Today was Frankie's last day of first grade. Andy and I both went to pick him up at the end of his half day of school. As we left the school yard Frankie said, "When I step off this property, I'll officially be a second grader." I woke up at 5:15 this morning thinking about the wonderful year that he's had with his teacher Mr. Griffith and the many other fine staff members at Angell. I started composing the following poem and read it to the first grade class at the start of school. Ode to Mr. G Mr. Paul Griffith,
Known as Mr. G,
Took great care of his classroom,
Though tower above them did he.
Mr. G said to his class,
Said to his class, said he,
“We can learn a ton and have great fun,
If you’ll tune your ears to me.” The children entered the classroom,
And sat on their half-height chairs.
The children looked round the chock-full room,
With curious, wide-eyed stares.
So much to catch their attention,
So wonderous much to do,
“We can learn a ton and have great fun,
And we’re trying to listen, too.” There’s Ryan to teach them singing,
Fisher to move through the air,
Remington: lines, space and color,
Deucher to read with much flare.
“With all these mindful teachers,
And friends we are getting to know,
We are learning a ton and having great fun,
And mostly listening, you know.” Mrs. Jackson gave a reminder,
“Distracted, sullen or mad,
G’s full word must be heard,
Let’s not call your mom or dad.
Please keep focused attention,
Where G says it ought to be.
You’ll learn a ton and have great fun,
And not get sent to me.” NOW very softly:
Paul, Paul, Griffith, Griffith,
Known as Mr. G,
Did great things with 1st graders,
Though much unlike them looked he.
Mr. G said to his class,
Said to his class said he,
“You have learned a ton and we’ve had fun,
Thanks for tuning your ears to me!” [Reworked from James, James, Morrison, Morrison, by A. A. Milne] [Mrs. Ryan teaches music, Mr. Fisher gym, Mrs. Remington art, Mrs. Deucher is the librarian, and Mrs. Jackson is the principal.] Around 3:30 in the afternoon, we all headed to Pinckney Recreation Area to help Andy and Frankie set up a two night camp. Frankie was more than ecstatic to be camping out with his dad. As we drove into the campground Rosie proclaimed, "Oh Frankie and Daddy it's so lovely here. I'm so happy for you to stay here." We set up camp and then drove over to the Silver Lake beach for a picnic dinner and swimming. The weather was perfect--blue skies and temperature in the low 80s. It was nice to relax with Andy on the beach while our kids splashed around, continually calling for our attention. After swimming, we drove back to the campsite, started a small campfire and then the girls and I headed for home. Rosie was filled with despair as we left her dad and brother behind. She vowed to sneak out of her room tonight and run away to the woods to sleep with them. Not even the promise of her best friend's birthday party tomorrow softened the sting of our departure. Once home, however, I had an easy enough time putting Rose and Rita to bed. They were tired and appreciative of their long day. I can't express how much easier it is now that the kids are older. They are all so capable and largely well-intentioned. Andy and I are thoroughly delighted to be living with these three. The school year flew by and I know that these days are to be savored. Happily, we're able to do just that. | 
