tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19695058687784232212024-03-04T21:17:57.493-08:00Claire Goes to SchoolThe tales of life from the eyes of a student at Bruce Shulkey Elementary in Fort Worth.Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-48846457883010405082015-12-01T15:28:00.000-08:002015-12-01T15:30:42.347-08:00December 1 Reflections<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>Today is Tuesday, December 1st. Today is also my friend Elaine's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELAINE! Since today is her birthdaay, Elaine's mom brought up cookies and treat bags for the class! </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>Before we get to all the exciting adventure suff I want to tell you what's new about the blog. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>Instead of mommy typing what I say at the end of the day, I type what I say! </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>OK, now for my school day! I walked into my fourth grade class. Ms. Kendall told us to begin DEAR time.(Drop Everything And Read)</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>I started to read From the mixed up file of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>"Trade 4.2 to 4.1 and open your book to page 299." Ms. Kendall demanded.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>Ms. Kendall's class sooned ended, so we switched to Mrs. Kelley's class. GT time rolled around the corner so fast. After GT we had Free Play in PE. Sooooooo exciting! </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>Mr. Adams class ended so fast and we all enjoyed Elaine's sweets! </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>JOKE OF THE DAY: </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>What does the Gingerbread Man put on his bed?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>A cookie sheet! </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b> Goodbye,</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b> Claire Boyette </b></span></div>
Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-5689337934210060022014-08-25T15:22:00.003-07:002014-08-25T15:22:50.674-07:00First Day of Third Grade<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Claire and Paul before school.</td></tr>
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Claire is in the third grade at Bruce Shulkey Elementary. This year she will switch classes midway through the day, which she is very excited about.<br />
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Mom: What's something good that happened today?<br />
C: We decorated a paper that says it's okay to make mistakes, or something. She had this cool thing that her dad's friend made for her that there was a sharpened pencil with an eraser at the top and it said "never makes mistakes." The second one was a broken pencil with an eraser, like the lead broke off. There was a third one with two erases at each end that said never tried, never makes mistakes. The last one was a pencil with an eraser that had never been sharpened and it said, "Never tries."<br />
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We did a lto of going over stuff because it was the first day. Stuff I already knew.<br />
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We did a calendar for our folder and an all about me story and an alla bout me packet.<br />
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I sat across from the teacher for lunch. She had watermelon and a ham sandwich and yogurt. She had a big sandwich and a lot of watermelon and I think a cheesestick.<br />
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We made birthday cake thingies to hang on the wall and we put our birthdays on there.<br />
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She started reading us The Chocolate Touch. So far, it's really good. Can I read the book the Midas Touch or something? I could probably find it at the library.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At her desk.</td></tr>
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Mom: Tell me something funny that happened.<br />
C: My math teacher said don't sit with your chair out too far and a girl sat out with her chair out for an example and they were pushing each other. Before that, she said something about arguing. She talked funny when she was pretending to be one of us. <br />
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And later that girl said, "I wish we could take out clothes off and go outside. Oh wait, we can't go out naked!" I knew that she meant keep on your underwear. She was being silly.<br />
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Mom: Tell me something that made you mad today.<br />
C: Nothing. I don't like to do that.<br />
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Mom: Tell me a joke<br />
C: What do you call a nosy pepper?<br />
A jalapeno.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She was so thirsty after school, she couldn't pause to take a photo with her friend!</td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-41017113675324050542013-09-09T14:05:00.003-07:002013-09-09T14:05:58.162-07:00Open House and Monday Frustrations<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama and I on the first day of second grade.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woohoo! First day of school over.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another shot from the first day of school.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Open House, I showed Daddy all my work. I was so interested that I couldn't look at the camera.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Digging in my desk to show Mama and Daddy my work.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my writing journal.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Self-Portrait.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My teacher and I looked so pretty.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working on the computer in Paul's room.<br /><br /><i>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></td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-32029991714884338432013-09-04T13:29:00.001-07:002013-09-04T13:29:11.921-07:00I made a lava lamp and now everyone wants oneYesterday 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.<br />
