tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26823650076577295022024-03-12T18:10:38.845-07:00Adventures of a Middle School TeacherAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-84392610218441020792013-09-24T17:26:00.001-07:002013-09-24T17:26:28.456-07:00My favorite parts about Colorado...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two months have gone by since I moved from New Jersey to Denver, Colorado-- two months since I picked up and moved 1,770 miles from home. I still can't believe that I left my family, friends, job, and life in New Jersey--not to start over, but to start living my life out West. And I couldn't be happier living in the most beautiful place I've ever been, "colorful Colorado" as it has been so appropriately named. Colorado is most certainly colorful and breathtaking and unbelievable and fun and inspiring. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are just a few things that I love about the place that's quickly becoming my new home:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love the vast, open skies--the way they shine bright blue or burst with orange and yellow and indigo flames, the way the Rockies reflect their light in the distance, the way beams of light peek through the clouds so subtly, yet so boldly at the same time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love the way the sun reflects off the water, the way the swans sail through the water at Wash Park.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love the bright flowers at the farmer's market on Pearl Street, how they draw me in every Sunday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And how the sunflowers make a home on my window sill in mason jars, reminding me every day that the little things make me happiest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love the brightly painted houses-- turquoise and red and worn brick lining the streets, with couples holding hands on porch swings.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love the bright green grass, and sitting in an open field tasting Colorado beers and laughing and smiling with friends, new and old.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love the reflections on the buildings that line the Denver skyline, the way the mountains are always in the distance no matter where I drive. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-36381713637171454862013-06-04T14:26:00.001-07:002013-06-04T14:28:36.025-07:00Slice of Life Tuesday--The Backpack SwapAt 3:07, the final bell buzzed and a frantic child ran through my classroom door. "Ms. S. I took the wrong backpack! I took Josh's by mistake! We have the same exact backpack! I don't know what to do!" Clearly devastated over the loss of his backpack, Michael and I decided to rummage through the sixth grade hallway and beyond in search of Josh and the missing backpack. However, Josh was nowhere to be found, and neither was the backpack.<br />
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Since we were having little luck, Michael ran to the office to see if the backpack was returned by some chance; but he returned looking worried and was empty-handed. Michael then began to look through every locker in the locker room, where his backpack last was, and every lost and found bin. After looking in all of the places that the backpack could be, Michael was convinced that the backpack had met a dark end. I told him, however, that it had to be a just a simple mistake and that Josh must have his backpack since he had Josh's. Michael continued to panic, though, worried that he'd be in trouble at home for losing his backpack. <br />
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I explained to Michael that it wasn't the end of the world. It was going to be okay. It was just a backpack after all. Even after explaining how I lose things on a daily basis, Michael didn't buy in.<br />
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"Well now people are spreading rumors that I stole Josh's backpack!"<br />
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As I tried to calm down an exasperated Michael again (which I've learned can be a very challenging thing to do), I heard footsteps coming our way. Josh appeared at our classroom door! A big, toothy smile appeared on Michael's face and he jumped for joy (literally), and then hugged Josh.<br />
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Josh explained that he grabbed the wrong backpack by mistake, and he went to Michael's mom's house first to see if he was there, and then went to his dad's house because Michael wasn't at his mom's, and finally decided to try his luck at school. <br />
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As I watched the boys giggling over the "backpack swap" and the relief on Michael's face, I couldn't help but be reminded about why middle school is the best age to teach. My sixth graders are a mix of sweet and zany and dramatic and comical all in one--and they care so much about their missing backpacks and about helping out a friend--the best mix there could be!<br />
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Today was a big day. I officially told my school that I won't be back next year. I'm leaving New Jersey, the only place I've ever lived, and moving out West to Denver! And although I can't wait for a new start and new adventures, and lots of beautiful scenery, I can't help but reflect on the things I'm leaving behind to make this big move...</div>
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I'm going to miss my family--my parents, little brother, grandparents, and yes, my dogs. They've been a constant source of love and encouragement and support. I wouldn't be able to get through a single day without them. </div>
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I’m going to miss my classroom--the biggest classroom I've ever been in, the one where I've spent more time than any place else in the past two years; the place that's almost become a home away from home; the place where there has been a lot of giggles and smiles and bright colors and mistakes and success.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-50121647866969514732013-05-14T17:22:00.002-07:002013-05-14T17:58:42.158-07:00Slice of Life Tuesday--DetentionOh how warm weather, the end of testing, and summer just on the horizon can transform a classroom.<br>
