Sounds like that obnoxious essay we had to write the first week we were back in elementary, middle, or even high school, doesn't it? I never liked having to write it, because it was much more efficient to just tell friends and teachers that I read books, crocheted, watched t.v., did chores, and then read some more books, no s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g or "expanding upon a theme" required.
To the point.
And now that I'm a forty-five year old wife, mother, kindergarten teacher, blogger, crafter, coffee drinker and cookie baker, here I am.
About what I've learned this summer.
Oh the irony (which could be the opposite of "wrinkly," in some of my students' minds).
No three page papers, double spaced here though, okie dokie? A list will suffice.
- I taught myself how to create slides, posters, work pages and labels via Powerpoint, all by my lonesome. That's right, now there's a Teachers Pay Teachers button in my sidebar. Go me.
- Lurking and even participating in education-related Twitter chats is an awesome way to build and learn from a global PLN. Once school starts up again, my favorites will likely end up being the ones that post questions in advance so I can set my responses and additional questions into the queue on Tweetdeck to auto-post. Yeah, I've become THAT tweep. Thanks #TeacherFriends, #edchat, #ResilienceChat, #G2Great, #KinderChat, #SatChat, #SunChat and #KSEdchat. You ROCK.
- There's no rhyme or reason to my summer teaching goals except for the fact that they're always related to making my Super Stars' learning environment exciting, inspiring, fun, and safe. One summer I sorted all of the math and ELA manipulatives into easy-to-distribute containers and bags. Last year I painted wooden toys to eliminate graffiti, er, "environmental print" that a student had added. I modified inherited storage, making materials more mobile on a rolling cart which helped as my students used every available surface, corner, and hidey hole in the classroom. This summer, it has been all about the books. Sorting books, donating books, buying books, and creating my longest ever wish list on Amazon.com. Sure hope Santa or some generous benefactor looks me up and surprises me with them all. A teacher can dream.
- It takes me exactly thirty-three days out of school to lose track of what day it is. Now THAT'S data.
- You know how Lucy always freaks out after Snoopy kisses her, dancing around, arms flailing wildly, screaming "Ugh! My lips have been touched by DOG LIPS?" Turns out I have a VERY similar reaction when I'm outside watering plants and a frog jumps out from the leaves and attaches itself to my bare ankle. And. Won't. Let. Go. A few more energetic kicks in an attempt to ~fling~ the frog off of my foot perhaps, but the same number of "ughs" and gags. And flailing. I've got the moves... like... Lucy.
I learned that last one just this morning.
Yes, I'll admit I washed my ankle.
What have YOU learned this summer?