<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:08:44.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Days as a Teacher</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a place to store my collection of funny and/or interesting things from when I taught elementary school.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-1132050830442069926</id><published>2009-08-03T10:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:17:50.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mentioned, in &lt;a href="http://sharmainemitchell.blogspot.com/2008/10/passion.html" target="blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; (on &lt;a href="http://sharmainemitchell.blogspot.com/" target="blank&amp;quot;"&gt;my main blog&lt;/a&gt;), that "I actually don't like a lot of public acknowledgment. That became evident when I refused to go on stage to accept flowers a few weeks ago. ☺&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, don't get that confused with appreciation&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This past school year (2008-2009), on Faculty/Staff Appreciation Day (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which, by the way, is like none other; absolutely AMAZING!! Breakfast delivered to your door, catered luncheon, and this year, there were massages!!&lt;/span&gt;), I received this in my box, from a student I taught in 1st grade 3 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a little hard to read, so here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/Snbu3RkljyI/AAAAAAAAEqY/bvH04OgyIFU/s1600-h/M_blur.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/Snbu3RkljyI/AAAAAAAAEqY/bvH04OgyIFU/s320/M_blur.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365738639435599650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Mrs. Mitchell, Since it is teacher appreciation day I chose you to write a letter to because you are my favorite teacher. I really appreciate you because you are very nice and fun and you are a great teacher. If a 1st grade teacher isn't enough you became the web master. You can do so many great things and I think you should be appreciated. From, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[name]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been hanging on my cork board in my office since April, and I'm making room now for all of the projects for the upcoming school year, but I couldn't totally discard this. It meant so much not only because of the content, but because it has definitely been a huge leap going from a faculty member to a staff member. For instance, as a staff member, you really aren't remembered during the holidays, and of course, you don't get the same vacation that teachers get. Nevertheless, I still love what I'm doing. Anyway, this is one of the things I definitely want to hang on to, along with the ones from &lt;a href="http://sharmainemitchell.blogspot.com/2008/02/impact.html" target="blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. The last picture in &lt;a href="http://sharmainemitchell.blogspot.com/2008/02/impact.html" target="blank"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, by the way, is from the same student who wrote this letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-1132050830442069926?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/1132050830442069926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=1132050830442069926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/1132050830442069926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/1132050830442069926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2009/08/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/Snbu3RkljyI/AAAAAAAAEqY/bvH04OgyIFU/s72-c/M_blur.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-5883782419626322023</id><published>2009-07-21T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:05:37.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll call this student "Etak". She was one of my absolute favorites. I can't really describe her in words. You just have to know her. My next few posts will be about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This particular year, the school's theme, chosen by the Sixth Grade class, was perseverance. One morning - first thing in the morning - Etak came to my desk and exclaimed that she had a playdate that afternoon. I replied, "Wow! That'll be fun!" Here's the rest of the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etak:&lt;/span&gt; "Guess who it's with!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etak:&lt;/span&gt; "Guess!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Um, [student's name]?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etak:&lt;/span&gt; "Nope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "[another student's name]?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etak:&lt;/span&gt; "Nope. Keep guessing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "I don't know, Etak. Just tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etak:&lt;/span&gt; "Keep guessing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Etak, you need to get started on your morning jobs, so just tell me. I can't guess. I give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Etak:&lt;/span&gt; "You're not following perseverance. Fine. You're giving up perseverance. The school's trying to make you do it, and you won't even do it, and you're a teacher."&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-5883782419626322023?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5883782419626322023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=5883782419626322023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/5883782419626322023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/5883782419626322023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2009/07/perseverance.html' title='Perseverance'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-7016047322324359378</id><published>2009-01-14T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:47:50.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>This is actually not my own story. I got this in an email yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Great Reason Always To Check Your Child's Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/SW3s1rYhXSI/AAAAAAAADKU/86YXydO1z-o/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/SW3s1rYhXSI/AAAAAAAADKU/86YXydO1z-o/s320/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291145544152997154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note sent the next school day, with the 1st grader:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. Williams,&lt;br /&gt;That's not a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint!  I work at Home Depot. That's me selling a shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy's mother,&lt;br /&gt;- Mrs. Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-7016047322324359378?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7016047322324359378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=7016047322324359378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/7016047322324359378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/7016047322324359378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/SW3s1rYhXSI/AAAAAAAADKU/86YXydO1z-o/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-2692393638021938284</id><published>2009-01-10T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:14:00.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title Needed</title><content type='html'>“Um, Mrs. Mitchell, should I get a paper towel for my bloody nose, because I just looked in the mirror and saw it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-2692393638021938284?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2692393638021938284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=2692393638021938284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/2692393638021938284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/2692393638021938284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-title-needed.html' title='No Title Needed'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-8698799683250800441</id><published>2009-01-08T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:15:00.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>"There was a farmer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kissed&lt;/span&gt; a dog and Bingo was his name-o..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-8698799683250800441?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8698799683250800441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=8698799683250800441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/8698799683250800441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/8698799683250800441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-3671019481992155469</id><published>2009-01-07T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:30:00.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>I was introducing the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;concept of writing a paragraph by asking students to tell me whether or not certain items belong in a category. Once they got the hang of that, I asked them to name items that belong in a category... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Clothes worn in the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-3671019481992155469?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3671019481992155469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=3671019481992155469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/3671019481992155469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/3671019481992155469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-2148883553951597272</id><published>2009-01-06T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:01:22.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountain of Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question in math book:&lt;/span&gt; How old were you 3 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student's written answer:&lt;/span&gt; Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ok. Let's look at this one. How old are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Then how old were you 3 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Six&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-2148883553951597272?