March 2022 SOLC–Day 5
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Mornings this week have been especially gorgeous. I have a beautiful commute through rolling rural hills and over a river to get to school. With overnight snowfalls and perfectly timed sunrises, I’ve been treated to one spectacle after another– sun-lit birches like candelabra rising from the snow, a river obscured by an incandescent mass of glowing fog, dried flower heads gathering snow like blossoms. My classroom view isn’t bad either.
So, I arrived at school on Friday feeling particularly grateful for living in Maine and decided to focus our morning meeting share on things we felt thankful for. I told my fourth graders they could share something about living in Maine, or they could mention anything they were grateful for. We went around the circle sharing.
“I’m thankful for family and friends.”
“I’m thankful for ice fishing, snowmobiling and sledding.”
“I’m thankful for all the open places.”
Then it was A’s turn. A is a petite, quirky kid who likes to contribute to conversations with his own twist.
“I’m grateful that I used to live in Alabama where it was 80˚ in the winter!” he announced emphatically.
B. (who is also quirky and once tried to convince me that a character with a dark outlook on life had probably previously had his amygdala damaged in an accident even if, “No, Mrs. Hogan, I can’t back that up with evidence from the story.”) turned to him. “If it was 80˚ in winter, what was it in the summer?”
“Oh, it was in the 100s,” he said.
There were a lot of “Whoas” and “Wows” from the northern-bred kids in my classroom.
Then I heard B. say to himself quietly, in all seriousness, “Well, I guess that explains why you’re so small. You probably had all the water boiled out of you.”
You can’t make these things up.