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Sushi, Burgers and Birthday Treats

March 1, 2010

Having been in the classroom for so many years, I have seen classroom treats galore.  Parents send them in for holiday parties, classroom celebrations…and birthdays.  Some parents know exactly what will tickle a little kid’s palate and keep a teacher happy.  Others…not so much.  I have had many favorites over the years – popcorn hands, cookies on a stick, ocean jello, dirt pudding (mine came with a daisy, theirs with a gummy worm), ‘puppy chow’ – and a few unfavorites.  I mean NOTHING creates more havoc in a classroom than a sheet cake that arrives with no utensils, no paper plates and nothing to cut it with.  Or a watermelon…just a watermelon.  OR the big plastic containers that have to be carried home on the bus by a five /six year old who is already weighed down with a back pack.   Probably my very favorite birthday treat was brought in by a mom – who arrived AFTER lunch and stayed to help serve it.  She had ice cream cone cupcakes, two tubs of frosting (chocolate and vanilla)  and two butter dishes – one with little round sprinkles and one with long, multi-colored sprinkles.  My students lined up and chose a frosting they liked, it was expertly spread on their cupcake cone, dunked the top in the sprinkles of their choice and went off to their seat with a napkin and a small container of apple juice.  Sweeet. 

And then there was the health conscious mom who brought in fruit kebobs….which became swords and light sabers as soon as the fruit was gone.  Ai yi yi.

I am really not trying to appear ungrateful.  Teachers LOVE to have their students share treats.  Really.  And with two kiddos of my own, I know how important celebrating a birthday with school friends is.  And besides, I sincerely enjoy making them…because Moms have given me so many good ideas.

When the Prince was a little guy, I found a wonderful cookie cutter of a hand print.  When he was two, we folded three fingers down before baking them and he took them to day care.  We did the same when he was three and then four.  When he turned the momentous age of five, we made ‘McDaniel Happy Meals’ – a little white bag with a burger cookie, potato stick ‘fries’, wax pop bottles and a tiny toy treat – for each of his daycare friends.  As luck would have it, the Fisher Price McDonalds we had given to a nephew/niece had been handed back so he had a Mickey D employee apron and hat to wear while he passed them out.  Too cute…..and he doesn’t remember it.

Since he is my child who doesn’t enjoy being ‘out of the box’, school birthday treats were generally things of the norm – cookies on a stick, regular cupcakes, Little Debbie snacks.  He once asked me WHY I couldn’t just go to the store and BUY cupcakes – like the other moms.  I don’t know?  Maybe because….I had too many classroom parties where they would just lick off the mountain of frosting, throw the cupcake away and then fight over lost rings and things that had adorned the top?

The Princess, however, LOVES  ‘outside the box.”  With an August birth date we would generally send in treats on her ‘Gotcha Day’ in late September.  Once, we searched on line to find the cookies we enjoyed while completing her adoption in Russia,  She took them to school to share.  We developed a ‘Gorp’ recipe that she loved.  When she turned seven, we found seven things to mix in a bowl and scoop into a bag with a ‘Birthday Gorp’ poem attached.  Seven things being Fruit Loops, Goldfish crackers, yogurt raisins, chocolate chips, mini pretzels,  animal crackers and Reese’s Pieces. That continued when she was eight and then nine.  We had to get REALLY creative when she turned 10.  She looked forward to it every year.

When they advanced into middle school they became ‘too cool’ for that kind of stuff.  A bag of Tootsie Pops was preferable.  And that was okay with me.  I was a little over the treat thing by then.  Until last summer. 

 Somehow I was commandeered into providing a snack for 54 Youth Police Academy participants, four times a week for two weeks.  Once again we cranked out the cookies, the granola bars, the popcorn balls, the Rice Krispie treats, the brownies and the Puppy Chow.