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One girl was spitting out food at lunch. She was eating food she didn't like.<br />
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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!<br />
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The teacher read Tikki Tikki Timbo. Yeah!<br />
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If I make Natalie a lava lamp she'll give me some sparkly earrings. I know she has some.<br />
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There's something really exciting that happened today. Go Jayhawks!<br />
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Claire is dissolving into fits of hyperness and laughter.<br /><br />
Moo Bar! Moo Bar! I said Moo Bar!<br />
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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.<br />
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<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-36586144713159476382013-09-03T13:29:00.001-07:002013-09-03T13:29:20.513-07:00I got writer's cramp todayI 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.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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You forgot to send my birthday card to Barack Obama. That is one thing I don't like is when you forget about stuff.<br />
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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.<br />
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Can I have some Reese's Puffs?<br />
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Here's my spelling words.<br />
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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.<br />
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She initialed my spelling words because I copied them right.<br />
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I missed part of math because I was learning how to unlock and lock the door. I get to be a keyholder.<br />
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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.<br />
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I already know all my spelling words. They are EASY!Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-80017893790003944482013-08-29T13:38:00.003-07:002013-08-29T13:38:48.328-07:00Second Grade Day 4<div>
Mrs. H doesn't mind if we don't do what we're not supposed to do. She doesn't mind if we sit on the floor and read our head off.</div>
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I'm a manager. It's my job to help people when they raise their hand to help.</div>
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Here's something super exciting that happened today. When I did my test, I got to sit in the teacher's chair to do my test.</div>
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The teacher ran out of orange bus tickets so I had to ask another teacher for hers.</div>
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I got a note in invisible ink. It said can we have a playdate in a week on Saturday. It was from Bailey.<div>
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This is something really, really fun. My test; it was an easy math test. One of them was really hard but the rest was easy.</div>
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I went to Art. I made a clown, which was boring. You couldn't talk to anyone, that's why it was boring. And most of our coloring time was wasted with changing seats.</div>
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We didn't go out to recess because there was an orange alarm about recess. It was too hot to go outside, even the principal announced it on the announcements. An orange alarm is if you go outside the camera will catch you. She mentioned teachers don't let your children go outside because it's too hot.</div>
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I gave Nicole a note in invisible ink.</div>
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Barely anything good happened today. It was just a day. It wasn't exciting, it was just a second grade day.</div>
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I did get to get on the computer and it said my password expired so I couldn't take my Star test because I needed a new password and Ms. Wagoner couldn't get our new password written down. We didn't get to take our Star test.</div>
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Two boys kept breaking out. They got bumps on their skin. Their skin gets all bumpy. I don't know why.</div>
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One girl put her fingers down her throat and she threw up. One boy told her to do it again and she kept doing it and she threw up. </div>
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I started reading The Wimpy Kid book. It was called the last straw.</div>
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A joke:</div>
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What's a dog's favorite job to have?</div>
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Being in charge of cats.</div>
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Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-702899297345424032013-08-28T13:46:00.003-07:002013-08-28T13:46:37.083-07:00Second Grade Day 3Good stuff. I got a lollipop for turning in all my assignment papers you filled out.<br />
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We didn't read any books. I read <i>Dog in Charge</i> and<i> I Can Read with My Eyes Shut</i> and<i> When I was Young in the Mountains. </i>And I read some in my summer reading book and something else, I forgot what it was called. And I read My Lucky Day and My Chicken Stew. I love those books.<br />
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I got my second spirit stick for the keychain.<br />
