That's right - my class is done with the cereal boxes! Tonight my students, along with two other teacher's students, all came together and presented their own cereal box creation along with an advertisement. We had some really good presenters and some pretty delicious looking cereals. They looked yummy! But, in all honesty, as much as I loved seeing their cereal boxes I am SO glad that this is all over.
Today was, in a word, frustrating. I love the end of the school year and at the same time I greatly dislike it. I love seeing all the progress that my students have made throughout the year. They have grown so much and even from tonight you can see how capable they are in so many areas. At the same time, all the adults are frizzled and on their last nerve - including parents. Emotions are high and everyone is quick to point the finger and to say hurtful things to each other. I am ready for the summer - just saying. :) 11 more days tomorrow . . . but who is counting?
On a good note, my principal did tell me that she thought that the night was great and that this project was a great idea. It was also really encouraging to see our Superintendent and his wife there, as well. It feels good when you have your administration behind you backing you up and supporting you with their presence.
Exercise: Can you sense a pattern here? Once again, no exercising for Crystal. Unless you count the squatting down to talk to students about their projects. :)
Word: For today's reading I am asked to write a prayer, poem, or song in worship to God. This could take a while as I am constantly writing then changing my mind, erasing, and rewriting. :/
When I think of worship, my first thought is in the form of a song but don't all songs start as poems? Rambling . . . alright, back to the task at hand.
Father - You Are
Father - you are a great father
One that is always there for you, to the end
A constant companion, a steadfast friend
Father - you are an amazing father
You are steady and true
No fault is within you
Father - you are an everlasting father
An open ear in times of trouble and sway
You are always there to show me the way
Father - you are the best father
Always there to hold my hand
Through all the toils of this dry land
Father - you are my true father
Thank you for being there when none could see
All the hurt inside of me
Thank you for setting me apart
And for coming to live in my heart
Thank you for the life of your Son
Who died so that I could be the one
You left the 99 to search for me
What a precious savior, indeed!
That was actually easier than I thought it would be. I am so very thankful for all the blessings he has poured down on me. He is SO GOOD! [Delta Chi Rho shout out!]
In the lasting words of John Wayne . . . [and yes I did get help from Karl on this] . . . "Hey Pilgrim, you forgot your pop-gun."
That's right! Good night! :)
Today was, in a word, frustrating. I love the end of the school year and at the same time I greatly dislike it. I love seeing all the progress that my students have made throughout the year. They have grown so much and even from tonight you can see how capable they are in so many areas. At the same time, all the adults are frizzled and on their last nerve - including parents. Emotions are high and everyone is quick to point the finger and to say hurtful things to each other. I am ready for the summer - just saying. :) 11 more days tomorrow . . . but who is counting?
On a good note, my principal did tell me that she thought that the night was great and that this project was a great idea. It was also really encouraging to see our Superintendent and his wife there, as well. It feels good when you have your administration behind you backing you up and supporting you with their presence.
Exercise: Can you sense a pattern here? Once again, no exercising for Crystal. Unless you count the squatting down to talk to students about their projects. :)
Word: For today's reading I am asked to write a prayer, poem, or song in worship to God. This could take a while as I am constantly writing then changing my mind, erasing, and rewriting. :/
When I think of worship, my first thought is in the form of a song but don't all songs start as poems? Rambling . . . alright, back to the task at hand.
Father - You Are
Father - you are a great father
One that is always there for you, to the end
A constant companion, a steadfast friend
Father - you are an amazing father
You are steady and true
No fault is within you
Father - you are an everlasting father
An open ear in times of trouble and sway
You are always there to show me the way
Father - you are the best father
Always there to hold my hand
Through all the toils of this dry land
Father - you are my true father
Thank you for being there when none could see
All the hurt inside of me
Thank you for setting me apart
And for coming to live in my heart
Thank you for the life of your Son
Who died so that I could be the one
You left the 99 to search for me
What a precious savior, indeed!
That was actually easier than I thought it would be. I am so very thankful for all the blessings he has poured down on me. He is SO GOOD! [Delta Chi Rho shout out!]
In the lasting words of John Wayne . . . [and yes I did get help from Karl on this] . . . "Hey Pilgrim, you forgot your pop-gun."
That's right! Good night! :)
Crystal.....your worship poem blessed me today! It truly did lift my spirit.
ReplyDeleteoh my, what truths you hit upon and even though we may know them, they are the truths we worship in Him!