Then this fall, the Princess stayed after school to work on homework with a tutor for the school’s SNACKS program.  Budget cuts meant that the only snacks the student participants seemed to get were pretzels.  They’re cheap.  So we voluntarily supplemented that once a week with Rice Krispie Treats, chocolate covered pretzel sticks (rolled in crushed candy canes – yum!), brownies, cookies, apples…..and Puppy Chow. 

She plays basketball now and has practice every afternoon.  HOWEVER, she and sixteen other students will be retaking one of their standardized tests this week.  Someone lost the original tests.  Grrrr.  But she is taking these in for a treat when they finish each day.  Too cute.

Rice Krispie ‘sushi’ (with gummy worm centers and fruit  rollup  ‘wrappers’) and Burgers ‘n Fries (vanilla wafer ‘buns’ and GS Thin Mint cookie ‘burgers’ with potato stick ‘fries’) are sure to be a hit.  Our nearest McDonalds happily donated their fry sacks to hold them.  Too cute. 

And I know she….will remember this.


Martin Luther King Day Memory

January 18, 2010

Its not mine.  It actually happened in a Kindergarten classroom next to mine about 20 years ago.  I changed the names but you will get the situation.  Its my favorite MLK Day story….ever.

My teaching partner was trying to explain to her class about what the world was like when Martin Luther King Jr. was growing up.  She talked about discrimination in a way that five year olds could understand.  She explained that certain people were not allowed to ride the bus, could not attend the schools they wanted to and couldn’t even drink out of the same drinking fountains as other people.  They had to use different bathrooms and sit in special seating sections at restaurants.  She explained that some people looked at people differently back then…..because their skin was a darker color.   They were treated that way because they were black.  One child piped up, “Oh, like Ben!”

Benjamin A. – whose mother was Black and whose father was East Indian – straightened immediately, a frown creasing his dark forehead and his brown eyes flashing. 

“I am not Black!” he retorted.

So Benjamin H. immediately dipped his red head and studied his freckled forearm with interest.

“Well, I must be then…..”

The Woodwork

March 1, 2009

     I graduated from college in 1977 with a degree in Elementary Education.  There was an overflow of teachers at the time and I spent my first two years in the field as a substitute.  Actually it should have only been one.  After a year of a frustrating experiences as a substitute I had applied for a job with a new automobile plant that was opening.  I had decided that maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a Teacher after all.  Maybe it wasn’t in God’s plan for me to be there.  So I decided to go to work for GM, make some money to pay off my school loans and look for something else….some other direction for my life. 

      An unbelievable amount of praying went into that decision.  And then came a crossroads.  Very literally. 

      I walked out to get the mail one day that summer and found a postcard requesting that I report for a physical and a formal interview for the position in the automotive plant.  When I walked into the house my mother was holding the telephone with a call from a teacher at one of the schools I subbed in the previous year.  She was looking for someone to take a long term position subbing for her team mate in a multi-teacher classroom.   She had heard from someone else in the building that I was an excellent substitute.

      A crossroad.  Literally.

     I took the long term subbing position and discovered that there is so much that determines a sucessful day in a classroom.  I had a chance to build a relationship with students and other Teachers….to establish myself in a building.  It was the best six weeks of my career. 

     From there I finished the year as a substitute, was hired the following year for a classroom only to be established as a ‘reserve teacher’ along with along with a number of other first year hires when the district discovered tht they had OVER hired for the year.  As a ‘reserved teacher’ we were guaranteed or full salary and a classroom every day.  We were eventually slipped into long term positions and I finished half the year in a sixth grade classroom.  Laid off again, and another year of subbing, I decided to expand my job search to California and Oklahoma (where I had attended college).  I drove home from Oklahoma mulling over a series of interviews and job offers there, only tohave my Mother meet me at the door at 2 am with a telephone message from my old school district NOT to take the job out of state because they had a position for me. 

