Day 19- Shepherd's Table and Dress Made Out of Sweater

Clearly blogger and I were not seeing eye to eye last night.  Let's try yesterday's post again.

Last year= Shepherd's Pie (mashed potatoes, meat, carrots, peas, corn, etc.)
This year= Shepherd's Table (mashed potatoes, meat, carrots, peas, corn, etc. for the homeless)

Shepherd's Table and I have one extremely important thing in common: neither one of us ever miss a meal.  This organization offers a dinner for people in need seven days a week, and they also provide other services like their Clothes Closet and Resource Center for the homeless.  Basically, they do great work.  They are located in Silver Spring, MD, which just so happens to be the place where my sister and brother-in-law live (and my dog niece and nephew).

I'm pleased to make a small donation to them today, and I hope you will be too :).

I experienced all kinds of wonderful today.  My students are starting to read The Giver, and I had them working in groups on a pre-reading activity where they had to construct their own little utopias.  I was pleasantly surprised with how much they got into this assignment.  This was especially nice to see because they will use many of the same concepts when it comes time to do their final projects.  Their conversations were insightful and deep, and I just got to walk around from group to group enjoying what was taking place.

I also wanted to pinch myself in Ac Lab today.  Since my desks are now in groups, I had to carefully make a new seating chart for my Ac Lab kids to make sure that they had a fighting chance at productivity.  To my surprise and delight, they worked quietly and diligently for the entire hour.  I thought I was dreaming.  I was busting at the seams wanting to tell them how well they were doing, but I didn't want to ruin the moment.  Instead, I put on some mellow music and basked in the moment.

If I have to pick just one thing that made my day, though, I might just have to go with the new sweater dress I was wearing.  I got it as a Christmas gift from my parents, and a gift it was indeed!  A quick badly written poetry tribute...

I'm not sure what could be better
than a dress made out of sweater. 
It stretches out to give me space
but hugs in another more flattering place.
With great comfort and lots of compliments,
I'd say the money was well spent. (Thanks, Mom!)

Thank you, Dress Made Out of Sweater, you made my day.


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