tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21056801705333316362024-03-08T15:21:30.243-08:00Learning as we playHammond Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400743803996709357noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105680170533331636.post-33067976778224905992011-11-07T16:31:00.000-08:002011-11-07T16:31:45.712-08:00Day 7Today I am thankful for my little sister. Megan. Meg. Meg-a-boo. Meggo-my-Eggo. There really aren't words to describe this person in my life. When I was in kindergarten I took her to show and tell as my favorite toy. When we were young, she was a great play mate and a fun room mate. In high school we used to watch <u>The Parent Trap </u>every weekend while we painted our nails.<br />
But I don't know that I appreciated her fully until we grew up. The year after I graduated from college, I lived in Abilene and she was a freshman at ACU. She came over every Sunday afternoon for Sister Day. We would do laundry every week and throw a few things at each other. :) Now that we've grown up a little more we've grown closer and become better friends. And, we still throw things at each other on a regular basis. <br />
Meg-a-boo and I could not be more different! She's quiet and reserved and leads with her head. I'm her total opposite in almost every way! However, I love spending time with her. We are truly sisters by chance and friends by choice.Hammond Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400743803996709357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2105680170533331636.post-23915179792486512582011-06-06T11:04:00.000-07:002011-06-06T11:04:11.767-07:00School's OutI think every teacher in the U.S. hums that age old rock song in the last days of the school year. My mind has been filled with a never ending chorus of "No more pencils, no more books. No more teacher's dirty looks. School's out for summer!" (You're welcome, by the way. That song <em>will</em> be stuck in your head the rest of the day.)<br />
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I'm thrilled about the months ahead and the chance to enjoy some much needed family time. But, I will miss the sweet babies that have filled my heart for the last 9 months. Sadly, most of them will attend kindergarten at another campus so I may not see them again. However, I'm thrilled to announce that I will return to Pre-K next year and this year I will be in my very own classroom. :- ) I will spend the summer working hard to collect the many many things my new class will need to learn as they play.<br />
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The end of school is also filled a tiny bit of joy as I make plans for the next school year. Things will be different next year. I will write all of my lesson plans in my book (instead of on the scraps of paper they were scribbled on this year). I will plan my themes completely. I will never raise my voice at my new class. The promise of the future is what draws me back year after year.Hammond Bridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01400743803996709357noreply@blogger.com0