    Second grade.  Which I loved.  And it was the first group of students that I had taught from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.  Bright.  Beautiful.  And so much fun.  We discovered the dictionary together.  We would have races to see who could find a particular word the fastest….or find a word that belonged to a specific definition.  We raced through the required Math text book so we could do the ‘fun’ math stuff like…geometry.  We explored writing genres and learning centers WAY before they became vogue.  In fact, my principal asked me if I didn’t think second graders were too young to deal with ‘learning centers.’  Poor guy must be rolling over in his grave to see what is happening in KINDERGARTENS today! 

     Laid off again I spent the next year running a day care center for school aged children at a nonprofit facility.  The program added four new schools, bus pick up and drop off  and over 100 new students in the first few months of my arrival there.  It’s still my favorite job.  I didn’t have to teach anything.  Didn’t have to make sure the kids had the skills to pass any standardized testing.  I just had to keep the kids safe and happy.   I had to make sure the program would pay for itself.  I did my own billing.  I did the payroll.  I did my own hiring.  I trained the people I hired.  I started a networking group with other Latch Key programs in other districts.  We got together once a month to share ideas for activities, snack ideas and billing issues.  My aides had ‘family groups’ that they were to keep track of, to make sure they knew when spelling tests were taken, to help with homework and to serve as a bridge between school, daycare and home to remind kids what to tell their parents about school that day.  We did plays, played softball, created art works to rival the Masters and had a campout sleepover.  They had snow ice cream for snack…and purple cows….and mountains of carrot sticks.  I scrounged grocery stores for slightly brown bananas on sale, peeled them, cut them in half, stuck popsicle sticks in them, drizzled chocolate syrup over them and froze them.  We ran 6 to 9 am and 3 to 6 pm.  We were open on snow days and during school vacations.   Being nonprofit and in a nonschool facility we were able to do that.   The summer was devoted to a full day program for children between the ages of 3 and 12.  And there were two hundred of them at various times during the week.  It was glorious and turned me into a freaking work-a-holic.  Seriously.  And the next year I added a ‘Kinder Key’ program for twelve  students.  They were dropped off at lunch time and we spent the afternoon playing.  And reading.  And exploring.  My parents for this group were awesome.  They never knew what muddied, dirty, painted state their children would be in when they picked them up and they never cared.  They loved what we did.  And I took pictures to show them.  One day, after a ridiculously  heavy and short spring rain, I noticed some marvelous puddles in the parking lot.  So I blocked off the lot and set them to work creating canals, dams and waterfalls.  We made paper boats to float in them.  And after a multitude of warnings not to get their clothes wet, I turned around to find five of them sitting in a puddle as if it were a canoe, splashing their hearts out.  What a mess!  What a wonderful time.  And fortunately we had just finished a play so I was able to send them home dressed in ‘Tom Sawyer’ costumes with their soggy, muddy outfits in a plastic bag.  Too cute for a parent to be angry.   Trust me.

      After that year I was recalled to a teaching position.  I taught Kindergarten for five years, first grade for six years and then back to Kindergarten for the duration.  Last year I became the Technology  Teacher in my building.  I see 733 students a week.


Sixth Grade


Second Grade.

Latch Key


First Grade



     After 30 +  years in ‘the  business’  this  Teacher has seen a lot of kids pass through her life.  Some kids I will remember forever.  And living on the outskirts of the community where I teach, I seem to run into them all over the place.  In the drive through windows.  In the grocery store aisles.  At church.   In the same community theater/music production audiences.  At sports functions.  Serving me at the Chinese restaurant.  Bringing their own children to Kindergarten round up.   Yeah.  That one in particular freaked me out the first time.  And it freaks THEM out when I can still pull up a correct name.  It amazes me  at times too. 

     And there are current reminders of my longetivty in the teaching field.  One of my favorite Kindergarteners is preparing to marry the son of my current school’s secretary.  Her very best Kindergarten friend is doing her student teaching in my building…in Kindergarten.   And the teacher I did that very first long term subbing position for is now the administrator in the building where I teach.  The baby that was born during that break, her son, turned thirty last fall.  I remember his name too.

 They come creeping out of the woodwork.

 And I forget that…..which is why this always makes me cry.  Always.[