Snowflakes touching my face.
Clouds racing across the sky.
Sunshine reflecting off the windows.
And me, on the winter street, listening.
-Mrs. Rastin
Screams of laughter from sky.
Parade music and dancing in the street.
Thunder in the distance,
And me, outside the Tower of Terror, listening.
-Mrs. Rastin
Jarring buzz from the tabletop.
Splashing shower in the next room.
Purring cat in my ear.
And me, rousing from sleep, listening.
-Mrs. Rastin
Debra
honest, hard-working, genuine, what-you-see-is- what-you-get,
daughter of God, and the world around us
sister of three joined by heart, mind and soul
mother of five, very different,
but much loved children,
who will remain young forever in mind
lover of family, children, teaching, and
the quietness all around at the end of the day
who feels anger at the injustices in the world
who fears for the well-being of those she loves
who would like to see spring flowers blooming
and the yellow green leaves
of budding trees,
resident of Canada
Rastin
The important thing about Spring is that it always comes.
The snow melts and you see the green grass.
The robins return and are busily building nests.
The sun starts to warm the trees
who show off greening buds.
And just when you relax with a contented sigh,
the snow and cold return.
But the important thing about Spring is that it always comes.
Mrs. Rastin
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Girls fussing in the back seat.
Traffic whirring, honking by.
Taylor Swift blaring on the I pod.
And me, singing off key.
Tick tock, Tick tock, goes the clock.
Buzz Buzz, goes the phone.
Drip drop, drip drop, the coffee descends into the cup.
And me, trying to wake up!
Mrs. Thurman
Parri
Loud, happy, a wife, and a mom.
Daughter of Lewright.
Sibling of Mary Beth.
Lover of reading, cooking, and my girls.
Who feels peaceful, content, and lucky.
Who fears snakes, illness, and failure.
Who would like to see Tanzania, Namibia, and Greece.
Resident of Farragut, Tennessee.
Thurman
The most important thing about beaing a teacher is to have fun.
It is fun to teach about the five senses and dissect cow eyes!
It is fun to study the Iditarod and follow Lance Mackey throught the race.
It is fun to play Sparkle, Connect Four, and Top-it!
It is also fun to study plants and grow pretty flowers for Mother's Day.
But the most important thing about being a teacher is to have fun.
By: Mrs. Thurman
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Virginia
Intelligent, caring, determined, loyal
Daughter of Placido and Elizabeth
Sibling of three brothers and two sisters
Lover of nature, food and friends
Who feels proud, excited and adventurous
Who fears mice and crawly creatures
Who would like to see Rt. 66, Mt. Rushmore and the Taj Mahal
Resident of RI
Giacobone
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Kids running up metal steps.
Basketballs bouncing on the pavement.
Yelling, screaming, shouting, talking, laughing, all around.
And me, watching to make sure everyone is safe.
By: Mrs. Thomas
The most important thing about teaching is the kids!
Teaching a student something new is very rewarding.
Teaching is caring for each as an individual.
Teaching is fun because you meet new students every year.
Teaching is like reading a new book, you never know of where your adventures may take you.
The most important thing about teaching are the kids!
Mrs. Thomas
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Kids nervously eating breakfast.
Everyone taking a bathroom break.
Sitting calmly in our seats, knowing we're ready.
And me, breathing deeply, ready to take the FCAT.
By: Mrs. McCoy
Mickey
Funny, happy, cute and playful.
Son of Mom and Dad.
Sibling of Amelia Fieldmouse.
Lover of friends, family and fun.
Who feels excited, joyful and ready for fun.
Who fears mean people, fighting, and thunderstorms.
Who would like to see a mouse-tronaut travel on the
Space Shuttle to the moon and Mars.
Resident of Walt Disney World and Disney Land.
Mouse
By: Mrs. McCoy
George
Honest, historic, brave and smart.
Son of a father who died when George was only 11,
and a mother who lived to be 82 years old
and saw her son become the first President of the United States!
Sibling of 3 brothers, a sister and some stepbrothers and step sisters, too!
Lover of horses, freedom and America.
Who felt great sadness during the Revolutionary War,
great worry for the new country called The United States of America,
and great peace at his home called Mount Vernon.
Who feared very few things, but was concerned about many,
especially the new country he led.
Who would have liked to see all people living peacefully,
happily and as free citizens.
Resident of Mount Vernon near Alexandria, Virginia.
Washington
By: Mrs. McCoy
Eyes reading Quiet
Noisy Poems.
Smile crossing my face.
Thinking how terrific the kids poems are.
And me, wondering what I could write.
Mind thinking.
Fingers typing.
Trying to follow the pattern.
And me, realizing I CAN do one, too.
Mrs. Gonzalez
Principal
Mrs. McCoy & Friend's School
Dear Manatees,
I think you are such adorable creatures when you swim
so gently and gracefully through the water.
Did you know how helpful you are to us?
You eat the green plants that can clog our rivers.
Those green plants can also get tangled up in boat propellers,
causing boaters a lot of trouble.
You never attack or bully anyone.
In fact, you are always quiet, calm and gentle.
I think humans ought to act more like manatees.
We should be kinder and gentler to everyone around us.
