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Kay Redfield Jamison. “Imagination is more important than knowledge.”. Albert Einstein. “In kindergarten you can learn to be a citizen of the world” Jill Lepore. “Creativity is intelligence having fun.”. Albert Einstein. “Necessity may be the mother of invention, but play is certainly the father. ” Roger von Oech. “Let the ...
Feb 28, 2024 · Poem of the Day on Wed, Feb 28, 2024 | 2024 is a Leap Year Leap Year by Annette Wynne. Little month of February, You are small, but worthy—very! Will you grow up like the others, Like your sister months and brothers? Every four years with a bound With a leap up from the ground, Trying to grow tall as they— All you stretch is one small day!
Bride: May you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you. Cheers!
Jan 10, 2024 · 8. “Monday work motto: If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your office closet, at least make it dance and put some music on.”. 9. “Monday: when your inbox is a scary reminder that your job continued to exist even when you were happily ignoring it over the weekend.”. 10. “Monday at work is like a mystery novel.
Jul 22, 2014 · Once you get to the download below you will find a detailed pacing list for the poems. There are 37 to choose from so feel free to switch them around to best fit YOUR classroom needs! I will introduce a new poem each Monday during morning meeting. We will then review the poem each day for that week during our morning meets.
Apr 7, 2023 · Kindergarten graduation, hip hooray! You’ve learned and grown and made new friends, And now it’s time for your journey to extend. We’re proud of all you’ve done this year, So here’s a shout out, loud and clear: Congrats, congrats, our little star, You’ve come so far, you’ve raised the bar. 2. New Adventures Await.
Mar 4, 2024 · Five Elegy Poems About Kindergarten. 1. The Empty Sandbox. Once filled with laughter, the sandbox lies still, Echoes of children, over hill and till. Tiny hands that shaped dreams out of sand, Now gone, as time slipped through like grains so bland.
