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the teacher is the learner.

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what an honor and a pleasure

it was

to have spent two days 

with intelligent caring educators from many places 

coming together 

to

share, discuss, question, wonder, listen,

learn from each other

about leading

 respectful, compassionate, joyful, creative, curious, playful, democratic classrooms

for young children

where they begin

to discover and grow a love of learning

about the world near and far

every experience

preparing them for what is beyond

this comforting place

they call school.

 

“the limit of your present understanding

is not the limit of your possibilities.”

-guy finley

uniform.

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 central casting must have had a hand

in a scene on our neighborhood street today. 

while waiting at the corner for the light to change

a mail carrier in his blues came by riding a bike

a doctor in scrubs walked across the street on her way home from the hospital

 a construction worker in a bright neon vest held the sign for ‘stop’ and ‘slow’

all crossing paths

all in uniform

I have to admit that I felt a bit left out and underdressed

in sandals and comfy clothes

although I suppose I was in a uniform too

that of a teacher on summer break.

 

“I always had a sense that clothes, be it uniform or vintage,

could help to create a character.”

-collier schoor

 

 

 

 book credits: naomi kleinberg, author – joseph mathieu, illustrator, google books, sesame street

my tribe.

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i knew it.

i was sure that i had found my tribe

with the arrival of my pre-kinders.

as a follow up to yesterday’s story

(where i discovered that i was a nelipot),

all it took was one recess

for me to find

a fellow 

barefoot member

among us. 

“each tribe has its characteristics, it is true.”

-john hanning speke

n is for nelipot.

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Relax

today, as i was walking out to meet our parents and children (most of them for the very first time), at our pre-kindergarten orientation, i noticed that one of my sandals suddenly felt very loose. in a twist of perfect universal timing, it was irreparably  broken. i experimented with walking in it, but wasn’t able to do so without dramatically dragging my foot along, so i took them both off.

while taking off my sandals i noticed what i thought was a water mark of unknown origin on the side of my shirt, and that i imagined would ‘quickly dry’ but was actually a grease stain of unknown origin, that happened somewhere between my car and my school and which in fact ‘never dried.’  

when i lifted my head up from my sandal removal, i noticed that the entire underside of my hair was now dripping wet, and i was breaking out into some sort of a heat rash on the back of my neck, as the temperature had quickly risen into the humid 90ish degree range.

my daughter texted to see how the day was going and when i updated her she replied,”it seems like i’ve had a text like this from you before.” yes, she might very well be right, as we’ve known each other since the moment she was born, and have certainly survived more than one misadventure in our time.

once the families were settled into our room, i  presented my part of the orientation barefoot, greasy, sweaty, and rash-y, the parents were chatty and friendly, and the children were excited and happy.  

i realized that one of my hopes this year is to show and teach my kinders to see mishaps more as simple misadventures, to take them as they come, while trying to make the best of them. i’m confident they’ll learn this in no time, as children naturally tend to be open, non-judgemental, and willing to let things, go just seeing what happens.  and best of all – we have a new vocabulary word:

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