The “Box Top Fairy,” was so close to getting her own post about clippings from food boxes again. Unfortunately for her, two other tales slid in and made the cut, too.
About a month ago, I posted about my sweet little Box Top Fairy (BTF) who brought 50 Box Tops For Education and saved the school from certain bankruptcy. Ok, maybe not, but she certainly helped it out and helped us get things we might otherwise not have, like a set off brand of pens for the office staff.
On Wednesday, I sacrificed my entire Box Top collection (all 84 of them) to our Box Top collector. My class won one Tootsie Roll each. The very next day, the Box Top Fairy struck again! This time, she didn’t have as many, but you didn’t see this über competitive teacher complaining, oh no! I showered the BTF with thanks and sent her back to finish her morning work.
I dumped the bag out and started counting to see how many Box Tops she graced us with this time. There were 42… 45 if you count the 3 advertisements, which I didn’t. I guess the BTF is perhaps getting a little over zealous. I appreciate the willingness and kind heart of such a young child like her, so precious.
The entire school raised around $18. At least $13 of that came from my class. 🙂 I should make a “Box Top Champ” sign for our door. I’ll just add that to my to do list…
During reading time, our chapter book mentioned a little boy being afraid of monsters. Since that is a very real experience for many young children, I used it as an opportunity to ask the students to make connections. First, I asked if any of them were or used to be afraid of monsters. A few hands went up. I’m pretty sure they all have been afraid of monsters at one point in their lives
, and probably still are. Next, I asked if they had a little brother/sister/cousin/niece/nephew who was afraid of monsters. EVERY HAND WENT UP, except for BTF’s. So I asked her if she knew a younger kid who was afraid of monsters. “WE DON’T HAVE MONSTERS IN MY HOUSE!” was her reply. Everyone laughed. Including me. Including BTF. Good times on a Friday.
My students have these darling reading buddies from a second grade class. They are so little. Très ‘dorbs. I enjoy all 40 minutes with them each week. Yesterday, their teacher
asked them to write a “Dear Santa” letter. She asked them to open the letter by asking how he/Mrs. Claus/Rudolph/the reindeer were doing, because that would be polite. Next, the students were to ask for something for someone else to
show they weren’t stingy be nice. Then they could ask for anything they wanted for Christmas. One of the little boys went up to the teacher and ever so secretly asked how to spell “Lola” and “a doll.” The teacher wrote it on a piece of paper, and he proceeded to walk back to his seat. On the way, he stopped by Lola’s desk and confidently whispered, “I’m getting you a doll,” while pointing to the piece of paper. Lola is a little mature than some of her classmates, but was still thoroughly confused by this child’s statement. In her confusion, she looked to her teacher for a moment of clarity. The teacher smiled, winked, and gave her a thumbs up in response.
Talk about a not-so-secret Santa!