According to the artistic impressions of the children, I have a dick nose.
First of all, I'm a massive idiot. I thought I was being really organised by registering for my postal vote two days before the deadline instead of on the actual deadline, but it turns out you need to send your application for a postal vote, by post.
I hope people vote with compassion at the forefront of this year's, and every year's vote.
What does it mean when you dream about the moon from Majora's Mask hurtling towards you, only to deflect it?
Did I defeat the double headed monster of self-doubt and ironing?
I've been lithe to get angry in the past.
My Flyers group were talking about going to friends' birthday party at the weekend:
Anyway, it made me feel a different kind of homesick.
Alfie and Annie Rose
I spent
My childhood was defined by the stories I read, as I'm sure everyone else's was.
I'd been thinking of getting the Teacher's Magazine but none of the issues really appealed to me. Until...
This issue, it talks about using The Very Hungry Caterpillar. It provides a link to an online Slideshare version of the book (the text is the same, but it using lots of Paint drawings... still, it gets the job done) and some flashcards. The flashcards have a picture of a fruit
So I read him the story.
The kid loves cutting out and gluing things. I cut out foam disks.
This allowed there to be some structure to the sticking, so no more running round with the glue stick getting the tables!
Yes, as always, the lesson ended with me being pelted with plastic fruit, but overall I think it was a success.
"Are you in your cocoon?"
Basically, this week gave me diabetes.
A different kind of homesickness.
I planned a Robin Hood lesson and "We're Going on a Bear Hunt", but I'll see
Thankfully
It had some great flashcards.
Then "Pretend you are a caterpillar". I brought in a (clean) bedsheet for the "cocoon".
When the weather changes, it inspires you to try different things related to the new season.
EVEN THEIR TINY LITTLE TEETHIES ARE SO ADORABLE EVEN WHEN THEY'RE TRYING TO DESTROY YOU.
There are those



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