I came home from school around 5 pm today, which is normal for Mondays and Tuesdays. I work late afterschool with our leadership program. I am a coach to our 4th and 5th graders. I've been doing it since last year and it is something I genuinely enjoy. It reminds me of my days of youth group. We play games together and each year the kids come up with a project that they create and work on.
Last year's kids came up with the lights and sidewalk project, and this year the kids have two projects -- one to promote keeping our campus green, and the other the Kindness Patrol. The Kindness Patrol kids circulate during recess and look for kids being kind. They give them a little Kindness Ticket that gets turned in for a prize drawing. It's pretty cute.
I like working with kids and helping them with projects or ideas. You have a kind of freedom with time that the classroom doesn't allow. We don't have tests or deadlines. It is also nice to let the kids be in charge -- they think of a project and decide how to implement it. I'm just there to nudge them to stay on task, and to suggest effective ways to accomplish things.
But for whatever reason, I am worn out tonight, and super sleepy. I came home from leadership and pretty much fell asleep. Maybe that's the problem. I don't like naps, they always make me feel super groggy afterwards. So, despite the fact that our living room is still suffering the after affects of the big room clean up from the weekend, I really didn't do much.
You ever have days like that? I think I need to skip my 4 a.m. work tomorrow. Sometimes sleep is more important. I'll probably crawl into bed right after I finish this. Sometimes you just have to rest and recharge.
Today started off super adorable. Our students have been collecting pennies for a fund raising drive called Pennies for Patients which raises money for the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society. If they raised $500 this week, our 4th grade teacher would take a pie in the face on pie day. They did it, of course, and the class that raised the most money, were our little Kinders. Each of them got to hurl a plate of whip cream at our 4th grade math teacher, who has the sweet smile of a young Santa Claus.
He had to coax each one to actualy throw the pies at him, and it was just about as adorable as you can imagine. They would stand hesitantly, plate of whip cream in hand. "Throw it. Come closer." He told each one, waving them closer to him. Eventually, they would build up their nerve and toss it at him - usually landing at his feet or grazing his cheek. "You did it!" He would laugh and they skipped away proud and joyful to have done something so terribly brave. It was a good start to the day.
I will now crawl into bed, but you have an excellent pi day. I'm not a big fan of pie myself, but if you are partaking a lemon or banana cream pie, I salute you. Jen