"May our hearts be filled with
Thank you to all of the families who contributed in any way to the FOLLOWING:
The Bernard Fund!
The Craft Basket!
Thank you to all parents for scheduling Parent/Teacher conferences!
November 17th - SJS Holiday bazaar!!
***Please visit the 4th grade table at the Bazaar! :)
Your child will have on sale their nativity which will be on sale for $3.00.
The children are very happy about working with clay and sculpting their own project!
"Everything you don't know is something You can learn!"
Thank you parents and families for supporting our bake sale earlier this month!! All proceeds from the sale will help offset the price of field trips and help increase the selections in our classroom library. Thank you!
Monday- gym 1:20 - 2:00
Tuesday- library/technology 12:30 - 1:00
wednesday - spanish 1:10 - 1:40
Thursday - art 12:30 - 1:10
friday - music 12:30 - 1:10
October 3rd - Field Trip! 4th and 5th graders will visit the Rotch jones Duff house garden and Museum
in new Bedford for the Apiary program.
***Please do not hesitate to contact me with any concerns you may have regarding your child and/or the curriculum.
Sick by Shel Silverstein, 1930 - 1999
“I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut—my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and
gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff,
my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out. My elbow’s bent,
my spine ain’t straight, My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk,
I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail,
and my heart is—what? What’s that?
What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .
I’m going out to play!”
From Shel Silverstein: Poems and Drawings;
Copyright © 2003 by HarperCollins Children’s Books.