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Irony, Preschool Style

18 Sep

During the first two weeks of preschool we really emphasize the importance of proper hand washing. 

We read the book Those Mean Nasty Dirty Downright Disgusting but…Invisible Germs by Judith Anne Rice.  This is a wonderful book with great illustrations on what an earache germ, a headache germ, a sore throat germ, a fever germ and the most downright disgustingest germ of all, the throw up germ, just might look like.  Rosa, the smart little girl in the book, knows how to get rid of those terrible germs and she sends them whirling, twirling down the drain.  We read this book over and over again. 

We practice coughing and sneezing into our elbow.  We show how germs spread by using glitter and shaking hands.  We talk about the proper steps for hand washing.  You know the drill… wet, soap, scrub (sing a little song), rinse and dry.  We are even growing germy bread for a science experiment. 

What is germy bread?  It’s a slice of bread (preferably one that doesn’t have preservatives) which everyone in the class touches with their dirty, moist little hands.  Gross, right?  Wait a week, and then you can be completely downright disgusted by those not-so invisible germs.

We should have those germs well under control, right? 

Sure.

Except that I’m the one who now has the sore throat germ, the headache germ, and the earache germ.   

Irony, preschool style.

Mrs. V

On Monday, I will not be surprised if I get asked by a student if I forgot to wash my hands.

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Waiting

6 Sep

anticipating

alarm shockingly ringing

school year beginning

Mrs. V

Pardon the dust

17 Aug

So after months of thinking about it, I have come to a decision about this blog of mine.

I’m going to keep it.

Are you thrilled?

But in order to do so, I need to do a little remodeling, revamping,  and well, re-whatever it needs.

I hope to be finished by the start of my 9th year of teaching preschool.

Mrs. V

The words in my brain

27 Mar

All day long my brain is filled with little snippets of ideas that I want to write about.  These thoughts flow in and out as quickly as I breathe.

If I were organized, I would write those bits and pieces down the moment they popped into my brain.  Then if I had the time, I would expand on those thoughts and write and write until the thought was an actual post.

Some people start rough drafts on their blogs and save them.  Not me.  I only write when I finally have a complete thought and the time to put it into the computer. 

I’ve always worked that way.

Even when I teach.

I always have an outline of what I want to teach and then I go with the flow.  I make up a poem or a song on the spot so that it fits the lesson that I am trying to teach.  All because of the words that float around in my brain.

I live in the moment, I guess.

At least I like to believe that I do.   Most people would say I save things for the last minute.

I do that too.

I have a lot of words I want to share, I just need to get them organized and put into complete thoughts.

Instead of waiting until the last minute.

Mrs. V

Transitions

28 Jan

How do you transition?

Do you scream?  Do you yell?

Do you stomp off and cry?

Do you do what you’re told and don’t ask why?

Do you even try?

Do you come when you’re called?  Or do you hide?

Do you say something snide?

Do you keep it all bottled up inside?

Are  you helpful?  Are you thoughtful?

Are you mean or quite possibly awful?

Are you mad?  Are you sad?

Or does this all make you glad?

Are you bad?

Do you stop and think?  Or stare and blink?

Or is your excitement just on the brink?

Do you smile? 

Or do you frown for a while?

Do you cross your arms and glare with style?

Do you anticipate what’s coming up?

Or maybe you just want to give up?

Do you kick?  Do you hit?

Do you throw a fit?

Do you sit?

It’s a hard job as you can see,

To conduct the Preschool Transitioning Melody.

Mrs. V