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Needless to say, the past few days have been a struggle in my class. My kids are craving summer--they're tired, burnt out, and long for lazy summer days, vacations, and NO SCHOOL! There are still six weeks left of the school year and so much more to learn though! But try and explain that to a group of rambunctious--yet fantastic--12 year olds! <br>
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As I try to muster my way through the finish line on June 21, my students are dragging behind. They've been overly chatty and cranky and silly and sometimes rude, and that was especially true today in room 204 during 6th, 7th, and 8th period. Hence, today's "detention"!<br>
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Boo-hoo, maybe you should've thought about that every time you turned around to talk to your friend while I was teaching--I think to myself. Then I guiltily remember I'm a respectable teacher and I shouldn't be thinking things like that, but hey, I just can't help it after today.<br>
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I ask my kids to tell me why they think that we're here for detention. Silence. I stare at the clock. Then a few hands. One students says, "<i>Well there are certain people in this class--not saying any names-- that were being rude and wouldn't stop talking--not me though!</i>" I explain that it wasn't just a few select kids, but in fact, a large majority of our class. I explain that we've got over a month left of school and we want to end it on a great note--not with detentions and frustrated students and certainly not cranky teachers who are normally cheery and smiling.<br>
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Another student explains that sometimes they can't help talking because "once one person starts, it spreads like a wildfire in block!" Hah, that's a good way of putting it--and he used a simile--so that makes me smile. These kids somehow manage to always win me over.<br>
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I ask ,"What can we do to make our classroom run more smoothly? What can I do to help?" We brainstorm some ideas.<br>
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I remind them, "We still have 6 weeks of school and we've got so much more to learn, so let's try to do our best together! I've got some things to work on myself. Last time I see you for detention? Deal? Promise we'll all, <i>myself included</i>, try a little harder tomorrow?"<br>
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Harmoniously they shout, "okay" and bolt out the door so fast I can barely make out a goodbye. <br>
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So, I'm hopeful that tomorrow will be a better day--for teachers and students alike--when my students try to be better behaved, and their teacher a little more patient and understanding, and certainly less cranky.<br>
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Wow--what a month this has been! It seems like it was just yesterday that I was debating about whether or not to participate in the Slice of Life Challenge. I'm so happy that I took it on!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-62902051481385038462013-03-30T06:58:00.000-07:002013-03-30T06:58:48.182-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #30<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="cm_base_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px;">My students are doing such an amazing job writing their slice of life stories. So far, I've read some excellent slices--and the comments, especially have been great--very positive and encouraging. I think that the commenting is probably their favorite part of slice of life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="cm_base_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px;">It was a normal Saturday up at saddle ridge riding center. The big bare trees around the barn and pens were whistling in the wind. Frosty air bit our noses and toes. (leather boots </span><span class="cm_exp_content" id="cm_exp_content-6035792" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;">aren't as warm as they look!) Horses were walking around in their stalls, people were petting their soft noses, and thankfully, it wasn't wet. As my family's car rolled up to the barn, I had high hopes. I hadn't even touched a horse in a few months because we had been away for ski weekends and was hoping for a good riding lesson that would make me look foreword to the next one. </span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Soon, we met with my teacher, Barbra. She gave us a big smile and took us and the horse that I would be riding today, Toby, up to the ring. He was big and the color of a flame in the sunlight. He always looked sad, staring at you with his big black and brown horse eyes like he was thinking 'give me a carrot please!" I mounted his tall back and Barbra told me to walk around. After a few minutes of that, I put my feet into my stirrups and at her command, started to trot in half seat. Half seat, for those who don't know, is a position on the horse when your feet are in the stirrups and your hand is holding the horse's mane. It's sort of like the position jockeys do for racing. </span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Anyway, I was trotting in half seat which isn't a really stable position on the horse, when Toby, the horse fell. I don't mean he wound up on his back, but he stumbled onto his front knees and I, as you might have guessed, fell off. One moment, I saw Toby on his knees. Then I blinked. Then, I was falling. Then I blinked again. Then finally, I was on the ground, and Toby was standing over me. </span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />For one terrifying moment, I was afraid that I was going to be stepped on. That was probably the reason why I got up so fast. Barbra came rushing over to me.</span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />"Are you OK?" She asked.</span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />I nodded. She looked at my eyes.</span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Can you wiggle every thing? Do you remember where you are?"</span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I nodded.</span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Good!" she said." That was a pretty crazy fall! I would actually call it one of the few ones that was actually Toby's fault and not yours!"</span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I looked over at Toby to make sure he was OK and fortunately saw him looking at me expectantly as if to say can we do that again?</span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"That was lucky on both of our accounts!" I thought.</span></span><br />