Thank you for teaching us this important lesson.
Yours Truly,
Mrs. McCoy
Dear Pollen,
I am so thankful that you are the reason
more plants and trees can grow all around us.
Your bright yellow color lays all over my red car
and makes it look orange.
But do you know what it means when you appear?
It means I spend weeks with a pocket jammed full
of Kleenex because my nose is running continuously.
It means that I spend weeks with watery eyes
and a bright red nose from sneezing
over and over and over again.
It makes me look like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer!
I really, really, REALLY wish that your lovely yellow color
didn't cause my allergies to go crazy!
Sincerely,
Mrs. McCoy
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My Higbees
By Mrs. Hig
The most important thing about my class
Is that they are loving
They are respectful
They are helpful
They read and write very well
They care about others
The "bees" have courage
And they have integrity
But the most important thing about my class
Is that they are loving
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Nancy
Talkative, shy, stubborn, proud.
Daughter of perfect parents.
Sibling of one of my best friends.
Lover of family time, good books, and staying young.
Who feels nervous, content, happy.
Who fears death, failure, being old.
Who would like to see my children succeed, married, with grandchildren.
Resident of Rochester, New York.
Ryan
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First Grade
by Ms. Filer
Pages rustling and turning in books.
Students reading with whispers into their phones.
Friends assisting each other with tricky words
And me, grinning at the reading progress I observe.
Computer keyboards clicking away.
Voices murmuring "Ah-ha's" and "Wow's!"
Excited sharing of tips for KidPix.
And me, enjoying the happy collaboration.
Feet clamoring up the stairs.
Voices buzzing about the day's lunch special.
Laughter filling the cafeteria.
And me, relaxing during my midday break.
Shoes slapping the pavement as we run.
Kids asking excitedly, "How many laps?"
Classmates earning points together at running Club.
And me, smiling at their energy and enthusiasm.
Music playing from the Smartboard.
Boys and girls dancing the Macarena.
Voices singing out the months of the year.
And me, focusing on the happy math learning.
Chairs banging to the tops of the desks.
Lunchboxes rattling into the backpacks.
Friends calling "goodbye" to each other.
And me, beaming about their learning, escorting them to buses.
Julie
Creative, independent, loving, intuitive, fun
Daughter of Jim and Louise
Sibling of Jim, Mary, Mark, and Joseph
Lover of learning, music, golf, yoga, nature
Who feels optimism, joy, blessed
Who fears heights, fire, war
Who would like to see pyramids, castles, Mars
Resident of Snohomish, Washington
Filer
Ms. Filer
The important thing about me is that I love to spend time with my friends
and family.
I love nature, Mother Earth, and the moon & stars.
I love to exercise by walking on the Centennial Trail (I'm up to 9 miles!).
I love to listen to music on my iPod and to dance.
I love to play Wii games with my grandsons.
I love to shop with my daughters and granddaughter.
I love taking vacations and to discover new sights, sounds, and
experiences.
(California Screamin' was a blast!).
I love teaching first graders.
I love to read interesting books every night.
I love to learn!
But, the important thing about me is that I love to spend time with my
friends and family.
Dear Trees,
I love how, when I was 6, I could climb onto your branches to read my books.
I love the space you give me in the quiet of nature.
I love the way your leaves shade me from the sun.
Do you mind having me for company once in awhile?
Thank you for providing shelter for living things.
Love,
Ms. Filer
Dear Sunshine,
I love the heat I feel from your energy.
You warm me from the inside out.
Your sparkles of light nurture me.
They trail gently, making beautiful patterns as they touch the Earth.
The sparkles are like shimmering stars during the night.
Will you always be with me?
Your energy and light brighten and fill my world.
Thank you for being part of my universe.
Love,
Julie
Ms. Filer's Earliest Memory
At my Grandpa Barney's house
Walking through the marshland on the boardwalk to the beach
Cheerful, inquisitive, playful
Soft sand, frothy waves, and Grandpa's warm hand
Loved.
Spring is Coming
by Ms. Filer
You can hear baby birds chirping.
You can see their little beaks reaching for food.
Spring is coming.
You can see buds on cherry tree branches.
You can hear bees buzzing.
Spring is coming.
You can hear rain splashing on the ground
And feel its coolness on your face.
You can see mud puddles at the edges of the path
And feel rain tapping on your head.
Spring is coming.
And if you follow the sunshine through the raindrops
You can see a beautiful rainbow stretch across the sky.
Spring is coming.
Chirping birds
Splashing rain
Shining rainbow
Spring is coming.
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The Benefits of Living Alone
Susan Nixon
4-30-2011
If you make cookies, you can make the kind YOU want.
You can lick the beaters yourself,
And the spatula and the bowl,
And get it all over your face if you want to.
You can even eat the raw cookie dough.
If you use your finger to push the dough off the spoon,
You can lick your finger clean.
No one tells you your cookies are too close together
And you will have one big-cookie mess.
You can eat the cookies hot
And no one says,
"Look out, you'll burn your tongue."
And no one says,
"You're going to spoil your dinner."
In fact, if you want to,
You can eat cookies for dinner,
Four or six or even a whole dozen
Until you are stuffed full of cookies.
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