…making a difference.
As many have noted, I have not been able to write as much as I did last year at this time because I am drowning in a sea of continuous “new to me” curriculum. The one thing that has remained consistent is the fall costume parade at my school. It is a nice tradition and brings out many in the community to come celebrate a break in the day. For the last several years, parade day has coincided with the end of the marking period and thus I am in the throes of report card season.
I haven’t much been feeling in the spirit of Halloween, but my teaching team rallied and managed to come together in the name of fun.
Fall Parade 2015
Since I didn’t write a post for Halloween last year, I am going to include a photo from last year’s parade.
My students came in to school yesterday in a variety of costumes from witches, zombies, Disney characters, military personnel and one of the best Princess Leia’s that I have seen in a long time. Unfortunately, due to confidentiality I can’t share their photos.
When my Son-sters were younger I spent many hours sewing costumes for them. I always hoped that those costumes would have lasting memories for them.
“Stach-ing” Dashing Pirates
Cowboys & Clowns
Last night, I went to bed exhausted after another long week at school. Knowing Halloween was upon us, I wondered if I would have a last-minute visit from #1 Son-ster today. For the last several years, he has popped back to the homestead to explain the costume he is intending for Halloween. He usually comes with a photo knowing that we still have a large plastic container with ghoulish accoutrements and that my small addiction to fabric means that I have all the makings for whatever he intends.
Here are a few of the past years’ last minute (several hours worth of sewing) costumes.
Anyway, as I awoke this morning at the reasonable hour of anytime after 5:15 am (my usual school day wake-up), I noticed my phone had a text message. So naturally, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and placed my reading glasses firmly on my face to read a very long text.
It’s not a costume unless you pose….
“Sew it seams” I did make a lasting memory and I can relax today knowing my spirit made a difference.