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<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Comments:</span></span><br />
<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">B. That was a great story. I could really picture Toby falling to his knees and you falling behind him. I also liked the way you used dialogue in the story. I hope you don't have another fall with Toby.</span></span><br />
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<span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">E. I loved how you told us what Toby was and who was Barbra. Great job on your slice of life!!!!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="cm_exp_content" style="background-color: white; color: #111111; display: inline; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px 1px; opacity: 1; visibility: inherit;">Ms. S.: Zoe, this was a great slice of life! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;">I really liked how you described what the horse looked like--</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;">"the color of a flame"--wow! I got such a strong image in my mind of Toby. He must be a beautiful horse.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;">W. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;">This was a great slice of life, i especially like your remarkable description, like how you</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;">described when Toby fell and how he was right above you. I could actually visualize what was happening. Excellent story!!!! :) :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Z. Wow that sounds so scary!! I'm happy your'e OK. You had me in suspense!!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; line-height: 14px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My students are awesome. And there are so many more great slices coming in by the day! Even my kids who have been struggling all year posted some really great slices--full of details and their thoughts and emotions. I'm a happy teacher on this beautiful Saturday morning!</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-37646277109798608792013-03-29T17:02:00.001-07:002013-03-29T17:02:23.817-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #29I love to cook. I think if I hadn't become a teacher, I might have gone to culinary school. My love for cooking probably came from my mother who is an excellent cook. Family parties and holidays have always been centered around lots and lots of good, homemade food--always made, with love, by my mother.<br />
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As a kid, I was always in the kitchen with my mom--either sitting and watching her cook or making my way in there myself to try, usually only resulting in an utter mess in the kitchen. Those moments are some of my favorite memories I have with my mother.<br />
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Just like my mother, I never measure anything and I can't follow recipes. I just taste and add and add some more until it comes out just how I like it. Not that that method has always worked for me, but I'm learning. Baking, on the other hand, I have no patience for. Too much measuring and following recipes precisely and making sure not to forget about how many more minutes are left before everything has to come out of the oven. I've burned more chocolate cookies and cupcakes than I can count at this point, and I've pretty much given up. I just stick to cooking.<br />
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Dear Mr. Christopher Paul Curtis,<br />
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I am writing to inform you that something most miraculous occurred over the past few weeks in my class--all thanks to you.<br />
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You have changed the lives of a group of students (and I'm sure many more) in my class. In fact, you have transformed four rambunctious, eleven-year old boys into readers--a seemingly impossible feat I myself have struggled with all year. After try and try and try, I just couldn't find the right book that could magically make these boys want to read--I mean, really want to read.<br />
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And then, I assigned them <u>Bud, Not Buddy</u> and everything changed.<br />
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You gave them a character they loved--Bud, and a story they couldn't stop reading. You surprised them, made them laugh, and gave them so many wonderful ideas to bring to their lively book club discussions. You gave them their "favorite book ever"!<br />
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You even made this group fight a bit over who would read <u>The Mighty Miss Malone</u>, <u>The Watsons Go to Birmingham</u>, and <u>Elijah of Buxton</u> first from our classroom library. They even had to make a list of who was reading what and when it had be finished by, so they could swap books--because they are that serious about your writing!<br />
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Your book was the greatest gift my students, and I, their teacher, could ever receive. I can't thank you enough. What would we do without authors like you in this world?<br />
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Yours eternally grateful,<br />
Ms. S.<br />
