Friday, 9 March 2012

SOL: 10.3.12

S-sunny-sensational-sedate-sassy-spiritual-spectacular-satisfying
A-awesome-amazing-aromatic-adorable-aspiring-aquatic-abundant
T-television-tranquil-therapeutic-trendy-tantalising-transformed-tenacious
U-unabashed-unbelievable-upbeat-ultimate-unarmed-unique-understanding
R-radiant-rain-reflective-rustic-raucous-reclusive-rebel
D-divine-dashing-dazzling-dizzy-daffy-delightful-dreamy
A-alluring-ablaze-ambiguous-animated-alert-artful-aloof
Y-youthful-yummy-yearnings-yielding-yawning-yappy-yes

Thursday, 8 March 2012

SOL: 9.3,12

The laundry has to be done obviously but it's a chore I hate.

All day I was waiting for a call from a family member and they finally texted me around dinner time, GREAT!  All day I waited for news but nothing came.  An unknown number was seen on my cellphone - can you ring me?  I quickly rang the number.  It's amazing our life works.

Have you ever gone to bed and your dreams are filled with sadness and lost?  My dreams last night were filled with dread and hopelessness.  In my dream I was attending a funeral of a family member and I was screaming to myself, "Wake up - it's only a dream!"  But, I couldn't wake myself.  Morning came far too early and I was on the verge of tears.  I prepared for work quickly and tentative about my day at work.

But, when I prepare for work I go into a zone that requires I'm ready and prepared for my day no matter what is happening in my personal life.  My colleague walked past my class and I thought in a minute I will pop in and say hi and ask her how her daughters netball trials went.  We chatted about our families and talked a little bit about spelling lessons and reading.  Students are arriving and wanting to chat and I love seeing their eager faces in the morning.  I briefly greet my students and we natter about our day ahead.  I have some paper work that I need to drop off at the school office.

Our day starts with handwriting then onto the mat for news-time.  One little darling has been pushing the limits and I haven't quite got a strategy to deal with his behaviour.  He was in the mood to hold our little classroom at ransom with his disruptive behaviour.  He already has his name on the board and two Xs which meant he had to go to the Time-out class. I asked two students to escort him to Whaea S's class.  The rest of the class prepared ourselves to go to the computer room which is our usual writing time.

The class love their time in the ICT room.  We had so much fun changing the look of their avatars.  Taking 5 and 6 years old to the ICT room can be a nightmare because some of the students are great at logging on but some are constantly vying for my attention for help.  One of my more capable students was able to go around and help the other students.  Next, my class were realising that if they played, yes played the spelling and writing games they could earn money to buy items for their bedrooms.

They loved it!  Buying soft toys, animals and goodies for their room.  One boy wanted to know, "How do I make more money"?  Another boy wanted to know, "How did R make more money than me and we are playing the same game".  The students and I had a fabulous time dressing their avatars and buying items for their room.

My day was the normal routine but I prepared and sorted my homework for children so that I could hand it out on Monday.  After school I quickly tidied my classroom and walked home.  I'm enjoying my walks home because it's a time to unwind and take in the scenery and reflect about my day and family.  I greeted my fat labby as she waddles over for a peck I on her forhead.

I came inside and got myself a glass of water and a bar of chocolate, delicious!  I sent a few emails to family asking about their day and touching base with them.  Letting them know I love them.  Hubby arrives home and I can barely look him in the eye because I'm so tired and sad.  I ask him how his day was and we chat about nothing.  I'm so tired and I take myself off for a nana-nap.  I wrap myself in my favourite blanket.  After an hour sleep I wake up slightly refreshed.  I prepare our dinner and to make the table look cheerful I go outside and pick a pink rose.  I place the rose in a delicate vase and I sit down to eat my delicious meal.

My cellphone beeps!  I run quickly to see who the text is from and I'm so excited.  I ring the number and it's great news.  I chirp away to my hubby about our Saturday journey out of town because I made a date to catch up with a family member.  I spring up from the couch and tell hubby I better put my laundry on because I won't have time tomorrow to do the washing tomorrow.

Tonight doing the laundry was not a chore but a pleasure.

SOL: 8.3.12

The things I carry in my school bag:
  1. Slices of life books - students
  2. Daily diary with planning
  3. Walking shoes and clothes
  4. Asthma pumps
  5. Lipstick and mirror
  6. Camera
  7. MP3 player
  8. Cellphone
  9. Tissues
  10. Gum
  11. Lollies
  12. Lunch box - salad
  13. Chippies
  14. Coffee mug x 2
  15. Pencil case
  16. 3x up-and-go
  17. Fly spray (as soon as we open our door the bugs fly in)
I changed my original post I think I needed to vent and then I got worried that I'd open up my heart a bit too much.  My family are precious to me and I sometimes what you intend to write doesn't come over how you intended.  I admired other slices who share with such honesty and openness.  I had a turtle moment stuck my head out with this post then quickly retracted.


Tuesday, 6 March 2012

7.3.12: Giggles

Giggles: 


This is a short post...my day started off with the same old routine.  I opened my class and whizzed around getting our day sorted. A little boy 'W' came into class and he's chatting away about his family horses about what he had for breakfast.  I continued to busy myself with preparing our day.  


W - "Mrs K do you want to hear a joke?"

Mrs K - "Oh - okay."

W - "What Bee makes milk?"

I frowned at him and said, "Bees don't make milk they make honey."

With a serious, straight face he said, "Mrs K, What Bee makes milk?"

Again, I frowned...

Mrs K - "I don't know??"

W - "Mrs K - a boo-BEE makes milk!!!"

Well I giggled and giggled.

What a great day to start my day.

