- Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day. Give a fish a man, and he'll eat for weeks!
- --Takayuki Ikkaku, Arisa Hosaka and Toshihiro Kawabata
Wow. My last post was a downer. Sheesh. Sorry about that.
Oh well. A weekend of being a bum and chilling with still living relatives tends to lift one's spirits. Being with anything alive tends to perk me up . . . unless it's my in-laws' or parents' dogs, but that's another story entirely.
That and I have lots of work to catch up on for this week's classes. Ay yi yi.
The debate I've been having this weekend involves fish. My first graders are beginning a science unit studying fish, so I thought it was only appropriate to bring in Chris's pet beta, Queequeg, for one-time classroom. Ummm . . . yeah, not so much. Chris is adamantly against any excursions for his beloved fish. He suggests I buy a class pet. Um, yeah no, again. You see my classroom is shared space, so after every school day, I have to tear down my classroom, put everything in storage, and then set it up the next day. Poor fish would have absolutely no stability. I could send the fish home with students . . . but what if it dies on one?? Can you imagine being six years old and murdering the class pet?? Oh, foul villain! Oh, cruel fate!
So maybe we'll make paper fish or clay fish. I'm not sure yet, but fish need to be involved. Somehow . . .
How about you? Did you ever have a class pet? Or a fish?
Oh, Lord.
ReplyDeleteIn first grade, we had pet hamsters and there was a schedule for who all got to take them home over the weekend. It was The Biggest Deal. I remember that I got to share Christmas Break with another classmate and that meant we got to have hamsters for an entire week.
Just Wow. Good luck figuring out the pet situation!