My students never know what they will find in my room. Today it was baby ducks playing in the sink. The chicks stayed in their crate in the kiln roomd until I could get them home. As luck would have it, the principal, who rarely comes in my room, came looking for her easel and said, what's that peeping? I thought, uh-oh, I'm in big trouble. When I told her I couldn't keep them in my truck in this hot weather she said no problem. She was totally cool. So we continued to play with our ducks. I love the end of the year. Anything can happen, even baby ducks in school.
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Maggie, you so remind me of a wonderful art teacher I had when I was young - she encouraged, encouraged and was always up to something interesting.
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