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P.S. expect another letter soon from four enthusiastic boys from room A-204!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-7154454065825758312013-03-26T14:56:00.000-07:002013-03-26T14:56:43.438-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #26<span style="color: #111111;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 14px;">A list of some random/cute/interesting/funny things that I observed today in 6th grade:</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One student (during <i>quiet</i>, independent reading time) screams: "Ahhhhh, I just got to the surprise part in my book! I've been waiting a whole 136 pages for this!!!! " And then proceeds to tell his entire book club group what happened--not a happy group, to say the least.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One group in my social studies class brought poster lights (which I didn't even know existed) to put on their Industrial Revolution poster--and we had to turn off all the lights to see the poster flashing and <i>ohhhh</i> and <i>ahhhhh</i> at how cool it was. It was necessary.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I overheard two girls discussing what they wanted to write their slices about, with smiles on their faces.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My afternoon block begged me to let them take the social studies test tomorrow, instead of Thursday, because they felt super ready--and I told them they were going to rock their test!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A sweet 6th grader, whom I don't even have in class, said good morning to me and held the door for me and asked if I needed help carrying all of my bags.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was crazy hat, hair, everything day--and I teach sixth grade, enough said.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I graded several feature articles--and one student wrote all about <i>pickles</i>, yes, pickles, and it was best topic I could imagine!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I watched my class working together so well today--like we're all friends, like we're a big family.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I walked down the 6th grade hallway and was rammed into by about 5 kids--because in 6th grade, we have no concept of where we're walking/if we're going to walk into anyone--we just walk as if we don't have a care in the world.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was told by a student that my missing hall pass was lodged in a toilet in the boys' bathroom--and then he proceeded to ask if I wanted it back--umm, no thanks!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">During writing workshop, one of strugglers said, "This essay writing is actually getting easier" and it made me smile.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kids crowded around my desk to hear a silly story I was telling another student after the bell rang--instead of taking a four minute break to socialize with their friends--and they love those four minutes.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One of my students said, "Thank you, Ms. S!" and another, "Have a nice day, Ms. S!" after leaving class--and they do this every single day.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What a great, and always interesting, day in sixth grade. :)</span></div>
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But the best part of this already has been that the student in my class that dreads writing--really dreads it--one of most reluctant writers, posted the first slice! How cool is that?!<br />
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So, I've been sitting with my computer up since after school waiting to see if my kids would post any slices today. After looking at the first few, I realize that some of their slices are going to need some work for sure. We'll have to go over again tomorrow in class what makes a good slice and I'll have to show them some more examples. But I think this is going to build an excitement for writing overall in my class, and I can't wait to see how my students are going to grow as writers the rest of year because of slicing!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-14355518719633452912013-03-24T17:45:00.000-07:002013-03-24T17:45:20.929-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #24<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've decided that I'm going to start Slice of Life in my writing workshop class tomorrow! I'm currently working on creating a blog for my class. We have a blogger section on our class website, so it's going to be great for this! I'm so excited for my kids to get started, and I can't wait to read what they're going to write. I think I'm even more excited about them commenting on each other's posts. I know my students are going to love that.<br />
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Well, only a short slice for tonight--I have lots to do for tomorrow at school. I'll post about how it's going soon, I'm sure. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-50256040474289932272013-03-23T16:13:00.002-07:002013-03-23T16:18:05.891-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #23<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This morning I had to get my hair done. It needed to be cut and colored so badly. I generally avoid getting anything done to my hair, until it absolutely has to be done. For some reason, getting my hair done stresses me out. I think it's probably because I've seen and had some pretty scary outcomes from drastic dye jobs and hair cuts.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">There was a time when I was blonde and a time when my hair was almost black--my hair's been pretty much most shades of the rainbow--minus blue and purple and green. It's been short and very long and somewhere in between. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">And I've even dabbled in being a "hair stylist" myself. I remember one time when we were on a family vacation, I attempted to dye my sister's pretty light brown hair to blonde and it did not go so well. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 23.99147605895996px;">Her hair turned pretty much as orange as a carrot. Not a pretty sight. </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">Lauren was in tears, her prom was two weeks away--of course, and we had to make an emergency appointment at a local salon to fix the </span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 23.99147605895996px;">havoc</span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"> I had </span></span><span style="line-height: 23.99147605895996px;">wreaked</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"> on her head. Three</span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 24px;"> hours and 200 dollars later, she emerged with a slightly lighter, fried head of orange hair--now about the color of orange </span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="line-height: 23.99147605895996px;">sherbet</span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">So you can see why my level of stress rises as I enter a hair salon. And I know this is not normal--most people enjoying getting their hair cut--it's relaxing they say. But I'm not fooled by that guise.</span><br />
