31 days. 31 days of blogging. Another year of Slice of Life completed.
I’m pretty sure that this is my tenth consecutive year of participating in the March Slice of Life challenge and the fifth or sixth year that I’ve had my classes participate. I love the challenge and I especially love blogging with my students. They always begin the challenge morning and groaning about how hard it will be. Slowly, over the course of the first 3ish weeks, they begin to like blogging everyday. By the end of the challenge many of them become blogging afficionados.
Today I read many final slices. Almost all of my students mentioned how much they grew to enjoy and appreciate the blogging challenge. They especially love learning more about their classmates (and I love learning about all of them). They also mention becoming more observant of the little things in their lives.
Thank you to Stacey and everyone at Two Writing Teachers for hosting this challenge every year and inspiring me!
This is how I’ve spent most of my time in the car for the past two days:
S-town is produced by the same folks as This American Life and Serial. I’m a huge fan of Serial, so when I saw an ad for this new podcast a few weeks ago I was very excited. (I’m still waiting for Serial season three, though!)
One of the differences between Serial and S-town is that the episodes were all released at the same time instead of one per week. Despite this change, I planned to listen to the episodes slowly.
Yeah, that did not work out. I’m on episode five of seven and I had to stop myself from powering through the last few episodes tonight. It’s absolutely fantastic and riveting. I won’t say much more because I don’t want to spoil it. All I’ll say is that I highly recommend it, especially if you enjoy character studies and mysteries.
The e.e. cummings quote above is one of my favorites and it was very appropriate today. The dogs and I went for a walk after school because the weather was gorgeous. What I did not realize was just how wet the trails would be. Once we got into the woods the puddles were frequent and huge. Navan is not a fan of puddles but even he could not avoid all of them.
One thing he was not worried about avoiding was the horse manure all over the trail. I hate it when horses go to the bathroom on the trail because the dogs alwats want to eat it. Aussies can have a genetic abnormality that makes Ivermectin, a horse wormer, fatal. Of course, Navan managed to grab some manure despite my efforts. He then proceeded to come home and throw up manure on my couch. Why not?