|The final game of the regular Academic Team season pitted my Cedar Key Sharks against daughter Emma's Bronson Eagles. |
We played on her turf and split the day with a JV win for her and a Varsity win for me.
I almost had to forfeit when the scheduled bus driver for the 30 mile trip dropped the ball and forgot she had a trip that day.
Lucky for me, another bus driver finished her regular route and zipped back to pick us up for the trip to Bronson.
It was a fun match playing against kids I had coached for years and against my baby girl.
Maybe a bit surreal too!
|One corner of my messy "teacher table" in my classroom.|
That's Zick in the aquarium. She is growing beautifully and loves to bask under a herp light that sits atop her cage.
I am predicting a shed very soon as it has been awhile and she is obviously getting bigger.
The Macro-Herp I hinted at yesterday was supposed to be a 5 foot corn snake, which would have been blogworthy, but instead it turned out to be a nice 5 foot grey rat snake. Now there must be about a million grey rat snake posts here on PF, so I didn't rush to get a photo of this snake.
It's just visiting the class and belongs to one of the 5th graders who Zick entertained in a classroom visit back about a month ago.
Yesterday, I intercepted my first "passed note" since coming to Cedar Key.
Now, I see and hear EVERYTHING in my classroom ... but I don't SEE and HEAR everything in my classroom.
Okay, class, who knows what that means?
ANSWER: You pick your battles.
A traveling note between kids who are on task and getting the job done is generally not SEEN by me.
A traveling note that has taken priority over the work to be done is definitely SEEN ... and removed from the system.
I have a file going back decades with great notes, some sad, some hilarious, some shocking.
This one was "noteworthy" only due to the Mayberryesque topic that was being discussed.
"Hey, I don't know if I can go with you to the cane grinding this weekend..."
A 21st century school note between two sweethearts about a date at the cane grinding.
I love this place.
I'll end with this note, stuck to a locker just outside my classroom.
Who said letter writing is a lost art?