Today's little gem was inspired by one of my lessons/activities. As we are all aware Thanksgiving is just around the corner. When it comes to Thanksgiving in First Grade, food is always the most commonly known fact amongst the wee ones. So to help round them out, we talk a lot about Indians and Pilgrims. Just like this past week, we were discussing Indians/Native Americans. We watched a nice little video, talked about their heritage, and then we started a color poem. The students write a simple poem using a color, something from nature, and describing words. All the makings of a good time! After the poem is written, they get to color a Native American pot to go with the poem.
We had reached the pot coloring portion of our expedition on a brisk November afternoon. Things were going decently well and I had stopped to help a student out. Within moments, I heard some chaos a brewin'. I turn around to see what is happening and to my bewilderment the following situation was occurring.
One student is running circles around the room yelling "Where's my pot? Where's my pot?" while another student is waving his rump in the air screaming "Stop touching my buns!!" and then slapping his own bottom.
Now this wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that sitting directly behind the buns boy was the principal ... completing an observation. Based on that observation alone one would assume that within the walls of my closet ... er .. classroom we sell (and maybe do) drugs and harass each other. Which for the record neither happen.
I am thankful to report that this year's pot activity was far less "illegal" and much more sane!
No comments:
Post a Comment