1. We've been making a fairly obvious Transitional Kindergarten project.
    Lions and lambs to go with the March expression- "in like a lion out like a lamb."
    Or in like a lamb out like a lion? 

    It may not be predictive, the expression, but in my Southern California classroom our recent weather has been a bit exciting. Nothing to compare to the political winds chilling the nation, but interesting enough for young children eager to learn why we say what we say.

    Here's some cute pictures:








     Memory of spring takes me to childhood.
     I learned my first adult sounding poem in fourth grade from Mrs. Dubois. Her father was the state poet laureate. Not a great poet-I ought to go read him now-I might find it better. But I read him in our newspaper. She was a year from her retirement. He was in his 90s then and she took care of him. Probably she was about my age now, or maybe 64. I'm 56. She had us recite poems. I'd swear I knew every word of this poem by heart, but I'd be wrong. This poem I recall as "First Spring" but it is First Sight and is by Phillip Larkin. 

    This is how I recall it, which I think is important because I rather like what I did to the poem over my many years. 

    Lambs that learn to walk in snow
    When their bleating clouds the air
    Meet a solemn stillness
    Know nothing but a soundless glare
    All they meet outside the fold
     Is a wretched width of cold

    As they wait beside the ewe
    Their fleeces wryly cakes
    There lies hidden round them waiting too
    Earth's  immeasurable surprise

    They could not grasp it if they knew
    What so soon would wake and grow
    Utterly unlike the snow. 


    To this day the poem captures almost everything in life I learned from a farm my father had once and the feeling of my childhood. It is epitomized in spring. 
    And yet it is about the winter and the things we cannot know.
    It is about the frailty of our knowing in the midst of this universe unrevealed.
    It is about our ignorance and innocence.
    And considering the fate of lambs it is about even more-the loss of their brief lives introduces yet another level.
    To me the poem said everything in terms I could understand in the physical realm.

    But here is the real poem. 

    More beautiful perhaps:

    First Sight

    Lambs that learn to walk in snow
    When their bleating clouds the air
    Meet a vast unwelcome, know
    Nothing but a sunless glare.
    Newly stumbling to and fro
    All they find, outside the fold,
    Is a wretched width of cold.

    As they wait beside the ewe,
    Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
    Hidden round them, waiting too,
    Earth's immeasurable surprise.
    They could not grasp it if they knew,
    What so soon will wake and grow
    Utterly unlike the snow.


    Poetry spoke to me early on in my life. 
    We seem to be in times when a blast of cold wind is chilling our art to its bones. The trumpeting and the burning, extremes that should speak instead through our poets.
    This burning trumpet eclipse our voice.

    We need poets. Sheep and lions. We need to integrate our souls really. We need to fashion poems to help us understand such artless times. 
     
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  2. I'm experimenting with blogging via my phone. I'd like to share Dr Seuss drawings of the cat in the hat drawn by my class. 


    This process is torture. But as I insert one pic at a time I will say this, my class drew these cats with interesting flavor. I would give them an A for that. 
    That one was rather like damaged cat or false teeth cat. 
     

    The cat with something he' s holding back. 
     

    Egon Schiele cat
     

    Edgar Scissor hand cat
     
    Meet triangle cat

     

    French chat
     
     

    Clearly this is Santa Cat
     

    Quantum cat
     

    Slinky cat
     

    Old dear uncle cat
     

    Cat in a bag
     

    I'm just a cat and I'm on fire
     

    Small potatoes cat
     

    Blockhead cat
     
    Sweet pea

     

    Serious cat
     
    Hula cat 

    Symbols kitty
     
     

    Serious red eye cat
     

    Pretty perfect cat in hat
     

    Thyroid disorder kitty
     
    Snow cat

    Flattened cat
     

    He's got the whole world cat


    These were so fun for Dr. Seuss day. 
     
     
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I'm a public school elementary teacher from W.V. beginning my career in poverty schools in the 1980's. (I have GIST cancer-small intestinal and syringomyelia which isn't what I want to define me but does help define how I view the meaning of my life.) I am a mom of 3 great children-now grown. I teach 3rd grade in an Underperforming school, teaching mostly immigrant 2nd Lang. children. I majored in art, as well as teaching. Art informs all I do. Teaching is a driving part of my life energy. But I am turning to art soon. I'm married to an artist I coaxed into teaching- now a Superintendent of one of the bigger Districts in the area. Similar population. We both have dedicated inordinate amounts of our life to the field of teaching in areas of poverty hoping to give students opportunities to make better lives. I'm trying to write as I can to the issues of PUBLIC education , trying to gain the sophistication to address the issues in written forms so they can be understood from my teaching contexts.I like to blog from daily experiences. My work is my own, not reflective of any school district.
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