Today, I bring you a bouquet of wonderfulness, plucked by my own hands from the bounty around me, gathered with care and bound with a length of twine I found in my kitchen drawer:
A video a student sent me, just because she knows I love animated shorts, and this one was beautiful and sweet and wonderful.
A student, who loves to play with language, becoming excited when I explain appositives, shouting, “I call those COMMA TWINS!” [see what I did there?] Which, for the record, is absolutely BRILLIANT.
That same student, who gets super excited to be noticed, basking in the spotlight because we then introduced “comma twins” as a literary term.
A group of fourth-graders who somehow stumble both onto the idea of “oxymorons” and “fatal flaws” within the space of a single hour lesson.
A fifth-grader who thinks it’s cool that I don’t care if people know how old I am, after I explain that today is my half birthday and that officially makes me forty-eight-and-a-half.
Turkey barley soup, served up for lunch out of a favorite mug.
Second-graders coming to realize that not every kid has everything they need to be healthy and happy.
A kid who notices an appositive in her book and thinks to email me a picture of it.
The musical videos a student sent me of him playing the ukulele with his sometimes-willing brother at his side. Oh, the beauty and the joy that he radiates.
There were so many other flowers by the side of the road it was tough to choose just a few.
A good problem to have.