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<i>What bad happened today?</i><br />
I didn't get to go to recess because too many people talked. Today she graded some of our papers and me and Bailey were the only ones that followed directions but we didn't put a number sentence. I circled the locker number that the answer was and I don't know what Bailey did.<br />
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I wrote a story about friends and I read a book on the computer. It was called the Twin Club and it was about cousins and a lady was at the grocery store and she said, "Oh so cute, twins, and they laughed and one of them tried not to roll his eyes. When they had to go back after the summer they were sad but then they became the greatest email twin club because they would email each other every day. <br />
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<i>Tell me a joke:</i><br />
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Knock knock<br />
Who's there?<br />
Car<br />
Car who?<br />
Bettiecarol.<br />
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Knock knock.<br />
Who's there?<br />
BettieCarol<br />
<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-13698778170794424002013-08-27T13:50:00.001-07:002013-08-27T13:50:25.573-07:00Second Grade Day 2Today was good. I got a smiley face.<br />
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I got the blue dot special. That means when she grades it, I get five extra points.<br />
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When Dainna was the teacher, she was really funny. She was having her arms crossed with a smile on her face. The teacher was telling her to tell Ms. Hillard what was the difference between long vowel and short vowel and she was like "Ummm," and that was funny.<br />
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I went to Art. I made a puppy dog. He had a triangle face and he is sitting on the floor and he has a squished pumpkin body and he has hanging down over ears.<br />
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Lunch was good. I didn't like that cheese; it was too spicy. <br />
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We went to recess and I played puppy with Kaylee and people were attacking me and I didn't like it. I was trying to go with Kaylee and we were going to get ice cream and people were trying to pull us apart. Mia's favorite boy on One Direction is Niles and I promised to get her the real Niles if she set us free.<br />
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I didn't like when that boy said stupid to the teachers and wouldn't do what they told him to do.<br />
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Here's a joke:<br />
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Knock knock<br />
Who's there?<br />
Car<br />
Car Who?<br />
BettieCarol!<br />
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<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-8966556710069689822013-08-26T13:43:00.000-07:002013-08-26T13:43:32.204-07:00First Day of Second GradeToday was Claire's first day of second grade and this is what she had to say about it:<br />
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<i>What did you do today?</i><br />
Today I did a self-portrait. I went to P.E. I had a 3-minute test to see who wrote their numbers the fastest. I got to 55. I wrote what addition means to me. I did math.<br />
There was a lot of time activities for like example, I had a timed test on the Promethean board. I ate my lunch and it was good. <br />
One boy was bad and didn't listen. We got two new students. They are both boys, I think. I know one of them is.<br />
One girl got in trouble because she was talking to much to another boy. One girl had to move because another boy was being bad.<br />
<i>What was funny today?</i><br />
The book Dog in Charge. The cats wouldn't listen to him in the beginning when he was left in charge. All the cats ran away and then at the end the dog couldn't get them to follow his directions and he got the cat treats and he was barking and he was sniffing and his eyes were watering getting really big and he ate the whole bag of cat treats. He was mad the family wouldn't put him in charge again. At the end the cats got in trouble and made a big mess. The dog got a stomachache and he took a nap and he woke up and his dream came true and he got back in charge again.<br />
<i>What was your favorite part of the day?</i><br />
When Mrs. Hillard read us the book.<br />
What's new with your friends?<br />
All my friends in there I know. Except the two new students that I barely don't even know.<br />
<i>What did you not like about today?</i><br />
That boy that got in trouble.<br />
<i>What are you excited about for tomorrow?</i><br />
That she'll be surprised that I brought my papers home and I can get a surprise if I bring them back. If I ask for it, she won't give it to me. So I won't ask for it so she'll give it to me.<br />
<i>Tell me a joke.</i><br />
What's my teacher's favorite thing to do with a dog book?<br />
Snuggle up with it! Get it? Like she's going to snuggle up with a dog but it's a dog book!<br />
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<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-77088692204492680822013-03-14T13:30:00.001-07:002013-03-14T13:30:44.238-07:00New book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I got a allsome new book. it is about our constitution. it is by JuLiette tuRner. and it is illastrayded by JuLiette turner. this is what the Book looks like. I like it. Paul got one to! he like his to. I got it at church. it is fun to Read and look at.Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-57407337006748552712012-12-21T17:29:00.001-08:002012-12-21T17:29:21.134-08:00Poem Claire read at Christmas programLast night was Claire's Christmas program. She did a great job with her best friend Bailey taking turns reading "My Christmas Cards" a poem by Jack Prelutsky. Read the poem<a href="http://www.medinacityschooldistrict.org/assets/attachments/file/My%20Christmas%20Cards.pdf" target="_blank"> here</a>.Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-83951441558910829862012-11-14T04:03:00.002-08:002012-11-14T04:03:40.232-08:00Glen Rose Dinosaur Tracks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This weekend, Daddy took us to Glen Rose to see dinosaur tracks. Here's some pictures.<br />
