Preschool this morning was mostly about slugs, snails, volcanoes, glitter and the frog that goes oopsladedadeda. We rolled down grassy slopes and lay back and looked at clouds-on-blue-sky.
So why do these interminable assessment files piled on my kitchen table convey nothing of this joy and enthusiasm? Why am I blogging instead of working? Why do I devote far more time and energy to pondering the best way to knit a sunset than to the highlighting of early learning goals? Where did it all go so terribly tediously wrong?