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<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">When I think I might have an idea about what I want to get done, I'm never sure if it'll look okay on me and my hair stylist never seems to know either</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 24px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My hair usually doesn't come out as I expected/hoped, and </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">I never leave the salon looking like a model and/or celebrity, which I always think will happen when I walk into the salon</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #222222; line-height: 24px;">The lights in salons can be deceiving--everyone's hair looks shiny and beautiful and the perfect color--until you walk outside in the sunlight and it looks totally different</span></li>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">Anyway, I tried to go in there today with a open mind. Maybe I'd try a new 'do, I thought. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit; line-height: 24px;">But then I remembered how my sister's hair had turned out that time and thought I should probably just stick to something simple--and I did and I'm happy with it. Yes, it pretty much looks exactly the same as before, but a few inches shorter. But nothing drastic occurred and my head feels lighter and I feel happier, so I guess it was a success, after all.</span></div>
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One of my goals this year was to incorporate more projects into my social studies class. So with almost every unit we've done, I've tried to develop some sort of project. I think its really important that kids get opportunities to work as a team, problem solve, and just be creative. Not to mention, a project seems like it's just what my kids need. My students are starting to "check out", and I think they need a little bit of a break in a way. A project is well-needed right about now in our class.<br />
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Right now, we're studying the Industrial Revolution and have learned about lots of important inventions and inventors. For this project, the students are working with a partner to further research an invention from the Industrial Revolution--the one that they think is the best. Then, they're going to create a poster advertising their invention.</div>
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To get the kids hyped up about the project, I told them that they had just been "hired" by a prestigious advertising firm and their "job" was to work as a team to create and design a poster that would convince the public to buy their invention. Any time my students have to get into character or are given a "job" for a discussion or project in social studies, they'll all about it! They get excited about some of the silliest things. That's what's so great about sixth graders! </div>
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We were off to the library today to research our inventions! And my kids did such a great job! We had a successful day in social studies researching and gathering information and working together and giggling and learning a lot while having fun. I'm excited for Monday to see their projects start to come together!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-77704339908727898432013-03-21T18:45:00.003-07:002013-03-21T18:47:43.161-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #21Tonight I've decided to tackle grading the papers that I've been putting off for some time now. They have to get back to the kids. I have to get them off my mind, too.<br />
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But for some reason, I feel like my pile of papers is only growing by the minute, not shrinking like I'd hoped. So much of what I'm grading is writing intensive, and it seems like it's never ending reading and commenting and responding. It just takes me forever.<br />
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I have a stack of feature articles to finish, reading journals to grade, personal essays to look through...and other assignments coming in at the end of the week to be graded too...no!!<br />
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Even though grading can sometimes make me grouchy, I usually stumble across something a student wrote that's really sweet and makes me smile or something ridiculous that makes me laugh. <br />
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I love the comments in their reading journals like, "I love the book I'm reading right now!! You should read it too! Thanks for reading my letter. I hope you enjoyed it reading because I sure enjoyed writing it!" These types of comments make me smile and also make me realize that my sixth graders are slick--they know just what to say to win their teacher over! :)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-8581284760988277732013-03-20T21:20:00.000-07:002013-03-20T21:20:56.825-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #20<span style="font-family: inherit;">My day:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Woke up too early to finish school work</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Book clubs in language arts--lots of discussing and noise and smiles--a happy, productive class</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Cozied up in my pajamas...feeling exhausted</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Woke up at 12:07--oh no! Didn't write my slice but I promised myself I wouldn't miss a day!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Back to bed...zzzzzzzzzzzz</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-7437218012570735002013-03-19T18:40:00.000-07:002013-03-19T18:44:55.088-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #19<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Though I generally avoid malls nowadays, today, I had to stop by the mall and make a return. After taking about twenty minutes to park and walking past crowds and crowds of people, I made my way to one of the few stores that I really love--<i>Anthropologie</i>. </div>
