The lower school was abuzz this morning. Our kindergarten students were stunned to learn that their gingerbread man had been stolen from the oven when they went to retrieve him. I watched anxiously as they searched everywhere. They searched in the library, the classrooms, and finally found him tucked safely away behind the principal's desk. I remember hearing Mrs. Phillips tell the students first thing this morning that she loved gingerbread. Hmmm...was that a clue?
I spent many years teaching at the elementary level; five of those years were with first graders. You never get it out of your system. Their innocence and excitement are secret ingredients to the fountain of youth. That's why elementary teachers seem to live forever. Shhhh, don't tell anyone.
Jan Hurd
President
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