It was the last full day of school today. We had "regular" scheduled classes - which meant I was teaching 8am to 1pm.
I sat my reading group down and shared the class video we made in "How to Survive 5th Grade". Then we watched each other's How-to videos on the big screen, "How to be a YouTuber", "How to Make Slime" (ever-popular), "How to 3D Print" (That boy's steps involved hiring staff to do it for you.), "How to Make Spaghetti Bolognese" (Lost points for Turkish style recipe - overcooking the noodles, adding butter to the noodles, and ketchup to the sauce), "How to Make Donuts/Muffins, Cheesecake/Penalty Kicks..." and so on..
For writing class I put in my favorite cheesy 5th grade movie for them to watch: "Wide Awake" about a boy who is close to his grandfather, and his grandfather passes in the beginning so he spends the movie searching for God so he can ask him if his grandfather is okay. A very sweet movie, and hopefully okay content-wise.
I also spent the time putting together a movie for the 5th graders of photos and videos to share with them - I didn't finish it in time, but I shared it with all the students and parents anyhow via email... memories for the year.
I tracked down my principal toward the end of the day because I hadn't seen her all day - which was unusual, so I went to check that everything was okay.
"No, it's not," she replied. "Didn't you hear?"
"No, what happened?'
"Willie had a heart attack."
"Oh no!" Our principal had come here with her retired husband, and she had an special needs son that wasn't well. I couldn't place immediately who Willie was.
Then I remembered.
Willie was their dog.
"Oh," I said, much less impressed.
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