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<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-49877105316407077252012-11-13T14:27:00.001-08:002012-11-13T14:27:58.112-08:00The Water Cycle, by Claire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Top photo: Cover, See the Water Cycle, by Claire</div>
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Chapter 1: Water Cycle is when some water in a cup evaporates it goes in the clouds. Oct. 25, 2012 Today it was chilly.</div>
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Chapter 2: In the summer the lakes, seas, oceans, ponds, the water evaporates. It goes down. When it rains, water goes down into the lakes, seas, oceans, ponds, it fills it up.</div>
<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-77819488682653759672012-10-09T13:56:00.001-07:002012-10-09T13:56:39.465-07:00Take Your Dad to School Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />A couple of Fridays ago, it was Take Your Dad to School Day. It was fun. Daddy had to go to the cafeteria after the spelling test. The dads had to take a spelling test. Daddy got 100. He also wrote a summary story about robbers breaking into Mrs. Baylor's room. That's all.<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-13259629771827303852012-09-20T13:41:00.000-07:002012-09-20T13:41:15.103-07:00A SummationWhen I get home from school, I usually am tired and hungry. Mama and I work on my homework and then I want to play. I don't usually want to do my blog after all that.<br />
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Mama has realized that I speak more at dinner, so she takes notes then.<br />
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Here's a summary of some news from Mrs. Baylor's class in first grade at Bruce Shulkey Elementary:<br />
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<li>Mrs. Baylor is such a great teacher!</li>
<li>Natalie lost a tooth today.</li>
<li>Zac broke his arm and I was the first to sign his cast.</li>
<li>It's more fun to do plusses with coins than counting in your head.</li>
<li>The first few weeks of first grade are boring because I know everything!</li>
<li>I love my class!</li>
<li>We hardly do any worksheets! We just talk all the time.</li>
<li>I got in trouble for talking at lunch one day.</li>
<li>Today we had to sit at the Pre-K table because another class was in our seats so we had to sit at the Pre K table! It made me so mad!</li>
<li>Yesterday the best part of my day was when I was out of school and I played with Baby Aurora.</li>
<li>You let Paul press a button and not me! It's not fair!</li>
<li>One day when we played outside I played with Preston and I threw his shoe and I was playing with a stick. I had to sit out part of my recess for that.</li>
<li>We had a lockdown drill this week. We go hide between the time out desk. We did a big quiz counting and putting things in order.</li>
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Here's a joke. Why did the kid use a book for a lunch tray?<br />
Because the school didn't have any lunch trays. That's not too funny.Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-25456719761979988102012-09-05T14:30:00.002-07:002012-09-05T14:30:24.340-07:00Terrible TuesdayToday was terrible. I thought I was getting two quarters for change but I didn't get any change. I just stood there waiting for my change from my ice cream and guess what? Nothing.<br />
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There was a lot of talking in line. I was talking some but then I stopped.<br />
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I wish I had $10 because I want to buy all the baby princesses since I love Baby Aurora so much.<br />
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Mrs. Price wanted to play Puff the Magic Dragon for music but she couldn't because someone had stepped on the CD and broken it.<br />
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I was on yellow and that means good day.<br />
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I'm going to read Paul the book, "Skunks Do More Than Stink."<br />
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Here's a joke: Why did the boy bring the baseball bat to school? Because the teacher told him to hit the books.<br />
Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-45827995610400491362012-09-04T16:25:00.002-07:002012-09-04T16:25:35.356-07:00Back to school after Labor DayToday I learned what an hourglass is.<br />
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I learned about some math. I decorated my math journal and I put plus signs and minus signs and shapes and a pattern. I put my numbers to 10. I did a 10-frame and a graph and a kitten. No, not a kitten.<br />
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I also learned science. I looked at a book of scientists. Flowers are part of science and thinking. You gotta think. Look, Paul, you gotta think.<br />
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I went to P.E. We played Cat and Rat. That's a really funny game. One group lines up on one side and the other group lines up on the other side. You get an animal or any toy and when they line up the person that tags it is the cat and the other group is the rat.<br />
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I'm prepared and I'm here to learn. I am respectable and responsible.<br />
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Today at recess I played and saw Ivan touch a dead water bug. He said it was asleep but it was really dead. I showed it to Paul after school and it hadn't moved so I think it's dead. Ivan says it's alive.<br />
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At lunch, Lola stuck her tongue out at me. I saw what color it was. She ate some fruit snacks that changed the color of her tongue. The strongest color was blue.<br />
