December 15, 2014
- Please do not send students to the office until we call for them. Students need to be in the classroom for instruction. When their parents arrive, the office will call your classroom.
- Please remind your parents to sign their children out in the office if they leave early from your Christmas parties.
- Sign up for January observations.
- Please be at the HS at 6:00 on your night to work.
Dec. 15-19 Santa Store
Dec. 15 9:45 ARD for RP Simmons, Ivans, Steigleder
3:45 SST Meeting
6:30 Christmas Program
Dec. 16 6:30 Christmas Program
Dec. 17 PLC
Lunch provided today! Chick-fila and sides!
6:30 Christmas Program
Dec. 18 Happy Birthday Kerry Gooch
Dec. 20 Christmas Holidays Begin
Dec. 22 Happy Birthday Erica Puckett
Dec. 25 Happy Birthday Cheryl Spann
Jan. 4 Happy Birthday Richard Hooper
Jan. 5 Teacher Workday
6:00 Grades due for posting
Jan. 6 Happy Birthday Amy Stanley
Verification Sheets due at 3:15
Jan. 7 Elementary PLC
Report Cards go home
Jan. 8 Happy Birthday Becky Stover
Jan. 9 Happy Birthday Colette VanderWal
Jan. 10 Happy Birthday Aurora DeLira
Jan. 13 ARD for CR at Challenge Watts, Wilbanks
Jan. 16 Early Reading Assessment for K, 1, 2
Jan. 19 Staff Development Day
Jan. 20 Happy Birthday Jessica Tipton
Jan. 21 Happy Birthday Sue Dourgarian
Jan. 22 6:30 UIL Awards
Jan. 24 Happy Birthday Dian McDaniel
Happy Birthday Dianna Hansbury
Jan. 26 Happy Birthday Rachel Brandon
Jan. 28 3 week reports go home
Jan. 29 Elementary Technology Cadre 1/2 day in the afternoon
2:15 504 Meeting for SA
Take a minute to read a great story.....
Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sister's son. She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadn't been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif. Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child.
I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunt's anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room. We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day. When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother. Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him.
As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day. I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room. I told him how I had missed him, and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, "Did you really miss me?"
I explained how he had been my best helper. "I was making you a surprise," he whispered confidentially. "It's for Christmas." With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room. He didn't stay after school any more after that.
Finally came the last school day before Christmas. Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back. "I have your present," he said timidly when I looked up. "I hope you like it." He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box.
"Its beautiful, Mark. Is there something in it?" I asked opening the top to look inside. "
"Oh you can't see what's in it," He replied, "and you can't touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when you're all alone."
I gazed into the empty box. "What is it Mark," I asked gently, "that will make me feel so good?" "It's love," he whispered softly, "and mother always said it's best when you give it away." And he turned and quietly left the room.
So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood on the piano in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it.
Yes, Christmas is for gaiety, mirth and song, for good and wondrous gifts. But mostly, Christmas is for love.
~ Unknown ~