![]() On March 16, 2020, the world changed in a matter of minutes. I arrived at school, ready to learn how to be a better teacher but our plans were changed. Instead of learning, all the teachers, and the principal, spent the day preparing learning activities and supplies to send home to our kiddos. It was a quiet and sad day. Within a couple days, the number of cars on the road minimized. People were asked to stay inside their homes to learn, work, and play. Although the sun was shining and the flowers started to grow, the teachers and kids are inside at home. The good news is this, soon, very soon, school will open and we will be together again. The swings are out on the playground, the snow is melting, and the teachers are more excited than the parents to take down the closed sign and open for business. If you look closely, there are people in the windows of the houses. They are all smiling. Why do you think they are smiling? It's an easy answer, they smile because learning at home is only temporary and we will be together again, soon. The flag is up on my mailbox because I received a letter from L.B. and I can't wait to read it. Writing Challenge:
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AuthorThis page is a way for me to connect with students, share my passion to write, and hopefully instill this same passion in them as they learn at home. REMEMBER TO INCLUDE IN YOUR STORY:When you write, remember to answer these questions:
I gave you a few examples to get you started. 1) Who you are with? (mom, dad, brother, sister.) 2) Where you are? (inside, outside, house, barn) 3) How are you feeling? (happy, sad, mad, discouraged) 4)What are you doing? (playing, singing, dancing) 5) When did this take place? (day, morning, afternoon, night) Archives
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