In class today, I deported two of my students and watched as the other four took the Oath of Loyalty, then entered the United States via Mini-Ellis Island.
Due to the intense creativity and brilliant-ness of my Daddy, Lady Liberty herself made an appearance. Due to the gracious generosity of three parents, I had a hard-core, in-character staff of Ellis Island officials who heckled, suspected, examined, and refused my frightened "immigrants." A special, overjoyed thanks to Suzanne West, Kris Whitling, and Debbie Plouffe who stepped in (some of you at six am this morning!) to make this thing happen.
And an additional special thanks do my new assistants, Gerrit and McKenna, for helping with te tear-down.
Oh and I made coffee in the room. And pancakes yesterday.
See, while my 8th graders were becoming immigrants and re-creating Ellis Island, I decided to declare my upper graders an independent nation. They named themselves--Humistan--, made up laws, and declared war on the 11th and 12th grades. And wrapped half the rest of the school into it. Now we have 8th grade mercenaries and elementary students (who I'm sure are just in it for the food).
Food explanation: One of the "laws" they declared:
Section C: National Citizen Law
Item C.VI
Humistanians shall make and consume communal breakfast eeach morning, directly after SSR.
Good grief.
Talk about a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
My heart feels sad when I regard my immanent departure. A week from tomorrow I move out and close this chapter of my life.
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I am also in conflict, because while I am absorbing every final moment up here, my anxieties and my heart and my deepest thoughts are in San Francisco with Zak--who, in a completely selfless and chivalrous act, broke himself on someone else's fist for a stranger.
But that's a long story for another journal.
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Section C: National Citizen Law
Item C.VI
Humistanians shall make and consume communal breakfast eeach morning, directly after SSR.
Good grief.
Talk about a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
My heart feels sad when I regard my immanent departure. A week from tomorrow I move out and close this chapter of my life.
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I am also in conflict, because while I am absorbing every final moment up here, my anxieties and my heart and my deepest thoughts are in San Francisco with Zak--who, in a completely selfless and chivalrous act, broke himself on someone else's fist for a stranger.
But that's a long story for another journal.
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3 comments:
your boyfriend did what?
and your classroom sounds like the kind of place i would like to be.
and not just because there is coffee and pancakes.
what happened to Zak? or rather: Zak happened to what?
The setup for the inevitable next blog entry has us all waiting on the edges of our collective seats.
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