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| January 21, 2011 |
Decided to take some "real" paint colors to school today. We don't just have... plain red/blue/yellow/white/black, so I took in some bottles I hadn't opened yet. I'm keeping them in my teacher bag of course, because otherwise I'd go in Monday and somehow the entire bottles would be empty. On a plate. Or on one picture. Next to an empty bottle of glue. That I just filled up yesterday.
I'm all about encouraging creativity and letting them do all kinds of arts and crafts... but some of the kids are like, "Miss Becky, I need to glue this" and I look and they literally have one piece of paper infront of them. They just want to... glue the piece of paper to itself. Over and over again.
Or, "Miss Becky, I need to cut this" and it's a piece of string. Being cut into a million pieces.
This sounds trivial, but I swear it drives me up a wall. And I hate paper airplanes being made out of expensive construction paper. Am I this anal?
Yeah, I am.