The Artfuls

I've been in my office for about 7 days in a row getting summer school reports ready.  Our school probably has the highest percentage of kids who are being "invited" to summer school, cheerfully renamed summer reading camp.  The reports take a long time.  I've been doing the reports and lunch duty all week.  Lunch duty's getting pretty loud, I"m not going to lie.  Somehow the peeps have figured out that school's ending any second now, and they're pretty jazzed.  The end of the year is crazy, but I like all the field trips and picnic lunches and scrapbook making and artful learning inquiry centers.  I wish every week could be so active.

Preschool invited me in to watch kiddos making their original creations.  Their concept is PATTERNS and each kid designed a pattern and then they were putting various stones into plaster of paris to make a pattern tile.  I was doing great, staying plaster free, until I decided to walk a kid over to the sink to wash up.  He accidentally used my shirt as a paper towel and I had plaster all over my shirt and stylish black pants.  It was fun telling people that I got plastered at school. (I only said this to the adults, though).  To the kiddos I explained about plaster of paris. Later I heard a firstie tell her dad, "Dr. H. got pooped on by some parrots."   I straightened that all out, so that's good. Come on kid, get with the program. Some vocab instruction may be needed, not sure.

The basic point of this story is that the end of the year is miserable in many ways and absolutely delightful in other ways.  I'm done with reading camp reports, so I'm ready to go back to data entry.  Heading in.