It just frustrates me. I guess that I'll save time writing lesson plans and prepping for them - whoop-ti-do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7527677247527675739?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7527677247527675739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7527677247527675739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7527677247527675739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7527677247527675739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SK9zT8vweBI/AAAAAAAAACU/buyownaZj-Y/s72-c/class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-497089935595816922</id><published>2008-08-16T20:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:57:40.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns'/><title type='text'>Teachers and Guns?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I found this article below today on yahoo. I was pretty shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOUSTON (Reuters) - A Texas school district will let teachers bring guns to class this fall, the district's superintendent said on Friday, in what experts said appeared to be a first in the United States. The board of the small rural Harrold Independent School District unanimously approved the plan and parents have not objected, said the district's superintendent, David Thweatt.School experts backed Thweatt's claim that Harrold, a system of about 110 students 150 miles northwest of Fort Worth, may be the first to let teachers bring guns to the classroom.Thweatt said it is a matter of safety."We have a lock-down situation, we have cameras, but the question we had to answer is, 'What if somebody gets in? What are we going to do?" he said. "It's just common sense."Teachers who wish to bring guns will have to be certified to carry a concealed handgun in Texas and get crisis training and permission from school officials, he said.Recent school shootings in the United States have prompted some calls for school officials to allow students and teachers to carry legally concealed weapons into classrooms.The U.S. Congress once barred guns at schools nationwide, but the U.S. Supreme Court struck the law down, although state and local communities could adopt their own laws. Texas bars guns at schools without the school's permission.(Reporting by Jim Forsyth in San Antonio; writing by Bruce Nichols in Houston, editing by Vicki Allen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Personally, I would never do this. There are way too many things that could go wrong here. What if a student gets ahold of your gun and hurts or kills someone? Even if they were just curious about it and took it to look at, something could easily go wrong. Not to mention if a student was mad at someone and took it. I don't want that responsibility. I have a hard enough time keeping up with my keys - no way I want to hold onto a gun all day. There is no way I trust some of the other teachers with guns either! That is a very scary thought! I'm also very sad that this is even an issue in our schools. I realize things happen in schools, but I like to think my kiddos and I are safe when we're at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-497089935595816922?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/497089935595816922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=497089935595816922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/497089935595816922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/497089935595816922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-and-guns.html' title='Teachers and Guns?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-1648507649573943965</id><published>2008-06-25T10:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:17:45.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Since it is my summer break and I don't have any funny stories to share, I thought I'd share this link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donorschoose.org/donors/proposal.html?id=176514"&gt;http://www.donorschoose.org/donors/proposal.html?id=176514&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It is my grant I wrote to get some neat take-home backpacks filled with books and fun activities for my students. If you have a few extra dollars laying around, here's a great place to put them! Or if you know anyone who'd like to contribute you can pass the link along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-1648507649573943965?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/1648507649573943965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=1648507649573943965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1648507649573943965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/1648507649573943965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/06/since-it-is-my-summer-break-and-i-dont.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8857805066281732457</id><published>2008-06-05T07:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:52:03.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backpacks'/><title type='text'>paper backpacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm making paper bag backpacks with my kiddos. It's been . . umm. . . interesting. I love seeing who can follow directions and catch on and who can't! So here we are with 3rd grade making our bags. This step is where the cut slits on the line I drew. On the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the bag. And, yes, I showed them how to pinch the bag to do this. Below is Wild One's attempt at cutting slits! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SEfdt4PlMeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3xbEyd_xHhg/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208375274338857442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SEfdt4PlMeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3xbEyd_xHhg/s320/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;He did get it eventually! This is the back of his bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SEfduKhAiOI/AAAAAAAAACE/QKY_Le4KHUU/s1600-h/bag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208375279243790562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SEfduKhAiOI/AAAAAAAAACE/QKY_Le4KHUU/s320/bag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Just in case you couldn't read Wild One's words - here it is. And if you wondered why I called him Wild One. I must say it is a great description of him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SEfduXCuLTI/AAAAAAAAACM/fE9SXFe9JRs/s1600-h/bag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208375282606419250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SEfduXCuLTI/AAAAAAAAACM/fE9SXFe9JRs/s320/bag3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8857805066281732457?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8857805066281732457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8857805066281732457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8857805066281732457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8857805066281732457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/06/paper-backpacks.html' title='paper backpacks'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SEfdt4PlMeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3xbEyd_xHhg/s72-c/bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8842031656009124800</id><published>2008-06-04T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:49:13.