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2148883553951597272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=2148883553951597272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/2148883553951597272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/2148883553951597272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2009/01/fountain-of-youth.html' title='Fountain of Youth'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-7871021196836041201</id><published>2008-12-10T08:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:45:00.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a DIRECT quote from a student who was in 1st grade at the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“My mom has the worst husband she’s ever had, because he doesn’t do anything. She does all the work and he just sits around and relaxes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please keep in mind that this mother has only been married once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-7871021196836041201?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/7871021196836041201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=7871021196836041201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/7871021196836041201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/7871021196836041201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/worst-one.html' title='The Worst One'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-8297632828758397585</id><published>2008-12-09T16:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:19:23.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hank:&lt;/span&gt; "Do I go to the after-school program?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hank:&lt;/span&gt; "I go to the after-school program everyday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-8297632828758397585?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/8297632828758397585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=8297632828758397585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/8297632828758397585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/8297632828758397585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-do-i-go.html' title='Where Do I Go?'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-3669668530766174050</id><published>2008-12-08T09:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:21:02.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run That By Me Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Greg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Are we allowed to turn on the globe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to the group)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Guys, I'm looking at the "To Do" list and it does not say, "Play with the globe". You need to be doing something on the list. You're way too loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Greg:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So we can't play with the globe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-3669668530766174050?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/3669668530766174050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=3669668530766174050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/3669668530766174050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/3669668530766174050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/run-that-by-me-again.html' title='Run That By Me Again'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-2905755495602993196</id><published>2008-12-05T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:52:03.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 1st grade, as a method of positive reinforcement, we had a "Tally Tree".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The class would focus on one behavior and set a goal for the number of tallies. For example, they would aim to walk down the hall appropriately (walking, no loud talking, etc.). Each time they did so, they would get one tally mark on the tree. After they reached their goal (i.e., 30 tallies), they would receive a reward of their choice (popcorn party, extra recess, etc.), which was decided upon when the goal was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after they reached one goal and earned their reward, we all sat down to talk about the next one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OK. Any ideas for what our next reward could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan:&lt;/span&gt; Go to Jumpin' Joes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No, we're not going anywhere. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Call on Fred)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fred:&lt;/span&gt; Field trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-2905755495602993196?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/2905755495602993196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=2905755495602993196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/2905755495602993196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/2905755495602993196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/reward.html' title='Reward'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-508995765980293587</id><published>2008-12-04T08:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:43:41.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Mrs. Mitchell, I found this in my cubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; That's David's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; He gave it to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; No, he probably just accidentally put it in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; So whose is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-508995765980293587?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/508995765980293587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=508995765980293587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/508995765980293587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/508995765980293587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-found.html' title='Lost &amp; Found'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-5751299357250546620</id><published>2008-12-03T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:00:00.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Number one says, "Make a tally for 12."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student:&lt;/span&gt; Should we do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-5751299357250546620?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5751299357250546620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=5751299357250546620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/5751299357250546620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/5751299357250546620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-number-one-says-make-tally-for-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304182960782166468.post-5254365808439779798</id><published>2008-12-02T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:23:19.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Give It Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the 2006-2007 school year (September, 2006), I was teaching 1st Grade, and we were studying a unit on American symbols. One of the things we discussed was the Constitution. One day, during this part of the unit, I split the students into 5 groups. Each group was responsible for agreeing on ONE "law" for our Class Constitution. I wanted to drive home the point that coming up with this document was no easy task, especially with so many people involved. These students only had 3 people - 4 maximum - to deal with in their groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One group in particular was having a REALLY hard time agreeing on a law. There were 4 students in this group, but only 3 who were quite vocal during this exchange. We'll call them Amy, Bob, and Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how that heated conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(trying to be diplomatic)&lt;/span&gt;: "So, Claire, you say the one you want and everyone will raise their hands, then Bob will say the one he wants and everyone will raise their hands..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for a while, with both Bob and Claire not budging, absolutely refusing to vote for anyone's idea but their own. Claire became more than just a little frustrated with everyone constantly shooting down her idea: "Treat others with respect", and Bob became increasingly frustrated with Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(to Claire, when the group didn't agree with her law)&lt;/span&gt;: "Well, do you think when George W. Bush and John Kerry ran and George W. Bush won, that John Kerry was like, 'Aw, man, I didn't win. No one voted for me?' No! He just said, 'Oh well, I lost and that was it. So you're like John Kerry right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in response to Bob)&lt;/span&gt;: "Well, that's different. He took care of a whole country. This is just for our classroom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/304182960782166468-5254365808439779798?l=mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/feeds/5254365808439779798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=304182960782166468&amp;postID=5254365808439779798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/5254365808439779798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/304182960782166468/posts/default/5254365808439779798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mydaysasateacher.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-give-it-up.html' title='Just Give It Up!'/><author><name>Sharmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909000179470321521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wpLERmNvd9s/TLWy0PwlWEI/AAAAAAAAGqk/_dQ2pfpXkHI/S220/me_crackberry.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
