1st Grade Observations
- Ms. Gonzales: Class do we remember Ms. H?
- 1st Grade: Yes
- Ms. Gonzales: Well Ms. Carroll is from Nazareth College and will helping us in the classroom just like Ms. H did
- 1st Grade: Hi Ms. Carroll
- Me: Hi everyone
- Ms. Gozales: *tries to segway back to activity^
- Jeffrey, 1st Grade Boy: She's prettier than Ms. H
- Ms. Gonzales: (after laughing)They're both very pretty Jeffrey, lets get back to dancing.
- Jeffrey, 1st Grade Boy: What? She is prettier
- 1st Grade: Yeah she's prettier
- Me: *sits in corner mortified for delaying Ms. Gonzales' lesson for about 5 minutes because the children couldn't stop calling me pretty*
First love: freckle mustache
Husband informs me that the 1st grade daughter reported hugging a boy at school. He didn’t see, but it was the first thing she said at pick-up: I hugged Ben and it was nice. He is visibly distressed by this, eyebrows raised, expectant stance as if to ask me what I intend to do to fix this horrible mess. I say this is no big deal and launch into an exhaustive interrogation.
Your dad is freaked out that your friend was hugging you. Your dad is crazy, you know that, right?
Tell me the story— what happened?
Well. We were playing. I asked Ben a question. He said yes. Then he hugged me.
Nice! What question did you ask?
I don’t want to say.
Really? Was it “Do you love me?”
Yes! OMG how did you know? [the girl is amazed at my telepathic powers]
Because what else would it be? And what else would he say but yes?
I go on to talk about my best friend (boy) in high school and how it’s nice and no big deal. Also, careful with the hugging at school. And don’t freak your dad out. Because driving dad crazy with worry is not adorable. She laughed.
Who was it? Do I know the kid?
I don’t know if you know him. His name is Ben.
Which one is he?
I don’t know how to say.
Does he have brown hair, black hair, red hair, or what?
He has blond hair with little stripes of brown.
What color are his eyes?
They are blue, and he has like this mustache.
A mustache? (Oh shit. Did I completely read this situation wrong? Oh shit.)
Yeah. Like a mustache made of freckles? It’s like he has a mustache made of freckles and it’s across his nose.
Oh. Is Ben with striped hair and a mustache made of freckles a kid in your class.
Will you show him to me tomorrow?
omg, i just found a poem i wrote in first grade for halloween.
I feel very weepy
The monsters are scary
The pumpkins are creepy
‘Tis the day they all come dressed up as fools
Like ghosts, bats, goblins or ghouls
I’d rather come dressed as a princess or fairy”
1) it sounds like i just learned the word ‘weepy’
1a) and ”tis’
2) the last line is a lie; everybody and anybody knows i’m still very much in my mulan the warrior phase
3) wtf wtf wtf this is so embarrassing
In the first grade, I was given an assignment where I was supposed to keep a journal of stories or events in my little first-grade life. It was a basic activity, meant to teach me about writing coherently, punctuation, word spacing, capitalization, all that jazz. Turns out, I didn’t learn much, because I continued to make the same mistakes throughout the journal. For three months, I called my friend Morgan “Mogan.” Three months. My first grade teacher obviously took great care in reading our journals.
I wrote about typical first grade concepts, like math:
Tens, Ones, and Hundreds
Tens, ones, and hundreds. How I love tens, ones, and hundreds. Because there hundreds of people in the world. Also because of place-value. Also because on the hudredth day school I had alot of fun. I love math, sometimes math is inportent because you figer out stuf and be smart. Also with MONNY! Without math we would not have toys to play with, and we would starve to deth without math.
I wrote about my soccer games:
My Soccer Game
Yesterday I played a soccer game, I played midfield and striker. We played agenst The Nitros. It was tiring but fun. You know what I got two more games this month! I am also poopted. Because when you play midfilder you have to run up and down up and down the fild, also because I had a game on Saterday and I went to Amy’s house.
