Happy, happy one hundredth day of school! We made it! May I not see ten groups of ten Cocoa Puffs for another year. I am so very counted out. When I ground the coffee beans this morning I forgot to stop at my usual 28, and was still grinding at sixty! Oops.
This week the students brought in "collections" of one hundred items to practice counting and grouping.
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We have counted:
- Hot Wheels
- Popcorn kernels
- Jigsaw puzzle pieces
- Drinking straws
- Jelly beans
- Angry Bird cookies
- Animal crackers
- Cocoa Puffs
- Cheetos, for crying out loud
- Mixed crackers
I'm not a hoarder, I'm just disorganized and hesitant to throw things away! Maybe I've spent my whole life accumulating items to take to school on the hundredth day. My dad wasn't a large scale tv-worthy hoarder. He was more of a mini fast food condiment collector. My frail 89-year-old neighbor isn't so much a hoarder as too unsteady to go to the dumpster and too proud to ask for help.
Parents don't seem to send their kids out in the yard or park to collect acorns, juniper berries, clover flowers, or maple seed helicopters. In my childhood I could have taken a hundred foil potpie pans to school.
The hundredth day of school for grown-ups:
Ten rows of ten wine corks can't go to school!