The Beach Said So

Setting: The school library

Characters: Kindergartners (33 of them)

In an effort to stimulate inquiry questions for future research, the librarian has just shown the students a documentary about the life of a turtle. 

Librarian: Do you think all of the turtles on the beach had just one mom or did they all have different moms?

Kindergartner 1: I think they had different moms.

Kindergartner 2: No they didn't. They all look the same, they only had one mom.

Librarian: Since we seem to have different opinions, where could we look to find the answer?

Kindergartner 3: We could ask the turtles who they're mom was.

Kindergartner 4: Yeah, and ask 'em how many brothers and sisters they have.

Librarian: But turtles don't talk in real life. I am thinking we could find the answer inside something we can touch. What am I thinking of?

Kindergartner 5: We could ask the beach.

Librarian: (confused) Ask the beach? But the beach--

Kindergartner 5: (interrupting) Yeah, the beach knows who laid all those eggs and it could tell you how many turtle moms did it.

Kindergartner 6: The beach can't talk!

Kindergartner 5: Yes it can. If turtles laid all those eggs on you, you'd know how many did it!

Where Have I Been?

I just realized that I haven't written in awhile.

Well maybe not "just realized" since it's been about four months and I've had a pretty consistent mantra in my head stating this very fact.

While I cannot put the blame on anyone but myself, I am going to provide a defense in two simple words:

Grad. School.

You see, this accidental librarian is obtaining her second (yes I said second) master's degree.

And this semester literally took the writing out of me...

Seven (yes I said seven) research papers on various topics of multicultural literature, one ten-day thematic unit emphasizing the collaboration efforts of the librarian and classroom teacher, two highly descriptive lesson plans (complete with updated Bloom's taxonomy references for you teacher folk), one annotated bibliography consisting of thirty-five resources, and a partridge in a pear tree.

A pretty good defense...right?

I didn't have writer's block, I had writer's exhaustion. While I had numerous ideas, actually writing them down was simply not gonna happen.

So now that I'm on break, please look for more posts.

I promise to write a few...

...or a couple...

...at least one more than this post that you are so kindly reading right now!

I hope to write enough to hook you so that you wonder about me when I go silent again at the start of my next semester.

Just kidding...about the writing enough part.

Of course I want you to wonder about me!