creating an underwater environment for my classroom. (Note the origami turtle, swordfish, clutch of turtles, octopus, turbulent waves, and my favorite: the lobster. Whose antennae one of my kitties tried to gnaw before it went to school.)
It’s been a truly wonderful week, filled with joy as only third graders can bestow. A few of the best comments include me asking, “What is your favorite food?” (That helps me know them, and it elicits a myriad of answers.)
Dear Chloe said, “Long Noodle Soup.”
“Hmmm,” I replied, thinking about that for a minute. “Do you know the recipe for that?”
“Nope, it just has those really long, stretchy noodles.”
“Could you possibly mean Ramen?” I ask.
“Yeah! That’s it!” she said.
The Word of The Week is “strive.” After we discussed its meaning, I asked, “Can anyone give me a sentence using the word ‘strive’?”
Michael M., whose father is roughly my age, said, “I strive to play the drums like Neil Peart.”
“Hmmm,” I replied. “Who’s Neil Peart?”
“He’s the lead drummer for Rush,” Michael said. (Duh, Bellezza.)
It’s going to be a good year, I can tell already.