The "before" pictures of my beautiful new classroom

(As taken by my phone's super posh camera.)
Friends, acquaintances, and strangers,
I give you...my scrumptious new classroom. I could practically live in that lovely place.

Just as a refresher, here is a picture of my old classroom right before I left it for the last time. Three words: No storage. Orange. (Their school colors don't even include orange. I guess it was the color of the 70s.)

I did love how wide it was and the fact that on 3 out of the 4 walls, I had floor to ceiling bulletin boards.
Now for my new classroom. I love it. I will let the pictures do the talking.

Look at all that storage! Oh. What is that, hiding behind the stacked desks? Let's zoom in for a closer look, shall we?

A drinking fountain and sink! Jumping jellyfish, I feel like it's my birthday.

As if one wall of built in storage was not enough, I also have storage on the opposite side. The awesome thing about these drawers is that they all double as filing cabinets. It gets me giddy just thinking about it. (Plus, did you notice that only half of the lights are turned on? Yup. I can turn on just half of the lights.)

Did you think that was all of the built in storage? Sigh. There's more. There is also a small white board at the back of the classroom. I feel totally and completely spoiled.

And...an unimpressive view of the front of the room. Long whiteboard, two small bulletin boards, and a practically swooning photographer behind the camera.

Now I have to figure out how to somehow decorate that lovely room to look even better.

My New Table Numbers

I loved my table numbers last year and so did my kiddos. In fact, we had an end of year auction and the numbers were available to bid on. They definitely went for the most amount of money. I gave them away because, although I loved them, they were not the sturdiest things around.

I did want to stick with hot air balloons. I have started to really love hot air balloons for whatever reason. I even have a small (but growing) Pinterest board of my favorite balloon crafts.

I was 100% inspired by this project. It sounded easy enough and I was so excited that I finished all 9 of my table numbers in just a few days. (It took a couple hours, start to finish for each one. It would have taken way less time if I did not have to make the numbers, baskets, and bunting.)

I started off with the cheapest paper lanterns I could find at Zurchers. Because these were to be part of the decor for a room full of 5th graders, I wanted to make some small balloons. Now that I have made these ones, I want to make large ones for my own home decor. Maybe when I someday have a nursery. (Emphasis on someday.)

End of tangent. I bought 9 8" white paper lanterns at $1.50 each. They were the most expensive part of the ordeal.

Next came my favorite part: picking out the fabric! I chose to have 2 designs of fabric for each balloon. Because my lanterns were so small, I got away with buying 1/8 yard of each fabric I chose. I cut both strips of fabric in half twice. This gave me 8 short rectangles. I only used 6 of those rectangles.

Because I was lazy, I serged the panels together.

Once all of the panels were serged together, I looped them up so I made a sleeve. (I had to ensure that the circumference of the sleeve was just barely over 8" so it would fit snugly on my lantern.)

Next, I serged around the top and bottom of my sleeve.

Instead of making a draw string, I chose the lazy way. Using a needle and thread, I slid my needle under the one of the loops of the serged edge.

Once I had stitched all the way around, I pulled tight. Then, I pushed the lantern in the fabric to see exactly how tight/loose to make the gather.

Then I repeated with the other end.

Repeat that nine times, and the balloons were finished. 

I just had the baskets, bunting, and numbers left to make. Cue the Silhouette. One of my favorite crafting friends. (My favorite crafting friend is a three-way tie between my sewing machine, my serger, and my silhouette.)

I used a bushel fruit basket template to cut out the baskets. I like this shape better than the perfect cube I used last year.

I grabbed 5 different brown pieces of paper and cut out the baskets.

I also cut out lots of bunting.

I think the bunting adds an adorable, tiny detail.

Then there were the numbers. Ugh. Bless their little hearts. They look adorable but take forever to put together. I'm talking 30 minutes for the number six.

But they're 3D and I love them.

Then I just had to put them all together. Balloon, basket (with bunting), number.

I am in love.

In other news, the hubs and I got to see a special screening of...Monsters University on Thursday! I loved it. Mr. Wolf found it entertaining. I want to go back and see it when it comes out.

Linking up to my first Monday Made It this year.

End of a school year and a new blog name

Well. It happened.
The school year ended.
I cannot believe that 180 days could have gone by so quickly. I miss those precious 4th graders already. I bawled on the last day of school. The worst part is that I will not get to see them since I am changing schools next year.

That leads me to the name change of the blog. When I received a map of my new school, I discovered that I am going to be in a classroom with the same room number as my old class. Room 125. Hallelujah! I thought it was too amazing; I had to do something about it. Hence the name change.

Now I leave you with a picture of my sadly empty room. (I had to be out the day school was over.)

I am going to miss that classroom, but I will most definitely NOT miss its serious lack of storage. (What you see in the back is about 2/5 of the built in storage that I had.) No sink. No drinking fountain. Hopefully I will have pics of my new classroom this week.

The 1st Degree (not of glory) Part 1.

(Thank you grandpa for the title.)

Even though I have not taken a class at BYU for a year, I finally received the cover that I get to stick a piece of paper in. Wahoo!
On Thursday when I told my kiddos I was taking a half day, they were distraught. ("Why are you going to be gone?" "Is it your graduation?" "Are you going to teach us the rest of the year?") Needless to say, they got over it and when 11:22 hit, I was out of there. Before I was actually out of the school, I ran into my principal and had a conversation like this:
"Are you going somewhere?" I was lugging my bag and laptop towards the entrance of the school.
"Yeah. I'm taking a half day today."
"But you have your first day of CRT testing. I was heading down to make sure you knew how to do them." CRT testing is the testing they do at the end of the year. Unlike my generation, my lucky students get to take these on the computers.
"We took our first test last week. I moved it so that I could leave today."
"Ah. On the schedule, it still shows you doing it today."
"Yup. It's taken care of. Thanks for checking up on me though."
"....Oh yeah! You're going to graduation." I love my principal. He scared me for a second during that conversation.

