In My Blood

Lately I've become quite interested in one room schoolhouses. I know, I know, dork alert. But I love everything about them: their aesthetic, their histories, and their educational philosophies. This year, a main item on my recently-mailed Christmas list was "anything about one room schoolhouses," which inadvertently sparked a mini-family history project. My dad suspected that my great grandmother Mabel (nicknamed Musee) had taught in a one room school, but after consulting my grandpa, I learned that it was in fact my great grandfather Joseph and great aunt Jessie who worked in one room schoolhouses. Grandma Musee was a classroom teacher, but in a regular, larger school. Nevertheless, how great is this picture (thanks, Grandpa!) of her and her class?
I definitely have that exact same expression after a long day of teaching...

Moo Quack Gobble Gobble

The director at the summer arts program I'm working for has captured hundreds of candid photos over the past month and just recently shared them all with us. Naturally, I downloaded all the ones I was in, and while reviewing them, realized how well they capture my day-to-day work life. Here's an insiders peek at my quotidian tasks...

Circle Time (unusual in that I'm not yelling, "eyes on me!")

Lining Up

Having a stern chat/controlling chaos/allowing creativity

Distributing

More distributing

Oh yeah, and this.

If They Forget Everything Else I've Taught Them...

... There's always this YouTube gem I showed my class this week. I promise it was relevant to our conversation. Plus it helped secure my cool teacher reputation.