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><title type='text'>Glasses &amp; Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Part of my job is to stand in the hallway in the mornings monitoring students on the way to class.  I hear some interesting conversations down there sometimes!  This morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blinky&lt;/span&gt; (you'll understand in a minute) came out from eating breakfast.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blinky&lt;/span&gt; is a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year 1st grader.  He hugged me and the counselor and then asked her if he could have her glasses!  She wears reading glasses - kinda old lady looking ones.  She asked why he wants them and this is his response (I love it!) - "Because when I blink &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times like this (oh yes, he showed us) my eyes get kinda blurry and I can't see right." Oh my!  I had to turn away!  I'm thinking he shouldn't blink so much at one time and he'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And my sweet story of the day.  5th grade is having their graduation program so I popped in for a minute.  I love listening to them sing.  They sang "Keep the Dream Alive" and had 3 soloists.  One girl was doing an awesome job.  Really into it with soul and everything when the song got to her and she started crying.  She kept right on singing though.  She did great and got a standing ovation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8842031656009124800?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8842031656009124800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8842031656009124800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8842031656009124800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8842031656009124800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/06/glasses-singing.html' title='Glasses &amp; Singing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-9161690787510184300</id><published>2008-05-29T10:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:25:57.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabies'/><title type='text'>Awards Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh the excitement! Yesterday was kindergarten's day (where I had to be o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; of the k teachers - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ack&lt;/span&gt;!) and today was 1st and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade's day. Chatterbox was all over the place - couldn't stay in his seat at all! His teacher and I both were constantly telling him to sit down, quit jumping, stop talking. It was almost time for the big song. All eyes are on the music teacher. Well, not Chatterbox's eyes. Just as they're about to stand he turns to his teacher and says, "Mrs. B, I have rabies." Then he turned around and started singing and dancing. His teacher turns to me and says, "that's what wrong!" I'm so glad everyone was singing because I was laughing so hard!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Back to yesterday - I was in kindergarten all day (why hire a sub when you have a reading interventionist - I must have nothing to do). Anyway, two girls got in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; and the kids told me one called the other a fat b!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tch&lt;/span&gt;. So I called her out in the hall to talk. She is crying and saying she didn't say that b word. So I asked her what she did say. "I called her a fat chick!" And you know, with her little accent, I can hear how the kids thought she said that b word! Now, my other little girl did call someone a f*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hoe bag&lt;/span&gt;. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-9161690787510184300?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/9161690787510184300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=9161690787510184300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/9161690787510184300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/9161690787510184300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/awards-day.html' title='Awards Day'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-404655358026142373</id><published>2008-05-19T20:23:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:34:17.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>Awww, shucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SDIobWEYcbI/AAAAAAAAABs/xwJRYEmbtJY/s1600-h/ILoveYouThisMuchAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202264969811882418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SDIobWEYcbI/AAAAAAAAABs/xwJRYEmbtJY/s320/ILoveYouThisMuchAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at this cute award &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://johndeeremom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John Deer Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; gave me!! I'm excited - my first award!! Ok, ok, she actually gave it to me last week. But since I'm new to this, I needed more time to learn how to make links and all that good stuff. So let's see if I figure it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, here are 10 blogs I love, in no particular order (or how about alphabetical - I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a teacher). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluebirdsclassroom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bluebird's Classroom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leesepea.wordpress.com/"&gt;But Wait! There's More. . . &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolateforteachers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chocolate for Teachers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gneissday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Have a Gneiss Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsnotallflowersandsausages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Its Not All Flowers and Sausages &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamaofawholelottadrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Momma of a Whole Lotta Drama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://msmsapples.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ms. M's Apples&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://msmsapples.wordpress.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tenseteacher.net/"&gt;Tense Teacher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://triangleteacher.blogspot.com/"&gt;This Teaching Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughts-prayers-reflections.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An Uncertain Path to Pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-404655358026142373?