Fourth Grade, Without a Net

Aeroshell Acrobatics Team

Anne was telling me about her school day last night at dinner. It sounded way more frenetic, even by my recent standards. I’ve been working hard lately, as opposed to hardly working, but this post is all about Anne and not me. The centerpiece of what I grasped at dinner was an Inquiry class exercise. Inquiry is what we dinosaurs would have called science and social studies, back in the day.

This was a cooperative learning strategy called Quiz-Quiz-Trade. Anne takes a sheet of Inquiry vocabulary words and their definitions, cuts them up into slips of paper and then folds them in half. One slip is distributed to each student. The class then stands up and with hands raised to signal willingness they somehow manage to partner up, “I had my hand up and Joey walked right by me.”

Once partnered up, each partner shows their mirror either the vocabulary word or its definition and expects the opposite. This is the Quiz-Quiz part of the exercise. If they both answer correctly, then the slips are traded and the partners go their separate ways looking for new partners. If the correct answer is not given then we enter the Tip-Tip-Tell phase of this exercise. The questioning student first offers two tips and then if necessary tells the answer.

The kids had worked hard and had been promised some free time on the computers as a reward. This is a valued treat, but time did not permit it. As the kids were lining up to catch their buses home, one young girl asked about computer free time. Anne, adhering to the law, No Child Left Behind, had to tell her not this day.

The AeroShell Acrobatic Team has been performing for over twenty-five years, amassing thousands of hours in front of airshow fans all over North America. Members of the team performing in St. Louis were Gene McNeelly, Mark Henley, Steve Gustafson, and Bryan Regan. They fly the agile AT-6 Texans, which were used as the primary platform for all U.S. airmen in World War II.

Do-Dew-Doo-Due-Da

Anne’s Seagull Feather on the Sand

Anne was teaching her class the spelling of the different words that sound like ‘do’. She stared out with ‘dew’, that stuff that falls on the lawn in the morning. This elicited quite a few giggles from her class. Backing up and putting her mindset at the ten-year-old level, she amended her previous statement with, not that kind of ‘doo’. Moving on, she introduced ‘due’, as in your homework is due tomorrow. No giggles this time around.

A Master’s Salute

Lake Boats Meet at Sunset

Anne started her long-term substitute-teacher position on Monday. The regular teacher has left on maternity leave and won’t return until January. So, for the next three months, Anne will be one of the four fourth grade teachers at the elementary school. This will mean a whole lot more work for Anne, but it does come with a significant bump in pay, teacher’s pay that is. 😉

Anne was given a school Mac laptop and she already has homework. She has twenty students of her own, some of them she is still learning their names. She’ll also teach round-robin fashion two subjects, science and social studies, to some of the other classes, while other teacher(s) cover other subjects with her students. One lucky scheduling quirk is that she has first period off. The students do art, music and gym during that period.

The big difference with this assignment as opposed to her regular substitute teaching is that for next three months, she’ll be working with and teaching the same students. She will do parents-teacher conferences later this month. At the end of this month comes Halloween and a possible costume party. As a floating sub, holiday parties are one aspect of teaching that she doesn’t get to do too often. Then there is Thanksgiving and Christmas too. Whoops, I mean winter break, with traditional ethnic songs and customs. To say that Anne is very excited about all of this, would be a huge understatement. It will be a great challenge, but I sure that she is up to the task.

Keeping Those Balls in the Air

Anne Green Rooming at KWMU

Monday should have been an easy day for her. I mean she only had a half-day of work, but it was in the morning and it involved preschoolers, double indemnity. She was horizontal on the couch when I came home and I’m pretty sure she was trying to read with her eyes closed. She is on the sixth book of Diana Gabaldon’s Scottish lass series of historical novels. Only one more to go, before she starts the next series of Gabaldon’s Scottish novels.

In the afternoon, she drove over to U City to reconnoiter the polling place she is going to work next week. It is a special election, a virtual rematch between the two Democratic candidates for State Representative for the 87th District. This special election is unusually on a Monday and not a Tuesday, begging that old saw that Democrats should vote on Monday and Republicans should vote on Tuesday. In this instance, this ‘joke’ is not election fraud, because there are no Republican ballots in this special election. The winner of this special election will ‘likely’ become our State Rep, since there was no Republican candidate.

Anne walked up to the elementary school that will be her polling place next week. The front door was locked, but she eventually got buzzed through to the office. It was a madhouse. The regular secretary had been out for two-weeks and the social worker was substituting for the sub-secretary while she was on lunch break.

Anne patiently waited until the phones subsided, then she asked her questions, where will the polls be setup and where should she park. It took a phone call to answer these questions and there were additional interruptions. A woman came in to say that a bunch of balls had been washed down to her street’s sewer grate and could someone please pick them up. The sub-sub-secretary said that it would happen.

On her way home, Anne passed this ball filled grate. She stopped, loaded all the muddy balls into her trunk and drove back to the school. This time there was a teacher herding her kids through the front door. Anne asked for help and the teacher detailed two boys to her as help. While they were unloading, the two boys observed that they had never seen any of these balls before.

Knock! Knock! U City police for Mrs. R. 😉

Ducks A Quacking

Anne at the Getty

Anne set her ducks a quacking this morning. The ducks are her iPhone’s alarm. She is working at the elementary school all this week and has to get up extra early. The elementary school is the first of the four schools in the district to start classes. All four schools share the same set of school buses, so one of them had to go first.

Did You Survive?

Chinese Fan Lanterns

Yup, but it was dicey when [brother] discovered that the Pretty Ponies were playing in the Hot Wheels cave.

School officially started on Wednesday, but Anne got her feet wet on Monday. Our neighbors had simultaneous work commitments and this time of year has a paucity of baby-sitters. In desperation they asked Anne if she could watch the children. She of course said yes.  Older brother and younger sister, Anne has substitute taught both of them. Plus she has lived next to them for all of their lives. Hot Wheels and Pretty Ponies aside, Anne was the center of attention.

The bus! The bus! The B-U-S!

On my way into work this morning, I passed the elementary school kids lined up at the corner, with a few of their mothers, all awaiting the imminent arrival of the school bus. Today was their first day of school for the new school year. Passing by, I could see that the excitement was palpable. 

The tans will fade, but the memories will last forever.

School didn’t start today for Anne. Even though she is a most excellent teacher, it would be a bit of a let down to draw a substitute teacher on the first day of school. Have no fear though, in just a few days the early morning call from the sub-scheduler will come. Anne has already lined up a long-term substitute job, starting in October. She is excited about this challenge.

The Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. ~Russel Baker.

Vacation leave has all been spent and school has restarted, heralding the return of Fall. This summer was a hot one. Fortunately, for this last week the heat has relented. There is rain predicted for tomorrow and the forecast for this weekend looks positively cool, highs only in the seventies. It sounds like Fall. It sounds positively lovely.

When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream, glides away.
~ Sarah Helen Whitman