Y: Miss Ala. Miss Ala. K poopy me! Translation: Miss Sara. Miss Sara. K called me ‘poopy’! I miss that kid πŸ˜‚πŸ™„πŸ˜Š

Little People with Big Emotions

This past few months have really made me appreciate myself as a teacher. We have our ups and downs but sometimes when bigger things come into our lives, we do not really know how to handle it right away. As an adult, I admit, I do not know how to handle some of the things…

this was one heck of a week class observations teacher evaluations getting ready for conferences meeting deadlines transitions- criers, complainers, elopers, loud talkers 3-minute bathroom break = lunch break but no lunch quiet time does not equate to quiet time LITTLE PEOPLE dealing with BIG EMOTIONS paperwork, paperwork, paperwork Our butterflies hatched πŸ›πŸ¦‹πŸ˜Œ

Picking Flowers (and weeds)

I bet my children’s parents never have to worry about weeds in their yard. Because these kids…. they pluck every beautiful flower (or weed) they see. Instead of playing they’re busy picking flowers for their mommies and daddies ❀❀, wiping their pollen-stained hands on their clothes, their hair whipping in the wind, their eyes shying…

Once Upon A Windy Day…

Kids: Ms. Sara…. it’s really windy. Me: I know! Hold onto yourselves so you don’t get blown away. Holding onto their hats and scarves, some of the older ones look at me puzzled while the younger ones look at me in amazement, as if to ask Can that really happen? πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜„ Β 

“There are no seven wonders in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.” – Walter Streightiff

Something I have to remind myself everyday since my sheep have a tendency to wander away from the flock… some more so than others 😊

My New Classroom

I am starting out this new school year as a Head Start Teacher and will continue to learn with little people.