Skittles to my Justin Beiber

singing into the random crayola marker that I had lying on my desk...which...is,no doubt, doubling as my microphone...duh. Didn't you know that? It's the only logical thing to do with a Crayola marker. And I am absolutely giving you the shouldn't-you-knnow-that-everyone-knows-that look:: Ahem ::clearing throat:: Now..where was I...singing.And I was like baby, baby, baby, oh Like baby, baby, baby, no Like baby, baby, baby, oh I thought you'd always be mine, mine I realize there are many people out there rolling their eyes..covering their ears..making noises with their mouths as to block out this song. One little boy in particular..I know you're out there. I can see you. Trying to cover my mouth from the glouriousness that is coming from my lips. The reason for this wonderfully annoying song? It is fun Friday. This..is...much to my dread what my little loves have decided is their Fun Friday treat. Many things were offered. Musical chairs...coke a cola cupcakes (with a cherry on top, mind you)..trips to Disney World. Nope. Justin Bieber dance party. I was not swaying them. They are people who know what they want. I appreciate that. As a matter of fact, I applaud them for this decisiveness. It is a trait I do not possess. Unless, of course it is for Starbucks. Peppermint white mocha. Everytime. Decisive. Well...unless I want a caramel mocca...those are really tasty. And then there's just the regular peppermint mocca...okay ...maybe decisive is nowhere in my repertoire of skills. (Yes, I said repitiore..in correct usage. It's been a while since I have blindsided you with big fancy words. Honors student people. Honor. Student.) Whew..sidetracked. Honor student with ADD. Now, where was I? applauding my four-year olds for being the decisive decision makers they are. I applaud them loudly. I even throw in an Arsenio Hall style "Whoo Whoo" every once in while. Afterall..Someone has to keep this 90's late night tradition alive Sidenote: for those of you who think Jersey Shore invented the fist pump, we may need to catch you up on pop culture TV history. I accept the challenge. Now back to four-year olds. I applaud them..Unless of course, their desire is to have a dance party to anything and everything Justin Bieber. As this..do not applaud. I do not raise my arm fist pump. I do not shout "Whoo Whoo Whoo" I stare blankly at the excited faces sitting in front of me and have a mental conversation with them. "Really? You are really going to make me listen to Justin Bieber. Are you really going to ask me to endure this strange form of torture? Is this payback for the time I taught you simple addition using skittles that I wouldn't let you eat until the lesson was over?" As I am having this conversation in my head, as photo montage flashes before my eyes. You know the kind..slow triumpant music playing while scenes from you life flash. The kind where everything can be fixed and solved in a mere 4.5 seconds. Tears of joy..hugs..emotional embraces are almost sure to follow. I had one of these, I saw four-year old faces smiling as I sang to them. Even asking me to sing louder (this is why I love them. This is why I love Ann..she lets me sing). I saw them trying their little hearts out to learn how to make patterns as my principal evaluated me for COMPASS (yes, I survived. I think I shall make a t-shirt to wear.) I saw them bringing my a box of Kleenex as I suffered through a cold. Yes, the entire box. I was told "It looks like you may need this. Your sneezes won't stop." I saw them patting my back as they hugged me when I was having a sad day. I saw them love me for everything that I am. Bad singing and all. So, I embraced the torture. I learned every single word. I mean..come on...there's Luda and Starbucks in this song. It was fate. Written just for me. Tutoring Lesson: Luda: short for Ludacris, a pop culture rapper. Try Wikipedia. If you do not know of this Wikipedia, I cannot help you. I only teach tech 200 level classes, and you...I'm sorry to say...must take the 100 level pre-requisites first. So here we are..having a fun Friday dance party. And yes, of course I choreographed a dance for them to learn. It's what a good teacher would do. And I, for one am not one to slack on my duties. We are celebrating. Celebrating that it's Friday. Celebrating that my evaluations are over. Celebrating that these little loves are in my life. They make my world one big celebration. Speaking of Celebrations, I live in the South. Looking at you expectantly...come on..make the connection. You can do it. Celebration. South. February. Come on.. Mardi Gras! If you did not get those clues, we are not to be password partners until we work some clue decoding skills out. I'll help you. Or..well...you know..thinking about it...you may want to find another password tutor. I once gave the clue circle for the word freckle. Hey..I teach four-year olds...that clue was golden in my world. (tutoring pause: golden: perfect, acceptable, the best clue ever)

Now...let's see..Mardi Gras. This sparkly festival was the subject of my COMPASS evaluation lesson. Pretty colors, glitter, feathers...of course I would pick this subject. For our lesson we had Krewes of 2 students. (hit the pause button: krewe: pronounced crew. A group of people who hold Mardi Gras balls and participate in the Krewe of Krewe parades. They are..in some way..the Mardi Gras cool kids. I would like to point out cool is spelled with a "c" here and not a "k". There are certain people in my life who are at this point falling out of their chairs..feet in the air..laughing so hard they are crying. I will not go into the reason for this laughter. It is too embarrassing. No amount of bribery will get it out of me. Well...that's not really true is it. I'm pretty sure I couldn't pass up a new Michael Korres bag. Now..lesson. Mardi gras. Krewes of two. While in their Krewes, they had to create a Mardi gras beads pattern. We talked about how patterns have names just like we do. We talked about how to give them a name( ABAB AABB), and how to write the name. Then I let them get to work. Here's what we did. Check it.

Let me start with telling you about the new love of my life. Meet Dudley. My bright and shiny new kitty cat. He is a pre-k rock star. The Robin to Oliver's Batman. Dudley's favorite holiday is Mardi Gras. He is king of Mardi Gras. Standing on the float, wearing the crown, throwing only the biggest of beads. However, on this day..Dudley's beads lost thier color. We had to help. We had to put color back onto this beads. In a pattern of course.

King of Mardi Gras
King of Mardi Gras

Next we separated into our Krewes to make patterns.

Mardi Gras Patterning : Here is the workmat we used. We used purple, yellow and green circle cut outs as the beads. I placed each one in a page protector for those little friends who wanted to write the name of the pattern. This way they could use an Expo marker and just wipe it off.

mardi gras collage
mardi gras collage