She Said I Had a "Dream Class"

I wasn't planning on writing a "Part II" to my last post.  However, I received many more than a few posts about how important manners are to all of you... and a few bemoaning the manners of today's children and the fact that our schools are not doing enough to help with the epic proportions of disrespect and gratitude among our children today.  Just wanted to let you know that a few teachers are doing their part, yours truly included. 

A few days ago, I had quite a scare in my classroom:  I thought my computer had a virus.  I totally teach through my computer and Smartboard.  Horrors!!!  The IT person from the district (God bless her!) finally came in the midst of my teaching my fourth graders and had to interrupt me to ask questions throughout the twenty or so minutes she was there.  When she left, she commented to me, "You have a dream class.  I have never seen such polite students."

She is right.  I do have a dream class.  (Sure, they drive me crazy sometimes, but they are nine and ten-year-olds!)  In all my years, I have never had a bad class.  Never.  As a whole, I have always had a good, if not dream, class.  And I'm going to tell you why.

1. I expect my students to have good manners.  I expect them to say "yes, ma'am" and "no, ma'am".  If they don't they have to repeat themselves until they do.   My class discipline letter states this as well.  In it, I tell the parents that it conveys an atmosphere of respect.  Our town has many northern transplants, and I have yet to have any parent complain.  I also tell them that I expect "please" and "thank you" from each student as I will use those words with the children as well. 
2. Our classroom rules are created by the students.  Every year, we come to the conclusion that all rules are based on treating others with respect and showing them good manners.  Therefore, the class always includes one that says "We will only say things to others that will make them feel good."  (Too bad all the kids from those horrible Disney and Nick shows don't follow that rule...)
3. Whenever we have a speaker/visitor come to our class (we've had three so far), I have every student write a "thank you" letter.  We brainstorm on specific things we learned or enjoyed from their visit.  Every letter must be at least five sentences and share how much they appreciated the visit.  This teaches gratitude and showing it to others.  The children love hearing about how much the recipients enjoy their letters - and I get a writing grade!
4. I am "Mom" from 7:30 until 2:15.  I will love them like a mom, and only expect the best from them... like a mom.  Sometimes when I get onto them, I tell them, "I'm treating you just like I treat Sumter and Jackson."  They laugh and say, "That's because you are OUR mom from 7:30 until 2:15!" 

Now I can't speak for all teachers - or all schools for that matter.  As a matter of fact, I wish our school had more to say about manners.  But I can't wait for everyone else.  I have double duty as a parent and teacher.

And... I love having a "dream class".

Thank you for the ride...

My sweet friend, Mama Henley, just blogged about "rules" her family had growing up.  It reminded me of one rule my family had.  It so sticks out in my mind:  Always thank the person who gives you a ride home.

I can remember practicing with my mother.  "Goodbye Mrs. So-and-So.  Thank you for the ride!"  It must be genuine, and our tone must reflect our true thanks.  And it was said every... single... time an adult other than our parents brought us home.  My sister and I were in numerous carpools for church choir, ballet, gymnastics - you name it!  It became rote.  And it still is... now for Sumter and Jackson.

I feel like my own mother, reminding them "don't forget to thank Mr. or Mrs. So-and-So for the ride!"  And they always remember.  I know, because Mr. or Mrs. So-and-So tell me.  We parents notice these things, don't we?  We notice gratitude and good manners.  We notice when our children show thanks.

Yes, we do... and we notice when our children's friends don't...

Tuesday's Kitchen Inspirations

Here 's a picture that inspires and
makes me smile every time I see it!

It was at a casual fundraiser for the Gamecock Club here in Aiken.

A Wii Just for Mii

You won't believe what I did this past week.  I bought ANOTHER Wii.  Yes, another. Yes, we have two. Actually, the only gaming system our family has in our house is a Wii, and Santa brought it two years ago.  No Play Station, no X-Box.  I have a big issue with kids... well, that's for another day.  We got the Wii because the kids would be active while they are playing the games.

LAST Christmas I got the Wii Fit.  Oh, I was so excited!  The board was so neat, and I could do all these fun exercises and activities.  So my Mii was a little fluffy...  That was OK, because I was going to slim that little blond Mii down.  And I did... for a while, as we brought the Wii downstairs from the playroom and I got all set up in my lovely living room.  I went crazy... for a few days!  But guess what Sumter got for Christmas that same year???  Guitar Hero (with the drum set) for the Wii.  And because there was no way in h@*$ that all that stuff was going to stay downstairs, the Wii went back up to the playroom.  The nasty boy playroom.  Yuck.  Do you know how hard it is to get motivated to exercise in "the nasty boy playroom"?  Very.  I didn't last long.

So my Wii Fit got very dusty, and I got more fluffy.
(This isn't Mii, but you get the idea!)

And now I can't get my fat derriere in my cute Lilly skirts from last spring and summer (or even the two that I bought from Rue La La at $49 a pop).  Mon dieu!

So I now have a Wii of my very own... and not in the lovely living room so that the boys are tempted to whine that they want to play downstairs (remember they have theirs in "the nasty boy playroom"!), but in my beautiful boudoir.  Ah... I close the door... and karate, box, hula hoop, and lotus to my hearts content.  Because, heaven help us... we now have two Wiis.  And I'm going to get back into my Lillys if it kills Mii.

     

Plus  

 

Equals...

 

Three Little Dots...

 First, I am definitely on the mend!  Thank you all for your sweet, sweet, sweet comments.  My bout with the dreaded stomach bug was definitely the twenty-four hour version... and for that I am so thankful!  I am able to go to Sumter's last basketball game and, perhaps, spend some time outside in these glorious 60s degrees temperatures.  (Can you believe that last weekend we had five inches of snow???)

Which brings me to something I have realized about myself... I love "three little dots".  See, I just did it!  (Actually, they are called ellipsis points if you want to be grammatically correct.)  Don't believe I am an addict???  Look at the title of my blog:  "It's a Golden Day..."  Told you so.  I know they aren't the best for formal writing, so I never use them there.  But they add so much when writing my blog, or an email, or on Facebook.  I have to really control myself on Twitter... damn those 140 character limits!!!

But I don't think it's just the "three little dots" I love.  "Three little exclamation points" (!!!) and "three little question marks" (???) also score big in my book.   What is it about "three"?  I'm guessing it stems back from creating center pieces and arrangements with my mother... and what she told me:

 "Never use an even number of anything when arranging.  

It never looks right.
Three (or five) give it just the right punch."
  

And so I use three... because five would be just too much, don't you think?

Not So Golden...

OK, so I'd love to drop more than a few pounds,

but curling up in my bed (as well as spending quality

time with the porcelain god) is not my first choice

in how to get there.

Praying for a better day tomorrow...

Tuesday's Kitchen Inspirations

I have this to the right of my cooktop on my island in my kitchen. (I'll show you the one I have on the other side another day...)  As I make pancakes every morning for the boys, I am blessed by this message from Lamentations.  It reminds me that every single day, God grants us grace and mercy over and over... and over and over.  What an amazing promise to start the day with!