I'm here at Gramma and Grampa's house! Look: here's a teapot of flowers planted by Hannah and Dill.
I'm waiting for Gramma. I'm going to school with her today, although she says it will be boring because of SBAC testing. Whew! I'm done with mine. We picked some lilacs from the back yard to take to school because Gramma loves them and wants to have a bunch to smell during the day. I'm playing with her iPad and looking at the photo of me with the teapot. FYI: my leg feels fine.
Don't worry. I use my seatbelt. Gramma insists.
Since Gramma had to get ready for SBAC testing, I asked if I could just hang out and meet people. Gramma knew just the place: I fit just perfectly in the Spring Poetry hall bulletin board the kids made. I could wave and say hi as every one walked by. It was pretty cool.
Next, I helped Gramma make copies of model essays for the writing class. It was an awful long essay; we don't write that much in third grade, although the unflat Hannah wrote three pages about me! That's really awesome!
However, I was sent to the principal's office when I ran down the hall to keep up with the tall unflat kids. Apparently, running in the hall is a spleem. Spleems are when we do things that are not good or that are hurtful or unsafe. That would be running in the hall. The Principal explained to me that she knew I could be Pax Leader and be safe by walking in the hall. We watched the video "Pax by Berto" on this blog: Proud Pax Leaders.
Mrs. Pankey, the Principal, asked me, "You wouldn't want to fall and break your other leg, would you?"
"Well, no," I said. And then I thought of a really good answer. "And I wouldn't want someone else to fall and break their leg either. I know I need to walk in the hallway."
Mrs. Pankey smiled really big [ see picture] because she knew I could be a Pax Leader. But I better watch the other videos, so I know what a Pax Leader really is. I think it means to do the right thing, like walk in the hall, be nice and kind, listen to the speakers, help others.
It's kinda nice here because even though I was in trouble, I didn't feel like I was in trouble; I just learned what I should do so I would know.
Mrs. Pankey showed me the bronze eagle outside her office. Gramma's school mascot is an eagle. Isn't this beautiful? One of the community members and former student donated this to the school. Eagle's are Pax Leaders -- soaring to success. And look what I got! A Pax Tootle Feather for exploring politely in the hallway! See! I am a Pax Leader.
A Tootle is the opposite of a tattle; it's a compliment for doing well and making good choices as a Pax Leader. I put the feather into the P-4th grade student bucket. My name might be drawn and I could win a prize!
Look! I even put the wilting lilacs in water for Gramma. I am a Pax Leader. I see something that needs to get done, and I do it! I'm awesome!
After all this learning, I was pretty tired, so I cuddled up to some creatures my size and made friends with them. We watched and listened quietly while Gramma taught and the kids learned. [Don't tell Gramma: I took a little nap; that might have been a spleem.]
Gramma found books I could read during reading time. Look familiar?
Did you know it was National Poem in Your Pocket Day today? Gramma suggested a short poem for me:
We thought it was Anonymous, but Gramma said we had to be sure. So we Google'd it and discovered that the author is from Washington State who wrote it in 1927: Strickland Gillilan. I don't get it, but maybe Dill does.
I carried it in my backpack. What poem did you carry today?
I'm pretty sure I'm going to bed early. I'll probably fall asleep in the car.
See you tomorrow.
PS.
We ate hotdogs and popcorn and coleslaw for dinner, and then Gramma is helping me blog! I'm a blogger! I'm a writer! I'm a Flat Hannah Pax Leader!
