teachers get little notes all the time that announce they are the best teacher ever. if you're a teacher you know of what i speak. but i have never had anyone make me an entire booklet featuring cats! this student was born in china and english is her 2nd language. she plays the violin, makes & sells pokemon wallets, and operates a candy store out of her backpack. a future entrepreneur if i ever saw one!
another one of my sweet girls wrapped some honeysuckle lip balm in bond paper. it came with a secret note. the day before she had me fill out a multiple choice form marking my favorite scent. when she grows up she wants to move to paris and start a bakery!
kelly made me a tiny book with a fimo coffee bean keychain. little offerings from good kids. touching.
we had a class discussion centered around our culmination theme today – follow your dreams. on the trite side, but i didn't choose it. i read to them about the 64 year old diana nyad who swam from cuba to the u.s. when she was 10 and in the 5th grade she wrote this:
My mother says that her father lived to be 79. Her mother's still living and my father's parents are still living. It would probably be a good guess that I will live to 80 years. Which means I have 70 years left to go. I want to see all the countries of the world and learn all the languages. I want to have thousands of friends and I want all my friends to be different. I want to play six instruments.
I want to be a great athlete and I want to be a great surgeon. I need to practice very hard every day. I need to sleep as little as possible. I need to read at least one major book every week. I need to remember that my 70 years are going to go by too quickly.
HERE is a wonderful clip of diana nyad talking about that essay.
instead of follow your dreams i've decided to have kids write about what diana's teacher had her write about 54 years ago. What Will You Do With The Rest Of Your Life. grandiose? sure, why not.
dear irene asked me in class this morning if i was afraid of dying, you know, since i'm 40 years closer to death than they are. i told her that all living things eventually die, including people, and no i wasn't afraid. then she asked me,
"but what will you do when your mom dies?"
only she didn't say your mom, she said mama moss. she's been following my instagram feed. some of the girls in the class found me a couple of weeks ago.
"she already did", i told her.
then i started to cry. and while i was crying i said, "this will happen to you one day. and you will cry about it. and it will be okay."
my 2nd crying incident in class. the first was in late february when i came back from 3 days bereavement leave. except at that time i only managed to choke out, "a family member died."
that's me, big old crying miss moss. whadda ya gonna dooo?
apparently, not a doggone thing.