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/404655358026142373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=404655358026142373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/404655358026142373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/404655358026142373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/awww-shucks.html' title='Awww, shucks'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SDIobWEYcbI/AAAAAAAAABs/xwJRYEmbtJY/s72-c/ILoveYouThisMuchAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-4080081454558614597</id><published>2008-05-19T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:20:17.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jello shots'/><title type='text'>Jello Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's a great lesson I recently learned from a 7 year old.  What exactly is a jello shot?  It's jello mixed with medicine that makes you sleepy.  And yes, this first grader had jello shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-4080081454558614597?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/4080081454558614597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=4080081454558614597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4080081454558614597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/4080081454558614597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/jello-shots.html' title='Jello Shots'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8955204345752428324</id><published>2008-05-15T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:11:00.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My classroom &amp; the bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So yesterday I was testing 3rd graders that I don't normally see (that means they aren't struggling in reading).  I enjoy listening to them and seeing how they're doing.  One boy, let's just call him Brainy, came in yesterday.  He's interesting - very smart, usually quiet, and has a monotone speaking voice.  Brainy walks in, looks around, and says, "Nice room you've got here."  I did really good and didn't crack up.  He sounded so adult! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;During my 2nd grade group (back to my strugglers), we came across one of those words that is just bad if you happen to pick the wrong vowel sound.  Chatterbox was reading along (doing a great job) and then came this sentence.  He read, "He pushed the float back near the bitch."  Instantly his hand went over his mouth and everyone looked at me.  Chatterbox's eyes were huge.  I just told him to look at the vowels and try it again.  Thankfully he read, "He pushed the float back near the beach."  Whew!  Poor person on the float being pushed toward a bitch instead of the beach!  He-he.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8955204345752428324?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8955204345752428324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8955204345752428324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8955204345752428324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8955204345752428324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-classroom-bitch.html' title='My classroom &amp; the bitch'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-3885183527678816677</id><published>2008-05-13T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:27:31.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socks'/><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today my laughs came from 2nd grade.  One of my boys, we'll call him Chatterbox, was very excited when I picked him up for class.  He was almost skipping down the hall.  Then he suddenly stopped and turned to me while holding up the legs of his pants.  "Mrs. Z, you like my socks?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm expecting some design of Superman or some other character.  Or maybe just a cool design.  Or something.  Nope, they look like plain ole black socks to me.  Now I'm confused.  Am I missing something special on these socks?  Finally I ask.  "Chatterbox, are they black socks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"YES!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ok, yes, they're nice."  I'm thinking why in the world are you so enthused about black socks.  I didn't have to wait long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"They're my mom's socks!  She has lots of black socks.  So does everyone at my house.  Not me.  So I'm wearing her socks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alrighty then.  He may regret telling everyone he's wearing his mom's socks, but as long as he's happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-3885183527678816677?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3885183527678816677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=3885183527678816677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3885183527678816677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3885183527678816677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-3599777580606950317</id><published>2008-05-06T09:21:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:50:04.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Spring Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This post isn't about school, but I wanted to share. I took these last weekend playing around with my new camera. I thought they came out nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBswcnCdlI/AAAAAAAAABE/psUYZQCtExc/s1600-h/flowers4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197273549555005010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBswcnCdlI/AAAAAAAAABE/psUYZQCtExc/s320/flowers4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBsscnCdkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QiwgJ9_Uw24/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197273480835528258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBsscnCdkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QiwgJ9_Uw24/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBqtsnCdjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4BSdq0T5yo0/s1600-h/flowers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197271303287109170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBqtsnCdjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4BSdq0T5yo0/s320/flowers3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBqjcnCdiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rl34CgcoNvs/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197271127193450018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBqjcnCdiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rl34CgcoNvs/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBqJcnCdhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ue8fLnRWCo/s1600-h/flowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197270680516851218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBqJcnCdhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ue8fLnRWCo/s320/flowers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-3599777580606950317?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3599777580606950317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=3599777580606950317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3599777580606950317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3599777580606950317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-pictures.html' title='Spring Pictures'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SCBswcnCdlI/AAAAAAAAABE/psUYZQCtExc/s72-c/flowers4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-3635339607639197434</id><published>2008-05-05T09:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:14:31.