…and in the presence of others.
Mix a grunt and a grumble, a sneer and a frown,and what do you have? Why old Mr. Brown,the crabbiest man in our whole darn town.We all called him Grow-Up Brown;For years each girl and boy and pupheard “Grow up, grow up, oh grow up.”He’d say, “Why don’t you be polite?Why must you shout and fuss and fight?Why can’t you keep dirt off your clothes?Why can’t you remember to wipe your nose?Why must you always make such noise?Why don’t you go pick up your toys?Why do you hate to wash your hands?Why are your shoes all filled with sand?Why must you shout when I’m lying down?Why don’t you grow up?” grumped Grow-up Brown.One day we said to Grow-Up Brown,“Hey, why don’t you try growing down?Why don’t you crawl on your knees?Why don’t you try climbing trees?Why don’t you bang on a tin-can drum?Why don’t you chew some bubble gum?Why don’t you play kick the can?Why don’t you not was your hands?Why don’t you join the baseball team?Why do’nt you jump and yell and scream?Why do’nt you try skipping stones?Why don’t you eat ice cream cones?Why don’t you cry when you feel sad?Why don’t you cuddle with your dad?Why don’t you have weenie roasts?Why don’t you believe in ghosts?Why don’t you have pillow fights?Why don’t you sleep with your teddy at night?Why don’t you swing from monkey bars?Why don’t you wish on falling stars?Why don’t you run in three-legged races?Why don’t you make weirdie faces?Why don’t you smile, Grow-Up Brown?Then Grow-Up Brown, he scrunched and frownedAnd scratched his head and walked around,And finally he said with a helpless sound,“Maybe I will try growing down.”So Grow-Up Brown began to singand started doing silly things:He started making weirdie facesand came in first in the three-legged races.All day he swung from monkey bars,All night he’d lie and count the stars,He tooted horns, he banged on drums,He spent twenty bucks on bubble gum,He went to all the weenie roasts,And once he thought he saw a ghost.He got to be great at pillow fightsand went to sleep with his teddy at night.He flew a kite, he kicked a can,He rubbed some dirt upon his hands.He drew some pictures, threw some stones.Ate forty-seven ice cream cones.He got some sand between his toes,Got a loose tooth and a bloody nose.He got a dog, they rolled in the mud.He imititated Elmer Fudd.He climbed a roof (though no one asked),He broke his wrist- he wore a cast.He rolled down hills, he climbed up trees,He scuffed his elbows, skinned his knees,He tried to join the baseball team;When they said no, he spit and screamed.He cried when he was feeling sadAnd went and cuddled with his dad.He wore a hat that didn’t fit,He learned just how far he could spit,He learned to wrestle and get tickled,Sucked his thumb, he belched and giggled.He got his trousers torn and stained,He ran out barefoot in the rain,Shouting to all the folks in town,“It’s much more fun, this growin’ down.”
As the seasons and my bedrooms change, I decided to clean up my desk. This is something I think you will all enjoy………….
2 Spanish/Yellow Onions
2 Red Bell Peppers
10 Minced Garlic
2 Tblsp. Cumin Seed/Cumin Powder
3 Tblsp. Chili Powder
2-28 Oz. Cans Crushed Tomatoes
4-15 oz. Can Beans. Pinto, Black, Kidney
2 Cups Frozen Corn.
I Know Tapper would be proud. I am Maine-bound in less than two weeks and I can’t wait.
Sending love and Hugs.
6th grade, McCarthy Towne School
Sunday morning and part of me is thinking about Monday morning, and part of me is thinking about Saturday afternoon (Kentucky Derby), and part of me is thinking about summer and part of me is thinking about going on a long bike trip.
This is a view from my every-morning. My mom made that green bag in my crate!
Biking to school each morning makes me want to bike all day long. I have 4 more weeks of instruction with the kids this school year. I feel myself slamming into what can sometimes be a wall of reflectiveness. Wanting to do, and finding myself thinking instead.
Today, however, I feel full of do. & want to do, and do, and do. I am not sure where the next months will lead, but I am loving the sun on my porch right now. I am excited to go see what produce is at the Farmers’ Market, and looking forward to the final weeks with my kids. They are amazingly brilliant & my goal is that they all feel this by the end of the year. School can be so many things, I hope I can be a force for making it a positive place for my kids.
Our last few weeks will be centered around learning about ourselves as learners and also learning about advocating for what each needs to learn and make the most of school for themselves in the coming years. If you have any suggestions about games, activities, links, ETC, please post!
Gracias and love. & I went camping this weekend by a frog lake. All night the frogs sing- except when they ALL stop for 10 minutes or so and it’s silent. Suddenly, one, then, two, then hundreds are singing again. Nature is amazing.
& so are you.
I was at the bus stop today. Stood beside me was a man and next to him was his carer.
All of a sudden the man (not his carer) proceeded to facilitate me. This was an unexpected but brilliant moment that threw me for a second. I mean, nobody ever dares look at you at a bus stop, let alone talk to you.
Anyway after a solid conversation about the football team I support (he has 3 teams) we got onto the topic of the lottery (he enters every Friday).
He then asked an amazing question having just informed me of the numbers he would be picking for tonight’s lottery draw.
He asked “Are you lucky?”
I took the question quite literally at first and said I’ve never had any luck at the lottery. He had, having won £5 two years ago!
I got on the bus and debriefed myself.
I realised I am very lucky indeed.