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Everything in this store is so, so beautiful--from the floor to the ceiling--I mean everything. Yes, the clothes are pretty outrageously priced--but the interesting window displays, bright home decor, and clothes that hang like artwork on the walls make it feel like a visit to an art museum. There are so many interesting pieces to look at...and wish I could buy.</div>
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I could wander around this store for hours just looking in every corner, admiring all of the beautiful things. Stopping here today made me not so secretly wish that I could win the lottery or marry rich just so that I could afford everything in the store! </div>
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Until then, I'm going to have to settle on shopping in the sale section and admiring the artistry and creativity without buying it. Or perhaps it's time to get a second job working there! </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's only two days away until the first day of spring--probably my favorite season of the year. But where are the birds chirping, flowers blooming, and warm, sunny days? They've currently been replaced with snow in New Jersey. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I thought Puxsutawney Phil had forecasted an early spring! What is taking so long? Why more snow?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Since I'm clearly longing for spring and sick of this snow business, I Googled "how many times has Punxsutawney Phil been right?". Yes, I really did Google this. I stumbled upon some interesting results...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">According to </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">http://www.groundhog.org/groundhog-day/groundhog-news/about-groundhog-day/-</i><span style="font-family: inherit;">-Phil's predictions have been accurate 100% of the time. I find, however, it a little hard to believe anything from a website that promotes a groundhog club and groundhog </span>souvenirs<span style="font-family: inherit;"> including groundhog cookie cutters, </span>groundhog <span style="font-family: inherit;"> travel mugs, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px; text-align: -webkit-center;">Groundhog Brew Coffee (Phil's Blend), and groundhog day hot sauce. Clearly, I've spent a good deal of time on this website.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Continuing my research in hopes of a more accurate source, I found that according to <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">http://earthsky.org/earth/groundhog-day-2013-how-accurate-is-punxsutawney-phil, </span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Punxsutawney Phil has only been correct approximately 39% of the time. Just as I expected. I had my hopes up for weeks, only to be let down by old Phil.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Even though my favorite parts of spring may not arrive just yet, I am going to try and enjoy the snow nonetheless. It's actually a pretty beautiful sight outside right now. The roads are lined with a dusting of fluffy snow. No one has driven down my street all night, so it's a pretty undisturbed, peaceful sight.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Until then, I'm still awaiting spring! And still holding a grudge against Phil!</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-33703279536670953022013-03-17T18:35:00.001-07:002013-03-17T18:37:37.487-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #17<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm calling it quits for the night. A day spent lesson planning, reading, and studying has left me tired and ready to relax for the rest of the night. I'm ready to unwind, cozy up on the couch, catch up on some T.V., and scoff down a large bowl of pistachio ice cream--yumm.<br />
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What I didn't finish today can always wait until tomorrow...and I'm perfectly okay with that tonight.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-59733984833004277182013-03-16T19:44:00.000-07:002013-03-16T19:49:57.906-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #16I love bookstores. They make me happy. Especially the children's section, which is always the brightest, cheeriest spot to be in the whole place. I don't know what it is about the kid's section--maybe it's the colorful book covers or cozy nooks where you can read or the laughter and smiles of children running around with their new books.<br />
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Today I spent my afternoon at a local Barnes and Noble, checking out the collection of children's books. After grabbing a stack of books to look through, I sat on the stage in the kid's corner and read for a bit. It was really nice--and relaxing. As I read, I observed the scenes unfolding in front of me...happy children rummaging through books, parents curled up with their kids on the floor sharing a good book, and the wonder and joy on children's faces as they became so wrapped up in the story they were reading.<br />
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It was a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-20314211217897240592013-03-15T17:07:00.001-07:002013-03-15T17:26:55.616-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #15My desk is a total disaster! Papers and books and nick-knacks pile high-- piles grow larger and larger by the minute! I rarely am even able to see the desk itself! At this point, I've learned to navigate through the mess-- oh it's under that pile over there, on top of that stack of papers, wedged in between there somewhere. It's a sad story, but true. I've just become so used to it.<br />
