Halloween...
Halloween, 2005. What a strange day! The superintendent stopped by room—she is really nice. She used to be a teacher at Higgins, so I think she has a special affinity for the school. My students were working on “scary” stories—we have been studying foreshadowing. Dr. Wade thought it was “cute.” Even though I hate that phrase when used in connection to a learning activity, I guess it was cute. I thought it was a good idea. Today for the first time, I realized my students have really been opening up with writing— I was looking over their writing in the beginning of the year and they have really improved. My favorite day of the week is when they make a rap, story or a song using as many spelling or vocabulary words as possible. They work really hard on them because they get the chance to perform. It is so much fun!
Everyone was a little crazy today and I was exhausted by three. My husband and I went to help my mother with trick-or-treaters. Her new neighbor told her she got five hundred trick-or-treaters last year. I don’t know how many kids actually came but it was more people than I have ever seen. I started off giving five or six pieces of candy and ended with giving one per person. When I was younger we got three trick-or-treaters—my two brothers and myself—my the world is changing…
The strangest thing happened during the Halloween rush—a little girl of about three just sat down on porch. I didn’t actually notice her for a while because of all the kids. My husband jabbed me in the side and wanted to know if I knew her—I had never seen her before in my life. The poor girl was lost. We flagged down the police and I guess they had been trying to find her for a pretty long time. She never cried, or asked for anything—she did try to give us all of her Halloween candy. She was really sweet. It is funny how kids have such a good sense—she picked our porch—probably because she felt safe. About three police cars showed up—and all the neighbors thought people had egged the house or something horrible like that. It was a sight to see. Anyway, she was reunited with her family and all ended well.
Everyone was a little crazy today and I was exhausted by three. My husband and I went to help my mother with trick-or-treaters. Her new neighbor told her she got five hundred trick-or-treaters last year. I don’t know how many kids actually came but it was more people than I have ever seen. I started off giving five or six pieces of candy and ended with giving one per person. When I was younger we got three trick-or-treaters—my two brothers and myself—my the world is changing…
The strangest thing happened during the Halloween rush—a little girl of about three just sat down on porch. I didn’t actually notice her for a while because of all the kids. My husband jabbed me in the side and wanted to know if I knew her—I had never seen her before in my life. The poor girl was lost. We flagged down the police and I guess they had been trying to find her for a pretty long time. She never cried, or asked for anything—she did try to give us all of her Halloween candy. She was really sweet. It is funny how kids have such a good sense—she picked our porch—probably because she felt safe. About three police cars showed up—and all the neighbors thought people had egged the house or something horrible like that. It was a sight to see. Anyway, she was reunited with her family and all ended well.
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