Notes From The Field

It's the end of the school year — tomorrow, in fact — and papers and worksheets accumulated from the past several months are being sent home...

I don't like brusle sproots (brussel sprouts). I think I knew that. Who does?

I like my teacher.

I don't like homework. I suppose that's obvious, but I think it really depends on when you ask. Most times, when we do homework together in the afternoon, he doesn't seem all that bothered. In fact, he's often anxious to get to it.

I wish that I could spell every word. I've been trying to get him to embrace the concept of making mistakes as an opportunity to learn. How well that works depends on his mood on any given day.

I don't like the dark. You know, I don't think he's ever mentioned this to me...

Every day in the spring it is sunny. Sometimes it is rainy. I love when its sunny.