I don't know why I started thinking about praying mantises, but I did. We had one in my kindergarten classroom that I got to take home one weekend...it didn't make it back to school. Who knew it was so difficult to care for a praying mantis? Then there was the time I unknowingly took in the egg case of a praying mantis. I was in my second or third year of teaching then, I had no clue what it was when someone brought it in. It sat in the classroom for sometime, until I came into work one day to find what seemed like thousands of tiny praying mantises climbing around the back of my room. How would I gather them up? Could they be saved? Wasn't it against the law to kill one?
My brain raced as I conjured up every memory I had of the odd little creatures as well as a few thoughts that were completely unrelated to my initial memory. I looked up to see the light had turned green--it was time to move on down the road and onto another thought.
A Reflection on Eight Years of Slicing, Briefly - This was my eighth year slicing - and in reflection, it hasn't gotten any easier. But, it's not gotten harder, either. Just like our students, selecting ...
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