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I talked to Bailey and asked her about did her backpack come with her matching water bottle holder and she said yes.<br />
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Here's a joke:<br />
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. I don't know why she swallowed a fly. Perhaps she'll die. Would you, could you catch a cow next? She ate the air. So instead, she just went to sleep dreaming about her getting ated. That's my joke. Funny?<br />
Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-73002981622107471262012-08-30T14:47:00.000-07:002012-08-30T14:47:16.179-07:00The Score for Day FourTomorrow I have a spelling test. It's going to be EASY!!<br />
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I love Ramen Noodles! Are they expensive?<br />
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I like Sugar Dot. <br />
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I got a 100 on saying the words and the letters and the sounds. <br />
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We took a math test and it was EASY!!<br />
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We went to PE. We played that game that I told you about yesterday.<br />
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I don't have any new friends because I'm friends with everyone in the class.<br />
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Can we play for five minutes before bathtime? I'm done with my blog.Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-69991913589501713342012-08-29T15:29:00.002-07:002012-08-29T15:29:21.481-07:00Tales of Day 3 in first gradeToday I brought home a list of 250 words, but don't really make me read them to you because they are too easy!<br />
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I got a big sticker on my shirt because I did a good job on my "All About Me" poster.<br />
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I went to music today. We played a game. It was me, 1, 2, 3, 4, Claire at the kitchen door, 5,6,7,8 Claire at the garden gate. They don't mean the garden. It was in another part of the world. Garden means the lawn. Claire at the lawn door.<br />
<br />The true song is 1234 Mary at the Kitchen Door, 5678, Mary at the garden gate.<br />
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Julie, my American Girl Doll, got her raspberry glasses in the mail today.<br />
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Today Mrs. Alvarez had half of her class sitting out at recess. I don't think she has many kids this year.<br />
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I wrote a note to Julie.<br />
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I was the line leader again. I was on yellow. That's a good day. We were going to go to great job, but Mrs. Baylor never moved our pins.<br />
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We have 24 kids in our class now. I was thinking 34, but we have 24.<br />
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We didn't read a single book except in our little unit books. We're on unit 1. I don't know why I am on Unit 1. There are some very smart kids in the class, so why do we have unit 1?<br />
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I liked my ravioli. I kept eating it and eating it. The only thing I liked was sunflower seeds, bunnies, ravioli, and that's it. Oh yeah, my yogurt. (That's her entire lunch.)<br />
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I don't have any new friends except D. I don't know how to say it. Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-79614542565201245932012-08-28T13:38:00.004-07:002012-08-28T13:38:38.471-07:00Day 2 Tales of a First GraderI love Mrs. Baylor. She is such a good teacher.<br />
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I did not like those corn dogs you made me for lunch. Yuck!<br />
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I have spelling words. They are: "I, see, a, green, boy, up, the, in, out, go."<br />
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Did you know I will have a spelling test every Friday?<br />
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Here's a paper about how to pick me up from school. You don't need it because you already know all that stuff.<br />
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Am I writing my numbers correctly? Is my 3 right? (Yes.)<br />
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Guess what? I will be doing science. I didn't even know I was old enough for that!<br />
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I was going to show you something but then I remembered today is the last day you get to walk me to my classroom. It's my first day of school poster. Darn it!<br />
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They really should have had meet the teacher and open house on the same night.<br />
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Wowwww! I love strawberries!!<br />
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Now I'm going to write my spelling words three times each.<br />
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The only fun part of today was recess. The funny part of recess was that instead of Lola being my mommy for me to be a puppy was that Alanii was or Bailey was. The part I liked was that I got to be their baby.<br />
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The not fun part about today was that I didn't get to finish my All About Bruce Shulkey First Day of First Grade packet. <br />
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I did go down one color because the girls started a conversation at recess and we finished the conversation in the hallway. Yesterday I was at the front of the line but today Diego was. It goes in alphabetical order. <br />
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At PE today, this is what we did. Say that you are a big giant circle and so a poly spot is right there. If you are in khaki pants you go run to another spot, but if you run to the middle and touch a poly spot you are stuck there until you have something on that she calls out. I don't know what the game is called.<br />
