the farm show

Tim's class put on their first program of the year called The Farm Show.  This was the culmination of all the learning they have had thus far, starting with the Little Red Hen and included Johnny Appleseed and a trip to Garsons Farm, a local vegetable farm where they got to pick and keep a pumpkin.

The parents were invited, and I luckily didn't have a class, so I was able to attend and enjoy the performance and the pumpkin cake that they made the day before.  Tim served it to me.

This is Ruby and Jack welcoming the guests.

"All Around the Kitchen" is a new song for us.

This is the "glue dance" in which they are to pretend their feet are glued to the floor.

This is what we know about the farm.

This is what Tim knows about the farm.

It wouldn't be a farm show if we didn't have Old MacDonald.

This is Tim's class.  The woman behind Tim is his head teacher Mrs. Dunkley.  The woman on the right is Ms. Hylands who is with the class full time as Mrs. Dunkley's assistant.  There is usually a third adult with them.

On Tim's right is Jack.  His father and mother teach at the high school, and we are becoming friends.  Mom teaches English and Dad teaches science.  On Tim's left is Nathaniel, his nemesis.  Nathaniel has never been in school before, so he is learning a lot about group behavior.  Next to Nathaniel is Daniel.  His mother and I started work this year and got to know each other in all the new teacher meetings at the beginning of the year.  She teaches science and her husband teaches math at the middle school.  Tim and Daniel are current best friends.

Those are the major players in his class life right now, so I won't bother with the names of the others - not that I know all of them.  He has little to say about the girls.  Ruby is in the middle to Tim's far left.  Her mother and father teach at the school as well, but I don't know them other than to say hello and nod.

learning to read - the beginning

Tim is learning to read, and we are very excited.  This such a special, wonderful time in our lives, especially regarding his education.  I love how obvious what he is doing in school is because it just pours out of him spontaneously in song, noticing rhyming words, sounding out letters he sees on signs, in conversations he has with himself, and best of all the things that he voluntarily tells us about his day.  I don't have to say a word about school, and within minutes of collecting him at the end of the day, he's telling me about something that happened or something he learned or something that is going to happen.  I can't help but compare him to my own students.  I'm sure none of them go home talking about how an author creates mood in a short story.