Pencil Shavings...At school today, we celebrated being at school for 100 days. It was a whirl wind of a day, and I still feel like my head is spinning a bit. We crammed a lot of fun action into a day, let me tell you.
However, as I sit here...all I can remember of the day is the small interruption of two of my students fighting over pencil shavings. I'm pretty sure that when I was in school, pencil shavings were not considered gold...they were garbage...unless they were shavings from my crayons, and that's a completely different story. Nevertheless, today when I had to console a child who came to me crying after he was caught 'red-handed' trying to steal another child's pencil shavings when they fell on the floor, I could only shake my head. If only pencil shavings were such a commodity in the real world, I'd be rich.
However, as I sit here...all I can remember of the day is the small interruption of two of my students fighting over pencil shavings. I'm pretty sure that when I was in school, pencil shavings were not considered gold...they were garbage...unless they were shavings from my crayons, and that's a completely different story. Nevertheless, today when I had to console a child who came to me crying after he was caught 'red-handed' trying to steal another child's pencil shavings when they fell on the floor, I could only shake my head. If only pencil shavings were such a commodity in the real world, I'd be rich.
On a lighter note...I believe I am also 100 days smarter than I was 100 days ago, I hope.