I wrote books about my friends:
Chapter One: “Ooh! What’s rong Amber?” I said “Insider recess comeon it’s not that bad” said Amy, Krista, and Mogon. “Oo alrite I ges so. Good so lets play Bingo.” I said. “Mabye tomorrow” said Amy. BOOM “That is werd right when I said tomorrow it tundered.” Because tomorrow is the seacret word to the sea, and when you say it it thunders!”
Chapter Two: “Bingo!” said Krista and Amy “for the therd time you have won. It allso is anoying.” I said “Yah it is no fun to” said Mogan. “How do you know Mogan” said Megan “maybe you think so but wood about the ones hoo have not won at all”
Chapter Three: On the weekend I thot about what happend on Wednesday. This is what I thot. Tomorrow, friends, bingo, others. “What happend?” I said to Amy (Amy came over) on Sunday I was stil thinking. it was raining. “Hmmmmmmm” then it hit me. “tomorrow” I said.
Chapter Four: BOOM! I ran to school. I wend to Mrs. Landeck’s classroom and said “tomorrow” it did not thunder. I found out that when it raining it only thunders.
Apparently, I also fancied giving life lessons about thunder and the importance of letting other people win. What baffles me is the fact that I spelled “tomorrow” and “Wednesday” perfectly, yet got “maybe” and “who” wrong. The mind of a seven year old befuddles all, I suppose.
I wrote fantastical stories about animals:
Gigi the Soccer Player
Once thar was a tiny puppy named Gigi, she was only two months old. “I am never gona be a soccer player” said Gigi. “Do not worry, I think someday you will be as good as Mia dog Hamm” said her mother. Mrs. Becky Landeck adoped Gigi. One day Gigi was invited to attend a soccer party for Anna ’s birthday and she lerned to play soccer. Also she was as good as Mia dog Hamm.
I also wrote about the harsh realities of life.
Right now at Amy’s house I am going crazy. Because my sister is being anoying, Amy is running around with nothing to do. Being crazy is NOT fun. Well I have to go, bye, bye.
Looking back, I did not spend very much time at poor Amy’s house. In fact, I think I only went there once. I actually spent much of my time at home. However, I was convinced that I was going to be a singer/artist/author/movie star/fashion designer, so I was taking extensive care to prepare for my future. In fact, I even came up with tracks for my first album (I say “tracks,” but in reality all it was was a list of songs I intended to write at a later date, when I would be better at rhyming). My songs would cover a variety of relatable, popular themes, such as love, heartbreak, loss, and having fun.
- Love Will Never End
- Rocken and a Rollen Girls
- My Heart is Gon
- Hugs on You
- Where is my Book?
- Love is in the Air
- Care for Each Other
- Runnin Around the World
- Up Down All Around
- Winnie the Pooh
- Step Into IT!
I was so prepared for the music business.
Eventually I think I came to realize that I was not as popular as I had thought I was. No need to pity me though, because I made up my own friends. I was part of the oh-so-prestigious “Club Cool.” That’s right.
Club Belonger: Anna
Club Members: Annie, Laney, Jenny, Summer, Coco Dokoo, Pooh.
Club Rules: No giants, no boys, no pooping, have fun!
Materials: markers, crayons, animals, people, and cloths.
I was the club belonger, meaning the club belonged to me. It was mine. I was so cool. Laney and Jenny are actually real people – but I’m pretty sure they never had the knowledge they were part of a secret club. The existence of Coco Dokoo remains a mystery.
Twitter Follower Assignment
For my twitter assignment, I chose to follow Kathy Cassidy, a first grade teacher in Canada. Kathy seems to follow other elementary school teachers and educational professionals, as well as mothers and coaches. In analyzing the people that Kathy follows, I would say that she utilizes twitter as a resource for her classroom and for networking with other educators. She is constantly micro blogging about her classroom and teaching strategies, and asking for imput and suggestions to make her teaching process more effective. I was very impressed when I saw that Kathy has never blogged about any of her students. I have also noticed that she follows many popular education departments and organizations, which I would guess she uses to keep up with current trends within the field of education. I would say that Kathy is an efficient teacher that cares about her classroom and her students, and is always looking for ways to improve and excite her teaching.