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October Reflections

Beautiful October morning

Beautiful October morning

Somehow, October has already sped by.  I’m not sure where the month disappeared to, but the calendar now says November.  I don’t think I’ve digested October enough yet to move on.

Reflections from a busy, busy month:

My first school observation is over and done.  Check that one off the list.  It went well…I suppose.  It’s over, that part is lovely.  And no one threw-up during the lesson, another high point.  However…one little fellow fell asleep, there was an enormous amount of blurting out answers instead of raising hands, and another boy literally flipped out of his chair backwards as he tried to tie his shoe with his foot straight up in the air.  Other than that, and other than the fact that I ran out of time and didn’t get to finish the lesson, it went fine.

Here’s my biggest snag with the whole thing:  I was observed for one hour.  One hour out of the approximately 1,500 hours I teach in a school year.  One hour out of 1,500 to prove myself – or not.  So how do I absorb that, deal with that fact?  I’ve decided that all I can do is all I can do.  I gave it my all, now let’s move on.

Another observation:  I am a total candy corn snob.  Period.  I love the stuff even though if you eat too much of it, you feel like you may never be able to eat another bite of anything again in your life.  The only kind I love that much is Brach’s.  It’s the best, hands down.  I always read to my class after lunch.  I’ve been reading from the Junie B. Jones Halloween book, and I love her take on candy corn.  She is totally dismayed by the fact that candy corn isn’t really corn at all.  (And if you’re reading about candy corn, you know you have to have some to nibble on, too.)

Another joy:  I was introducing the dictionary this week in class.  I held up the large book, flipped through a few pages, told them it was a book with a lot of words, and then asked, “Does anyone know what this book is called?”  One of my ‘sweet but rowdy’s’ held up his hand and said, “It’s the Bible!”  I could do nothing but stop and smile at that kid.  It was the kind of moment that fills you with enough strength to keep going.

My last thought:  My family lost a dear family friend this past week.  My sister and I went to the visitation in Nashville, and while we were there, I overheard another woman talking.  She said, “Richard made everyone feel good.  He made everyone feel like they were his best friend.”

What an incredible legacy to leave behind on earth.  He always had a large, happy laugh and a wide smile.  He put his talents to use…he used those gifts and passed them on to people around him.  Even though he struggled with health issues for much of his adult life, he still managed to make others feel needed.

To me, that should be the plan.  Find what you’re good at and pass it on.  If it’s a love for nature, pass it on.  If it’s a kind spirit, share it.  If it’s making other’s feel like they’re special, live it.  Richard did that, and I am proud to have known him.


Happy Halloween


“Hold on, man.  We don’t go anywhere with “scary,” “spooky,” “haunted,” or “forbidden” in the title.”  From Scooby Doo

It’s Halloween, and who doesn’t adore the cute little costumes, the bright purple, orange and black decorations, the candy corn, which they’ve just announced has like 140 calories for 7 pieces (how is that possible and what does it mean if I eat at least that number plus another 50?).  The cutesy side of Halloween is…well, it’s cute, but that’s the only side I like.  There are no horror movie marathons for me – no Jason or Freddie or Michael.  Maybe Casper and maybe Scooby and Shaggy.  That’s about all my system can manage. 

My children are too big for Halloween so now I soak in all my Halloween fun with my niece and nephew.  That is after, of course, a day with first graders.  Whew…shouldn’t Halloween be relegated to weekends only?  I know…the thirty-first is the day, but school and sugar-hyped children just don’t mix.  The sugar-high will last for days, by the way.  Days and days! 

For the Halloween lovers, Boo-Screech-Howl!  For the sissy’s like me, worry not about the caloric count of candy corn.  Instead, think of Junie B. Jones (the precocious little girl from the Junie B. Jones children’s book series ) who discovers that, strangely enough, candy corn is not made out of corn at all!   Oh, the horror!

My Spooks – Halloween 2001