Blessed are the teachers… …who open 15 thermoses, pudding cups, and yogurt tubes at lunch for they shall learn to eat their own lunch quickly. …who have difficult parents for they shall learn the fine art of delicate conversation. … read more.
It was the time of year when the yellow school buses come out of hibernation. They roam the land, swallowing student clusters in the morning, and spitting them out in the afternoon. Today was The First Day. The pencils were excited, but nervous. … read more.
The end of the year is in sight! However, there is always that last, looming pile of paperwork and gaggle of goings-on to scale before you lock your door for the final time. Here is a dose of funnies to get you through —one teacher’s collection of Gr. 3 conversation scraps that were sprinkled throughout her year: … read more.
The day was not going well. The two boys had hounded and pestered each other throughout the morning, and the Special Ed. Assistant listened one last time. Abandoning the academics, she took them out to the empty playground for some social skills work. The goal: to practice positive put-ups, and to carry that practice back inside for the rest of the day. It worked for awhile… … read more.
As one of the first items on the supply list, how could we survive without our faithful yellow #2’s? And what will happen as a result of them? “Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” “I can’t find my pencil.” “The ones in my desk? No, those six are broken.” … read more.
Outside, a bus rumbled to a stop. Voices swarmed into the hall. Bang, slam, clomp, clomp, stomp, stomp. Quietness fled as the classroom door opened. The Gr. 3’s were back from a field trip. … read more.
Have you attended a spirited church/school staff or board meeting lately? Here is one you may want to avoid: … read more.
A staff member and two younger boys who shared birthdays were being honoured during a school wide event. The staff member leaned down and spoke to the Gr. 1 student standing in front of him. … read more.
In preparation for school departure each morning, a teacher always hung his jacket in the same place, with wallet and keys in the same pocket. One day, however, the jacket was gone. He couldn’t be late to school—he was leading staff devotions. As wallet and keys eluded, anxiety rose, peace fled, family members were late to work, steps were retraced. “Check the trailer—you were out there yesterday”. A mad dash revealed the jacket, with wallet and keys inside. … read more.
(Adaptable for a skit) (loosely based on the January 2012 article from Learn. Teach. Lead., regarding Mayo Clinic’s suggested strategies for getting stress under control) 2 Corinthians 7:5 Paul was stressed? Yes. Many times. That may make you say, … read more.
If you’ve spent any time in the northwest, then you’ve observed the plethora of precipitation options. Given that, it’s always a bit exciting to check the variable verbiage on the daily forecast, just so you can dress for the weather. Here are some predictions which will never appear: Rain with no clouds. Sunny with a chance of clouds … read more.
Do you ever long for the simple faith of a child? Do you wish you could believe what the Bible said was true—just because--instead of being filled with questions and uncertainty? Read on. … read more.
We teach positives and negatives in many subjects, as in Math, Science, and Literature. Sometimes we even receive them, free of charge, from parents, coworkers, and family. How should we handle these? Very carefully, or they will become positives and NEGATIVES. … read more.
During a professional development day, staff learned about the 5-Point Scale (K. D. Buron & M. Curtis). Number 1 (green) is your optimum sunny disposition. Number 5 (red) is your terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad self, with other colours, numbers, and actions between. … read more.
The school alarm had gone off at 4 a.m. (It’s OK to laugh if you weren’t the one phoned at 4 a.m.) An intruder? No. A vandal? Wrong. The real culprit? … read more.
“Mrs. Zildenhoffer, Wilfred is chasing me, and he’s going to hit me!” One look at Wilfred, and you know he won’t back off easily. He’s in a crisis mode. “Wilfred, breathe.” Just breathe, Wilfred. In and out. In and out. That’s it. In a bit, we’ll go on to the next step in the behavior plan. But for now… … read more.
The shrink-wrap is barely off of the new school year, and the smell of wax and new white board markers rule the air. Staff members dribble in for their meeting before the students arrive next week. Some flop gratefully into a chair. Others fidget, glancing at their watches. Listen in on their various thoughts as the principal begins. … read more.
Can’t…do this anymore. Can’t…handle it. Too much…stress. Why did I ever come here? Afraid…so…afraid. Must…hide. Can’t…let them find me. But where? Here…they’ll never look here. Can’t see me…from the window in the door. It’s dark…quiet…. … read more.
The Gr. 1 class counted their 100 footsteps out the door to the asphalt area, clutching their bags of 100 items. Their instructions –line up the items beginning at the end of the asphalt. And they’d better keep at it—it might rain. 1, 2, 3… … read more.
A teacher rarely gave breaks to her international students, but could see that they needed one on this day. “OK, class, you have five minutes to walk around, talk a bit, and stretch.” After a stunned silence, a student said, "I'm not sure what I think of this. I think maybe you're testing us." Later in the day… … read more.
Not teaching, that’s for sure… Teacher: “Class, has anyone seen the black white-board marker?” (I really want to start the lesson, but I’m tired of things not here when I need them. I’ll just ask this simple question and we can get on with it.) Student #1: “I put it back this morning!” (Wow—guilt! Though I did take it, the important thing is it’s out of my hands now, so please don’t accuse me.) … read more.
t had been a rainy year. Our unpaved school parking lot was a small mud pit. However, I didn’t realize just how muddy it was until I arrived that Monday morning and saw the elephant giving himself a bath in one of the parking spots. “What’s with the elephant?” I called to a coworker who was schlooping through the mire with her school bag. “Which elephant?” she called back. … read more.