"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
When Joe finally met Maggie she was a doll.
Totally happy, cheerful and smiling from ear to ear.
Until….
Until he asked her were she gets her hair cut because, as far as he could tell, they had the same stylist.
Joe wanted to know what number of buzzer she uses on her hair.
Maggie totally lost it and started crying.
I guess she wants to keep her style tips to herself.
When I was in elementary school my grandpa, a retired principal, would drive from Lynnwood to Anacortes to volunteer in my or my brothers’ classrooms once a week. I find this pretty amazing that he was committed to spending that time with us at our school. I remember talking with him at recess with my friends and he was always interested in our lives and easy to talk to.
After volunteering at Fidalgo for a number of years, and all us kids had left the building, he decided to move to a classroom closer to his own home. When I got a teaching job I asked him a number of times to spend some of his time in my room, but he always declined saying that he thought he might be too much of a boss in my room.
This year I’ve admitted to having a tad bit of the Back to School Blues, but I recently found out that my grandfather has decided to no longer volunteer his time at the school he has most recently been at. I wonder if he has Back to School Blues, but he can’t feel too bad because he has a lot to teach Maggie…
