class blog and bad spelling

I don't know why, but I decided to do a blog for my class this year. Mostly stuff for parents, but we took a field trip up to the mountains and got some pretty pictures of the changing colors. I figured out how to make a movie/slide show on a pc which is nice, but I can't for the life of me remember how to get music on my class blog...it's driving me crazy!!!! Help me Johanna!!!!!

ashclass.blogspot.com

(ASH stands for the three teachers that teach our class...it's explained on the blog)

I also want to thank all of you who endure my bad grammar, spelling, mechanics, and so on, in my blog. I really do read over my writing before I post it, but things slip through. My grandmas would be ashamed. But I figure, if your reading this you love me and take me how I am...misspellings and all.

A Happy Little Bubble @ Comanche E.S.

The other day I was outside on the field during recess watching the student's at my school play. As I was watching, I noticed that there were about 10 games of catch going on, one kickball game, several games of tag, and a couple groups just sitting/standing around talking. This was all going on within half the size of a soccer field and all the games interweaving into each other. Kids were playing catch through the middle of the kickball game, and the kids playing tag were running through the kids sitting and visiting. The miraculous thing was no one was getting mad at each other. Everyone was having fun and tolerating everything else that was going on around them. If a football was accidentally thrown into the middle of a group of girls talking, the girls would just pick it up and nicely throw it back to whoever threw it. I was in amazed! I was ready to break up any fights of kids who would get mad for someone running through the kickball game, but I didn't need to interfere once. Now this doesn't happen all the time where I teach, but it does happen often. It made me sad to think that this is rare on a school playground (at least at the majority of the schools in Albuquerque). I wanted to freeze that moment so that everyone, young and old, could see this little piece of heaven. People can get along. We can all be doing different things and not get bent out of shape if someone else's actions briefly interrupt what is going on in our own lives. It was inspiring.