so in first grade, my teacher had what i would now call a ‘discipline board’ (i’m not sure what she actually called it) for all of the kids in our class. we each had a duck with our name on it and at the beginning of the week, that duck started out flying high in the sky. each time you got in trouble, the duck got lowered down a level until it was just sitting on top of the water if you got in trouble enough times.
i got my duck moved down one time and it’s one of two times i ever got in trouble in my academic career. needless to say, i don’t remember much about first grade, but i remember a girl named selena teaching me the macarena, and i remember that duckboard.
i think i need a real life version of a duckboard in my room. not for discipline, but for life. goals: keep that duck migrating all year.