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Done.Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-74058699847815486092012-08-27T13:48:00.004-07:002012-08-27T13:48:58.854-07:00First Day Report<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3_ybmWnkwkuUeaG9wze3HAYhj6aay2k3yvWQ1XZVReNEcuK6b_7Wg9kj6P6zzaDoAbJWtWRjK0U3YPuMvS5BHK30p4HH0lNtt4TXmNfpq3W8z4CbDC49nRUbjsmsDQnCR0cVOBzAvBA/s1600/DSC04286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3_ybmWnkwkuUeaG9wze3HAYhj6aay2k3yvWQ1XZVReNEcuK6b_7Wg9kj6P6zzaDoAbJWtWRjK0U3YPuMvS5BHK30p4HH0lNtt4TXmNfpq3W8z4CbDC49nRUbjsmsDQnCR0cVOBzAvBA/s320/DSC04286.JPG" width="320" /></a>Today was my first day of first grade. I got homework. Can I go ahead and do my homework? Today was too easy.<br />
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I only learned one thing today. I learned to make the numbers I write face left or right. In my folder there is a side for parents and a side for me. I have to learn all those math problems. It looks hard.<br />
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FYI you don't have to do this, but you can, help with the PTA. Duh! You already do.<br />
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What did you like about today?<br />
I liked learning where we sit. We have line order and alphabet order and I'm the leader. I liked the whole day. I also need to finish my All About Me poster.<br />
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What did you not like about today?<br />
I liked everything today and I was on red today. Red is good. There are different colors. White is call your parents. Red is outstanding. We start from ready to learn, then black, then yellow...I was on black today. Black is very good.<br />
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I didn't really like my lunch. I didn't like the sandwich. I liked the chocolate chip cookies, but I didn't finish them.<br />
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I read my whole lunch note, but it wasn't really funny.<br />
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That's all for today.<br />
Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-84885373205331037432012-08-26T14:40:00.003-07:002012-08-26T14:40:55.193-07:00First Grade Starts Tomorrow!Tomorrow is my first day of first grade. I will have Mrs. Baylor. <br />
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1. What think first grade will be like?<br />
I think it will be easy and fun. I will get lunch and other things later than they do in kindergarten.<br />
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2. What do you think about your teacher?<br />
I know she's nice. She's smart. She's the gifted and talented teacher.<br />
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3. What friends are you looking forward to seeing?<br />
My friends in the F-club from last year. (friendship club) All the friends. Natalie, Elaine, Lola, Bailey, Alanii, Nitzia, and the rest.<br />
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4. What was your favorite part of summer?<br />
Doing Tail-Wagging Tutors at the downtown library. (Claire read books to specially trained therapy dogs.)<br />
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5. What do you hope you will learn about this year?<br />
Learn about? I already know lots of things that I'm going to learn, like math, art, science, how to plant things. Maybe I'll get to water the plants we grew.<br />
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6. How are you different this year than the beginning of kindergarten?<br />
I'm better at things. I'm going to meet newer friends. I'm so glad.Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-88000368339230483962012-06-05T05:02:00.001-07:002012-06-05T05:02:16.737-07:00I got some awards!We had an awards ceremony on the last week of school. Here are some pictures and copies of my awards.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am an All-American girl! It says so right here!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course I am also an excellent musician.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you read my blog, you also know I'm an excellent artist. This proves it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I am with Paul, Mama, and Mrs. Alvarez, the best kindergarten teacher. I don't want to go to first grade because I love Mrs. Alvarez so much.</td></tr>
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<br />Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-78086712086018073342012-06-04T04:53:00.002-07:002012-06-04T04:53:24.218-07:00Letters to Disney<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My mom saw on Pinterest that if you write a Disney character, they will send you an autographed picture. Here are my letters.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I decided to write several princesses.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Paul's. He wrote Woody.<br />
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We did get a postcard in the mail the other day. Unfortunately it wasn't from the characters I wrote letters to, but it was still fun getting a postcard.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1969505868778423221.post-65014653646210873162012-04-07T07:09:00.000-07:002012-04-07T07:09:00.482-07:00Catching UpLast week we went on a field trip. We just went to a church and saw <em>Green Eggs and Ham</em>.<br />
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This week I went in a hamster ball because I sold a lot of chocolate. <br />
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Yesterday at school I threw a pie at Mr. Gooch.<br />
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We're going to do a play. We didn't do it yet. We're going to sing songs and dance in the gym. Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes, the Animal Walk, do the Cha-Cha Slide, and do the Chicken Dance.<br />
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I want breakfast!Sarah Boyettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15802725590495713079noreply@blogger.com0