April 30, 2019 - Tuesday
35 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road

Unless you'd want to see pictures of dull, wet, soggy, everything, there aren't any photos today.

Boy, talk about good timing, I sure lucked out for subbing these past two days. Yesterday never saw forty degrees and it rained and snowed from sunup to sundown. Had I not been in school, I'd have probably spent the day holed up in the recliner by the wood stove staring at the tv, drool dripping off my chin.

The twelve first graders I'm in charge of are a good bunch of munchkins. They're active, love to learn, are active, love to sing, are active, have brains like little sponges that soak up everything, are active, want to help, are active....

Naw, it's not that bad. I laugh at their individual personalities and I often try to imagine what each will be like in ten years when they are juniors and seniors in high school, then twenty years from now as adults. 

I do think that if I were young and thinking about becoming an educator, I'd give the younger elementary grades a real shot. My entire public school experience was spent with mostly junior high and high school students. I don't regret those years in the least, but I can see the rewards that are reaped while working with mini munchkins. 

I was asked the other day how I could work with such little ones after being a professor and working with not only undergrad, but mostly graduate students. My answer:

The only real difference between the two is that twenty and thirty year old's don't ask to go potty nearly as much and are usually more adept at tying their shoes. Otherwise, they're about the same.

I was home yesterday by mid afternoon and decided to forgo my usual walk. The wind and rain didn't look favorable for a leisurely stroll, so I opted to remain inside and feed wood into the stove. Sargie was home soon after and we had a nice, quiet, evening.

My bride is off until Friday, but I'll be out the door pretty soon for another adventure-packed day in the land of bobkitties. I know we have math workshop this morning which means that if we're forced to count past ten, I may have to take off my shoes and socks and include the piggies in today's lesson. 

Reading and writing, spelling and language, are my strong suits, but when it comes to arithmetic, I'm grateful to have all ten fingers and ten toes.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...