Tangent.

I was wearing this rather adorable dress and girls of all grade levels kept stopping me in the hall to tell me how much they loved my dress. Well thank you, 11-year-old girls. One of my students even told me I looked like I was going to a wedding.

"Like I am going to a wedding or I am the one getting married?"
"You look like you're getting married." Hmm. It would make a cute, informal wedding dress.

End tangent.

My father picked me up and we reached campus way too early for the 3:00 arrival time for commencement. He was adorable. We meandered around campus while we thought up places to take pictures.
These places included in my father's bff's office.

Under a flag.

(Wouldn't my hair look super cute really short and straight? Kinda like how this picture looks?)

In front of other graduates taking pictures in front of Mr. Young himself.

Holding hands with a practically naked indian.

Do not fear, husby. He's my grandpa. Promise.

In front of the ASB

And...both of us in front of the ASB. Love that man.

After that, he dropped me off at my designated location, and we parted ways. I found friends. We laughed, traded teaching stories, and caught up with each other. After a very long time, the march of the graduates began.

The faculty began the march and us lower-level folk followed. I happened to walk right past my father on the way to the Marriott Center and he was standing, camera ready to take some shots.

After commencement, we ran into my favorite math professor. I was glad I was in heels that made me about 6'1". Yes. He's that tall. He is a marvelous professor and even came to my mother's funeral last year.

Thursday was tiring...Friday was much worse...

Random Acts of Kindness

This is the story of how I try to teach my students about being kind to others and how I got a student suspended. (Sound intriguing?)

Last week, I had an adorable baby blanket and two onesies that I had just finished for one of the other 4th grade teachers. She is due any day now and I cannot wait to meet her third child. Instead of just giving her these things, I used it as an integrated writing/kindness lesson. In my class, we discussed how hard it is to be pregnant. Many of my students are the oldest in their family or remember their mom pregnant. We discussed everything that this teacher does and how hard she works. We went over the idea of doing random acts of kindness or service for others. Then, we wrote her a secret admirer note. Two of my students dropped the note and presents off at her door, knocked, and ran away. When they came back, one told me that she was shaking so hard because she was nervous. The students loved being gift giving ninjas and I wondered if that lesson made any impact on them...

Fast forward a day or two...

I had just changed the seats of every student. One of my boys, D, was mad at me. Extremely mad. Madder than I had ever seen him. So mad that as the class was heading out the door for lunch, he asked me, "What would happen if I kicked you?" Excuse me?
Later as I picked up my students from lunch, I watched him take a ball from another student and drop kick it as far as he could.
The vice principal had a little chat with him the next day about violence and threats and told him if anything happened in the future, he would be suspended. I thought he just needed a powerful figure to get after him. He seemed to calm down and I forgot about it. For two hours.
That same day, two hours later, I went to go pick my class up from computers. I was met with a chorus of, "Mrs. Jaeger! D punched G in the face!" Seriously? G is D's cute little cousin.
I walked my students back to class, turned on some songs for them to sing, assigned one of my girls to take over the class and marched D and G down to the office. D started to freak out.
"Don't make me go to the office! I didn't mean to punch her. I am so sorry."
G was just sobbing.
Eventually the vice principal pulled the story out of D. He was sobbing the whole time. She assigned him to in-school suspension for three days.
During lunch I am sure the rumors were circling because after lunch one of my students asked me if D would ever be in our class again. After telling my students that D would not be returning to our class on that day, but he would return, one of my students suggested that we write him a class letter to help him feel better. That touched me. Everyone saw what he did and yet they still wanted to do something kind for him. We wrote him a letter and I delivered it during a break.

After school, D gave me this letter.

Translation: "Dear Mrs. Jeager, I am sorry for all the troble I have been doing. I promiss I'll behave better. I'm so sorry I know I have been bad. I am sorry for that and I'll behave my self forever. Relly. I am so so so so so so so so sorry. From, D"

Some of my students picked up on the fact that I was not in the best mood after that happened and these three darling notes appeared on my desk

 This one is from a student that is blessed with the gift to love everyone no matter what. She gives me hugs on a daily basis and verbally tells me that she loves me all the time...even if I made her cry ten minutes ago.

This student writes me amazing notes all the time. She is a perfect student.

This student told me she drew me relaxing on a beach in Hawaii. The entire picture is done in green because what could be better than relaxing on a green beach under a green sun? Nothing.

I think they might have caught onto the random acts of kindness lesson better than I could have imagined.

Almost Famous

Sometimes my students make me feel like a celebrity. They go crazy when they see me change anything or hear of anything that I do differently.

Now...I have pretty curly hair. We're not talking about tight springs (talk to my cousin about that), but I do have ringlets. I had not straightened my hair in over a year and decided it was time to take the plunge (and 90 minutes) to add a bit of variety one day.

Here is a small sampling of how the students reacted.

And one that just warms my heart:

Today was part one of parent teacher conference. About six of the parents that came in commented that their child told them all about my haircut. I really do feel like a celebrity. (If all this came from straightening and chopping off my hair, I wonder how the public would react if I dyed it...)