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;First, I want to say Happy Teacher Appreciation Week to all the teachers out there!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My one kindergartener is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;checking on my sunburn! He asked me again Friday if I was white yet and checked my arm. Nope, still kinda pink. Mrs. Z, are you &lt;strong&gt;ever &lt;/strong&gt;going to be white again? Too funny. I want to see how long this lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My other cute story is about one of my 1st graders. I test them every two weeks to see how they're progressing. He sat down, looked at the test, and said, "Mrs. Z, I'm smart now. I don't know how it happened, but I am." So cute. And yes, he had improved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-3635339607639197434?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/3635339607639197434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=3635339607639197434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3635339607639197434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/3635339607639197434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/05/smart.html' title='Smart'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-8525888455830112300</id><published>2008-04-24T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:24:17.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gray hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunburn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday to you again and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was an entertaining one!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My 1st graders have some issues with bathroom hygiene.  I sent one boy, we'll call him - I was put back into 1st grade and I still missed a month of school to help my mom clean house.  Wait - that's too long of a name.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, how about Spacey instead.  He's in his own world some, no most, days.  So he goes to the bathroom and comes out.  I send him to flush.  He comes out.  I send him to wash his hands and it took about 5 seconds.  No soap.  Try again Spacey - with soap this time. 10 seconds later, he's done.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Spacey, sing happy birthday to yourself while you scrub your hands.  Then rinse.   So I hear Spacey, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you" over and over and over.  Apparently without an actual name, the song is stuck there forever.  I had to stop him.  I told the next boy to sing Twinkle, Twinkle.  Sadly, he didn't know that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another one of my 1st grader girls was telling me about some 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade girls who got in trouble.  She said, "they wrote g-a on the bathroom wall.  Our school is g-a.  Oh and a y."  Then she told me how the principal came down.  "I can't remember her name - the one with the gray hair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My boy who was so interested in my sunburn is still checking out it.  He grabbed my arm today and pulled at my shirt sleeve asking if I was still red.  I told him no, just a little pink.  He flipped my arm over and said, "Oh, here's a little white!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I have to pack for VEGAS!!!  Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-8525888455830112300?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/8525888455830112300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=8525888455830112300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8525888455830112300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/8525888455830112300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-you-again-and-again.html' title='Happy birthday to you again and again'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-7568299276282960667</id><published>2008-04-20T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:26:11.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sound Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have sound cards with my kindergarteners (picture a flash card with a letter, a picture starting with that letter, and the letter again). Anyway, we learned t last week. They should say, "t, teddy, /t/." And here's what one of my little darlings learned, "t, titty, /t/!" Can you imagine the conversation at home.&lt;br /&gt;Parent: So, what'd you learn at school today?&lt;br /&gt;Child: Mrs. Z taught me the sound for t.&lt;br /&gt;Parent: Really? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Child: t, titty, /t/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see me explaing that one to the principal?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-7568299276282960667?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/7568299276282960667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=7568299276282960667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7568299276282960667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/7568299276282960667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-sound-cards.html' title='New Sound Cards'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6710386358025830860.post-5258862470369069495</id><published>2008-04-18T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:02:01.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunburn'/><title type='text'>Sunburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monday I went in with a lovely sunburn - nice and red. Its one of those nice farmer tans (I know, I'm looking sooo hot with it)! Anyway, I picked up my 2nd graders and one them was looking at me and asked, "Mrs. Z, what is wrong with your arm?" I had to explain what a sunburn was. I was laughing and thought that would be it. No. In every group I picked up today someone asked about it. I liked my kindergartener's question, "What's that red stuff on you?" Like I painted it on me or something! One kid poked it and then asked, "Does it hurt?" Yes, yes it does. Would've been nice if you'd have asked that before you poked me. Thanks. Another asked me if I would turn white again. Apparently he's very concerned about this because he's asked me everyday if I'm white yet and then tells me he's ready for me to be white!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6710386358025830860-5258862470369069495?l=readingteachersrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/feeds/5258862470369069495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6710386358025830860&amp;postID=5258862470369069495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5258862470369069495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6710386358025830860/posts/default/5258862470369069495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingteachersrock.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunburn.html' title='Sunburn'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155578810281550285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LW1HWMZfBcU/SSbFYpy4J5I/AAAAAAAAADk/qZZKlvizHgg/S220/flowers3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
