It calls to you.
It's saying YOUR name now.
Shhhh. Listen? Yep, that's your name.
Come joooooiiiiiin us.
It says that too.
Tara is a BlogSweetie. She's kind to children and animals alike.
No, I wasn't calling the children, animals. I was letting you know that Tara likes children. AND she likes animals.
And she makes cute stuff.
And she's just... nice.
So... link up!
Besides, I want to see YOUR lunch bag.
And your lunch too.
Here's mine. It's from 31. I just got it. I am particularly fond of the pink bow. And the long handles.
Wanna see what's in it?
Ready?
Here goes...
No... that's not really my lunch. In fact, that's not even my lunch bag. My lunch bag is much cuter than that--as you will see in a minute.
Oreos?
Am I the only one who overestimated how many Oreos we would need when we celebrated Oreo's Hundredth Birthday? With information and motivation from a post by Jen at Runde's Room and Stephanie at Teaching in Room 6, we did an experiment with stacking Oreos. First we did some estimating and then we made Oreo "towers" to find the mean, median, mode, range and outliers. We had a lot of cookies left over after that project, so the next day we did Oreo descriptive writing... sort of a "sensory essay." The students used some pretty impressive vocabulary. They got to eat a cookie before, during and after--I guess the treat was more motivating than I had expected.
And I still have two boxes of Oreos left over.
I've brought them to every staff meeting. And to a few SSC meetings. People see me and say, "No, I don't want any Oreos." Actually, they don't really say that.
But I'm pretty sure that's what they're thinking.
Back to my lunch.
I have a really expensive and-oh-so-exclusive lunch bag.
It looks like this.
Really.
And what's inside?
This day it held my soup, bowl, and spoon.
And an apple.
That same apple has been back and forth to and from school SEVERAL times.
I know I'm not going to eat it.
I like people to think I eat a healthy lunch. One with an apple.
We have a thirty minute lunch at our school. And this year, my lunch is at LUNCH time. Amazing.
We eat from 12:00 to 12:30--just like in the basal reading stories.
Four days a week, there is an opportunity to eat with other grown-ups. Half the time on half the days (Whoa. A real-world example of multiplying fractions), I am in the office or in my room, preparing for an afternoon lesson, making copies,checking e-mails, returning phone calls, or just trying to catch my breath. The rest of the time I am with my buddies talking about how hard it is to get every thing done--especially if you don't spend your lunch trying to take care of those little things.
Wednesday is our minimum day. We eat with the kids. The majority of my students eat a cafeteria lunch. Watching sixth graders eat can do a lot to mute your appetite. Today I saw a lot of straws in grapes. And there seemed to be two groups of kids: Those who gave away the "chicken" patty and those who gave away the bun. It was more confusing than the math we did before lunch.
What about the plastic baggie in my lunch bag?
Yep, those are more Oreos.
I didn't eat the apple that day.
But the bag from the cookies was empty.
It's not too late.
Tara is waiting for you. I am too.
There's a giveaway involved too.
You wouldn't want to miss out on that, would you?
Head on over to Tara's at 4th Grade Frolics.
It's your chance to share your lunch with some BloggyFriends!
P.S. Want an Oreo?
