
It is a wet Friday afternoon, the day after Meet the Teachers Night, at the end of a beautiful (and long) week. Still, it was pretty sane here this afternoon. 8th graders were reading The Crucible aloud. "I find here a poppet Goody Proctor keeps. I have found it, sir. And in the belly of the poppet a needle's stuck! I tell you true, Proctor..."
In another room sixth graders were using a formula to plot points on a graph. Seventh graders were in the science lab discussing the dynamics of the sound a police siren makes coming towards you and then receding.
K-1's were drawing from their own collection of autumn words. 4-5's were silently reading. 2-3's were running around the gym like maniacs.
Then I stopped in Pre K. They were carefully listening to a Bach cello suite. As they listened, they told what it sounded like. "Meg, it's water flowing in the ocean." "It's a pirate ship at sea, with pirates flying out."
I just checked. The butterfly is still there.