I love these moments in class when some little treasure comes along and puts a smile on your face from ear to ear.

The Saturdays: Two birds...



My interpretation of this Saturday inspiration...
This is what I wore to school today and it's not my usual look but I just loved it.  I didn't have much time to take a better photo as hubby was dropping me off at work and he had the motor running.


Black straight legged jeans - old
White blouse - given to me by my daughter
Black suit jacket that I haven't worn for at least 4 years - love it with this look
Black high heels - a hint of burgundy - $20
Red feather hair clip $2
Orange bracelet $5 others were a gift


Obviously, I need photography lessons.


SOL: 6.3.12




Pantoum: Hair

Hair is itchy and gross
The time has come to wash it
I heard dirty hair keeps the nits away
Creepy crawly bugs invade my scalp

The time has come to wash it
Scrubbing scouring to rid myself of the imagined invaders
Creepy crawly bugs raid my scalp
Running my hands detecting the nasty creepy-crawlies


Scrubbing scouring to rid myself of the imagined invaders
Hate them with a vengeance
Running my hands detecting the nasty spiders
A trip to the chemist is dreaded

Hate them with a vengeance
I’m too old for this infestation
A trip to the chemist is dreaded
A teacher’s worse nightmare, I’m sure

I’m too old for this infestation
I still need my mum she’d know what to do
A teacher’s worse nightmare, I’m sure
Come on girl get over your pride and get to the chemist

I still need my mum she’d know what to do
I heard dirty hair keeps the nits away
Come on girl get over your pride and get to the chemist
Hair is itchy and gross

Sunday, 4 March 2012

5.3.12 SOL

Walk for 10 minutes


Thank goodness there is no staff meeting.  I could wait for an hour and text hubby to come and get me this would allow me sometime to do stuff in my classroom.  But to be able to leave early on a Monday is a rarity.  Out of my bag I take my walking shoes, shorts and a t-shirt.  Head phones and I'm ready for the 10+ minutes walk home.  It could be longer but I've never timed it.  My student's SOL life books in one bag and my planning diary, empty lunch box, camera, pencil case and work clothes in my back pack.  One quick puff on my asthma pump.  I'm off!

Check that my classroom is locked.  I walk pass the bus students.  I see 3 teachers from Kakariki syndicate chatting.  They don't recognise me because, the high heels are gone, the teacher look is exchanged for the chilled out, relaxed, me.  I see Mr C walking across the quad to the DPs class - I smile but I'm on a mission.  Pass the library and I'm heading towards the field.  I take an apple out of my bag but it's difficult trying to eat with my pack on one shoulder and my long strappy bag on the other shoulder.  I shove the apple back in my bag.  Across the field I race...I see Mrs M and wave she doesn't wave back.  She doesn't recognise me.  The grass on the field needs cutting.  

A quick walk across the field and I notice the scouts building is tattered looking with the covered up graffiti.  I suppose the whited over paint looks better than the ghastly graffiti painted by some hoodlum.  Through the gap in the fence I walk.  An old children's tunnel thrown at the back of the building...it's seen better days.  I imagine children laughing and playing as they scramble through the discarded old tunnel.  My side bun is falling out with the vigorous walking.  I reach up and loosen my hair and I'm fiddling around taking out the bobby-pins.  I plait my hair to one side.  The path meanders like a river...my children call this pathway teletubbly land.  Soft rolling hills and scattered trees.  Mosaic sculptures erected along the way. The heat of the sun is beating down. My walk is still brisk.  The backside of the buildings along the path look sad and untidy.  I scan the occupants of cars zooming along the motorway.  Faces unknown.  I reach the intersection and see two teenage girls chatting and eating.  I don't study their faces or their movements.  I keep my gaze upon my path in front of me. 

I stop at the intersection.  My bags are heavy.  I wait as three cars turn into the town.  Shall I run across...I wait for one more car.  I look left and I see cars zooming to turn left.  I'm going to run across.  Phew!  I'm not as fit as I used to be.  I should walk more often.  Is it old age, yes!  Is it the fact that I'm unfit, yes! Across the pink carpeted flower bed, near the entrance of BK.  The worlds biggest whooper!  Yeah right.  I'm feeling a little tired and rather hot but my goal is to get home.

The car park of BK merges with the the petrol station.  Up ahead I see two boys playing and walking across the stone wall.  The older boy holding the little one's hand as he balances across the top.  I smile.  Beep!  I look up and see the black truck.  "That's your mum," I say to the older boy.  He replies, "yes".  I march on across the grassy-highway verge.  One strip of stoney path is supposed to provide easy walking but it just hurts my feet.  I need some better walking shoes I think to myself.  The camping ground is to my left - I kind of hate that place...I notice a woman sunbathing in the sun next to her tent. My mood towards the camping ground lightens.  I see a man walking ahead of me with a New World plastic bag.  I don't know the lonely looking figure.  He needs to walk faster or I'm going to catch up with him.  Shall I say hello??

My pace quickens as up ahead I can see the fence line outside my house.  The lonely figure is walking too slow.  I slow down.  My gaze is fixed on him.  This part of my walk makes me suspicious...  He slows up.  I slow up.  He walks diagonally towards the fence line.  I watch.  He looks tired with his shoulders slumped and his pace slugged.  Where is he going?  He moves off the path and walks over to the bush and he sits on a rock.  Should I take more note.  He's just tired.  I walk past glancing to the side to see what he's up to.  Nothing.

I'm nearly home and I see my driveway.  My pace quickens and I'm feeling relieved.  I walk across the bank and down on to my road.  Up my driveway.  Our fat brown Labrador is sitting at the door.  "Hello fat dog!"