So today I subbed for a 6th grade classroom and it was fun! I miss being in my little groups, but it was fun to try out general education. This is the very inaccurate drawing I made of daffodils for them. I mean it kind of looks like them...right?
What I love: Teaching and well, the poem I spent all day reading aloud called "Daffodils" by William Wordsworth. Here's a little excerpt:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Chicago is like that. Sometimes there are moments when you're walking the lonely road and you come up over this really rough hill and before you is a field full of daffodils.
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Chicago is like that. Sometimes there are moments when you're walking the lonely road and you come up over this really rough hill and before you is a field full of daffodils.
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