• Apr172012

    POSTED AT 09:48 AM

    Please help yourself
    to a math sheet on
    the front table.
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    Jan112012

    POSTED AT 11:55 AM

    I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

    I have a dream today!

    --Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., "I have a Dream"

    Click here read and listen to the entire speech,

    Dr. King spoke these words to inspire people and governments to change the ways they treated others. What are your dreams for the world?  What changes will you help create?


    Nov022011

    POSTED AT 12:09 PM

    If Turkeys Thought

    If turkeys thought, they'd run away,
    A week before Thanksgiving Day.
    But turkeys can't anticipate,
    And so there's turkey on my plate!

    Jack Prelutsky


    What is your favorite Thanksgiving food?


    Sep282011

    POSTED AT 11:30 AM

    This is a poem by one of our former First Ladies.  I love the autumn as well.  What is your favorite season? Why?

    THOUGHTS

    By: Jacqueline Bouvier

    I love the autumn,
    And yet I cannot say
    All the thoughts and things
    That make one feel this way.
     
    I love walking on the angry shore,
    To watch the angry sea:
    Where summer people were before,
    But now there’s only me.
     
    I love wood fires at night
    That have a ruddy glow.
    I stare at the flames
    And think of long ago.
     
    I love the feeling down inside me
    That says to run away
    To come and be a gypsy
    And laugh the gypsy way.
     
    The tangy taste of apples,
    The snowy mist at morn,
    The wanderlust inside you
    When you hear the huntman’s horn
     
    Nostalgia-that’s the Autumn,
    Dreaming though September
    Just a million lovely things
    I will always remember.
     
    --1943

    Aug302011

    POSTED AT 01:59 PM

    Welcome to Room 17!

    I will update this blog periodically.  Please feel free to comment on my posts and make suggestions for future posts.

    Sick
    By Shel Silverstein

    “I cannot go to school today,”
    Said little Peggy Ann McKay,
    “I have the measles and the mumps,
    A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.
    My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
    I’m going blind in my right eye.
    My tonsils are as big as rocks,
    I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
    And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,
    And don’t you think my face looks green?
    My leg is cut, my eyes are blue—
    It might be instamatic flu.
    I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
    I’m sure that my left leg is broke—
    My hip hurts when I move my chin,
    My belly button’s caving in,
    My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
    My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
    My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
    I have a sliver in my thumb.
    My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
    I hardly whisper when I speak.
    My tongue is filling up my mouth,
    I think my hair is falling out.
    My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
    My temperature is one-o-eight.
    My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
    There is a hole inside my ear.
    I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?
    What’s that? What’s that you say?
    You say today is—Saturday?
    G’bye, I’m going out to play!”