Ever wonder what teachers do when the kids all leave for the summer? This is the sixth in a series of posts (I don't know how many) about what teachers do during the summer. After book sorting, they clean out the clutter. Simultaneously, teachers are reflecting about the year. Some days, they head back to school to review curriculum maps based on new ideas and mandates such as the CCSS. Then, they clean their homes and start some projects,
Some days, they do "fun" activities with their families such as picking blueberries. "Just a few," was my mantra when whe headed into the fields; however, there were 8 pounds of blueberries in the bucket when we left the field. Fortunately, there was no pre and post weighing of the customers!
You know you are a teacher when you are thinking about the classic blueberry tale as you pop those warm blueberries into your mouth.
You know you've taught rhyming if the words to Jamberry (One berry, two berry, pick me a blueberry) are swarming your head!
Then further down the row, as the heat of the day burns your neck, you're thinking about more poignant berry books. As sad as the tale is, you can still, after many years, "see" the story unfold in your mind.
Then, you reflect on your own life a bit wondering if you took your own kids to pick blueberries enough when they were young. You wonder why YOU don't stop to do this more often and why you missed strawberry picking this year.
Later, your draft a chapter in your own book about the simple joy of picking blueberries and promise to make time to "pick berries" every season.
Some days, they do "fun" activities with their families such as picking blueberries. "Just a few," was my mantra when whe headed into the fields; however, there were 8 pounds of blueberries in the bucket when we left the field. Fortunately, there was no pre and post weighing of the customers!
You know you are a teacher when you are thinking about the classic blueberry tale as you pop those warm blueberries into your mouth.
You know you've taught rhyming if the words to Jamberry (One berry, two berry, pick me a blueberry) are swarming your head!
Then further down the row, as the heat of the day burns your neck, you're thinking about more poignant berry books. As sad as the tale is, you can still, after many years, "see" the story unfold in your mind.
Then, you reflect on your own life a bit wondering if you took your own kids to pick blueberries enough when they were young. You wonder why YOU don't stop to do this more often and why you missed strawberry picking this year.
Later, your draft a chapter in your own book about the simple joy of picking blueberries and promise to make time to "pick berries" every season.
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