To Every Purpose

My journey to teaching began as a selfish impulse. I wanted to do something more meaningful and useful, but I also wanted more time for creativity. Yes, you read that right. I went into teaching because I wanted more time. Are you finished laughing at that yet? I was still giggling about it as I sat at my desk on Thanksgiving eve wrapping up dishes and a last minute IEP. Now as I write this,...

Leave the Cape, Pack the Pretzels

I saw the homework folder neatly tucked in the backpack and decided it was safe to zip the big pocket. The sound of merging metal teeth brought seven-year-old Thing2 flying out of his room and into the living room. "Wait!" he shrieked. "I left something in there!" "What is it?" I ducked, trying to avoid his flapping arms. "It's going to snow today!" Thing2 unzipped the big pocket an pulled out...

Crime and Punishment

  Thing1 is being punished.  He's being really punished for the first time in recent memory. For most of the last twelve years we've been pretty lucky.  For most of that time, he's been good-natured and willing to follow the rules we set down.  Infractions occur of course, but for the most part, they've been small enough that an empty, humorous threat to send him to military school puts a...

Circus Homeworkus

  Thing2, my six-year-old, is a miracle of motion. I am watching him flit from couch to chair to table to hall with a soaring grace that would put any trapeze artist to shame. Sadly, his first grade teacher has yet to incorporate acrobatics into any homework assignment.  But I figure I can get another sip of soda before tackling my daily feat of daring - talking his head down to the kitchen...