Open House and Monday Frustrations

Mama and I on the first day of second grade.

Woohoo!  First day of school over.

Another shot from the first day of school.

At Open House, I showed Daddy all my work.  I was so interested that I couldn't look at the camera.

Digging in my desk to show Mama and Daddy my work.

This is my writing journal.

Self-Portrait.

A story about an astronaut

My teacher and I looked so pretty.

Goofy brother photobombing us.

Working on the computer in Paul's room.

Today was a rough day for  Claire.  Due to some mis-communication/mis-understanding, she was separated from her class and was on the playground while they were inside.  She stuck by another second grade teacher and was back where she belonged in a matter of minutes.  Her heart was sad, though, and she was emotional for quite a bit of the day.  Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

I made a lava lamp and now everyone wants one

Yesterday I made colored water with a dot dot marker and then I put in olive oil in a water bottle.  It looks like a lava lamp.  I took it to school today to show my teacher and everyone started begging and begging and begging and begging for it so now I have to make three more.

One girl was spitting out food at lunch.  She was eating food she didn't like.

I was sitting next to Bailey and I was about to spit out the name of the boy I like.  Bailey doesn't think he's trustable, but I do.  I like him.  Of course I think he's trustable.  Duh!

The teacher read Tikki Tikki Timbo.  Yeah!

If I make Natalie a lava lamp she'll give me some sparkly earrings.  I know she has some.

There's something really exciting that happened today.  Go Jayhawks!

Claire is dissolving into fits of hyperness and laughter.

Moo Bar!  Moo Bar!  I said Moo Bar!

I had the yummiest ice cream today and it was like a moo bar except it was chocolate in the center and it was oval shaped.

I got writer's cramp today

I had to write about math for about three hours today and my wrist was hurting and I started crying because I had to write so much.
I had to write all about scientists and if I wanted to a be a weather scientist and some other kind of scientist.  What was it called?  a bulbologist?  I don't remember.  Meteorologist was the other one.

I just wrote down an easy math story because I had writer's cramp and I couldn't keep up.  You see this part of me right here (showing her wrist) That's what hurts when I have writer's cramp.

You forgot to send my birthday card to Barack Obama.  That is one thing I don't like is when you forget about stuff.

I let Daina play with my hair because she likes my hair and I wanted to get her messing with my hair done.  I was like, "Keep on playing with my hair if you want to, as long as you don't mess it up."  I let people play with my hair as long as they don't make a mess, and they don't.

Can I have some Reese's Puffs?

Here's my spelling words.

I tried to pass notes to Daina with my invisible ink pen after school.  But you're always getting there early, so I don't have a chance.  And who in the world would bring a pen to lunch?  I'm not going to bring a pen to lunch.

She initialed my spelling words because I copied them right.

I missed part of math because I was learning how to unlock and lock the door.  I get to be a keyholder.

I kept crying in math because I kept tearing my paper.  She said not to worry and she would tape it, but she didn't and now I'm worried I will get a zero.  Probably not, though, because I'm so good at it.

I already know all my spelling words.  They are EASY!