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My desk is at the point of no return. No amount of organizing, cleaning, or straightening up will help. I valiantly attempt to tackle this nightmare every day, but it only lasts for so long. <br />
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Here's a list of things I'm feeling thankful for:<br />
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Having a family that supports me<br />
Friends that keep me sane<br />
My cozy, oversized, red flannel pajamas<br />
Good books--the ones that make me want to be right there in the story<br />
Co-workers who support me when things aren't going so well<br />
The bright yellows and oranges and reds of sunrises and sunsets<br />
The ability to see and hear and touch and feel<br />
Rainy days--because they can lead to rainbows<br />
Laughter on a hard day<br />
Almond and Sea Salt Dark chocolate<br />
Barnes and Noble's childrens' corner<br />
Lazy days<br />
The kindness of strangers<br />
Challenges--because they help me become a better person<br />
Naps on days like today<br />
Dakota and Ginger and Eleanor<br />
The ability to travel and see new places, meet new people<br />
Sunshine through the clouds<br />
Genuine smiles<br />
Good health<br />
Life<br />
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This puts things into perspective...<br />
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me of my favorite </span>cafe<span style="font-family: inherit;"> in Rome that I used to go to when I lived abroad. Every day, I would stop there and order a steaming cappuccino that always warmed my hands on my cold, </span>wintry<span style="font-family: inherit;"> walk to school past the </span>Colosseum<span style="font-family: inherit;"> and all of the beautiful sights in Rome.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0.5in;">Though this little place can't really compare to my Roman cafe, I still love it. And today, I couldn't help but notice the</span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: 0.5in;"> happiness on the other
customers' faces as they devoured their chocolate croissants, sweet and savory
crepes, and coffee in the largest mugs I've ever seen. It seemed like everyone in there was <i>just
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As I went to the counter to order, I noticed the beautifully arranged
pastries, brightly decorated cakes, and delectable-looking baguettes. Even though I've been there many times before, I can never decide what to get--because everything just looks that good. So I usually stop and stare and debate and then decide and then see something else that looks even more delicious and then seriously consider ordering one of everything and then finally decide on about five different treats. </span></div>
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But today, I had a different strategy--I looked around the cafe to see what everyone else had ordered. I thought that might make my decision easier. I noticed a woman, smiling ear to ear, eating a crepe, sipping on a latte, and laughing with a friend. Whatever she was having I wanted--it looked too good to pass up. So, I asked and she began to rave about her strawberry and Nutella crepe. After hearing that, I knew what to do. I ordered the same...and a cappuccino. </div>
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red strawberries were carefully spread onto the delicate crepe. When it arrived at the table, I took a bite of
it and big gulp of my </span>cappuccino. It couldn't have been more delicious. Even though this wasn't Rome, I couldn't help but feel like all of the other customers there: </span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">happy</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">--<i>just plain happy</i>.</span></span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-73147293972562273982013-03-12T17:58:00.001-07:002013-03-12T18:17:02.017-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #12I'm not sure why, but even after taking a day off yesterday, I felt exhausted and drained and ready to crawl into pjs at 4:00 today when I got home--which is just what I did. <br />
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It's hard coming back to school and getting into the groove of things again after taking a day off.<br />
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But I guess a day off is usually not really a day off when you're a teacher. Yes I slept in, yes I relaxed a little, yes I finished the book I was reading, yes I wondered and worried about how out of hand my students could potentially be for my sub. And yes, I put off thinking about school and planning for most of the day.<br />
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So after my day off...and then late night of planning, I think I ended up more tired than if I hadn't taken the day. But, nonetheless, I was happy to be back today. I missed my students yesterday!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682365007657729502.post-12900771064799376982013-03-11T18:24:00.000-07:002013-03-11T18:25:06.418-07:00Slice of Life March Challenge #11I was organizing and rummaging through old pictures today and came across this. The third-grade version of myself wrote this about why my dad was the best...<br />
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I must have been pretty wise at the ripe old age of eight because this describes my dad to a T. <br />
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Because it's my dad's birthday today, here's my twenty-something year old version of why my dad's the best...<br />
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My dad is...<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Always there, always listening, always caring, always encouraging,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Always watching, always cheering, always guiding, always teaching, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Always selfless, always gentle, always patient, always proud,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Always the person I hope I can be just like, someday soon</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thanks Dad, for everything. Happy birthday.</span></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15677622694567872541noreply@blogger.com5