pretty annoyed and talked to her during recess duty about it. I told her I was having a hard time letting it go. I mean she really did wreck a perfectly great writing lesson with the incessant sobbing. After lunch we were both cheered up and the afternoon progressed on an even keel. During Reader's Workshop, I introduced our vocabulary venture word---grimace. The Thirdlander cheerfully offered the sentence, "I had a grimace on my face for most of the morning."
I replied, "Yes, and I had a grimace in reaction to your grimace." She thought that was hilarious. Truth be told, I'm still a bit annoyed about the whole thing, but I know I can get past this. I need to let it go and honor the true words of Thich Nhat Hanh:
"Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything - anger, anxiety, or possessions - we cannot be free."