K pulled out a My Little Pony and lipgloss. She placed them on her desk along with an extensive assortment of colored markers.
Meanwhile, R raced a tiny blue car across the table. B rolled it back.
After class, D came up to me and asked, “Mrs. Harmatz, do you need a class pet? I have two turtles, Michelangelo and Donatello, and my mom wants me to get rid of them. Would you like them?” He looked at me with earnest eyes, “I named them.”
Still in their childhood. Still playing with dolls, cars, and naming their pets after cartoon characters.
Later, I found this on our blog. It’s titled, My Plan.
I plan help this country, with laws and problems. This is the greatest place with lots of history. I plan to disagree and agree with other people about things . I plan to run for president in 2048 and serve this country with respact and all causes. I plan to upgrade inportent Jobs and schools and millitary . I plan to make america safe . I plan to help homeless and poor family’s .I plan to make more hospitels and jobs . I love this country from the bottom of my heart and I all ways will.
Kids come to fifth grade with their toys, their worries, their dreams. Each sliver of a story gives a clue to that child. Their vulnerabilities, their little kid-ness, their belief in what is right, their sweetness. It is an honor to be their teacher.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, for Slice of Life Tuesdays. Read more slices here.
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