Friday, May 28, 2010

Dear Mr. Bowers,

Dear Mr. Bowers,

Remember when you said you tried to add something new each year to




Why notdo scooter computer &Mr. chips this year? I sudjest the hardware one.

Your A+ Student,


P.S. am I still Interplanet Janet?

P.S.S. the Mr. Chips costume could be a box or something.

P.S.S.S. I have a school house rock Movie

P.S.S.S.S. fill in the bubble and send it back to me, please

A. Defentaly doing it
B. Good idea!
C. we will consider it
D. no thank you
E. Never

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Sometimes, when I have had enough of a kid and need a little break, I will send the kid to my friend, the music teacher, next door. It's a common technique used by many teachers.

Well, today I had had enough of 1st grader Isaiah shouting out and asked him to go next door. He refused. I asked him a second time. He continued to just sit there looking grumpy. So, instead, I asked the rest of the class to go next door. They all got up and left him sitting there looking grumpy.

Then he and I had a little talk about when he grows up gets a job and how he is going to have to start following orders at some point!

Two more days 'till summer!! woohoo!!

Monday, May 17, 2010


YASIN: Mr. Bowers, I'm gonna be eight on Monday!
MR. BOWERS: Who's gonna eat you?

Animals You Would Find on a Farm

JOSE: Uhh, cow, chicken, uhh, horse, uhh, pig, uhhh chupacabra...
CLASS: NO! That's not a farm're wrong...etc...
MR. BOWERS: Wait! He could be right! Jose, what do chupacabras eat?
JOSE: Goats.
MR. BOWERS: And where do goats live?
CLASS: On a farm!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Natalie (2nd grade) had her toenails painted like little watermelon slices.

MR. BOWERS: Natalie, your toenails make me happy.
NATALIE: Mr. Bowers, YOU make me happy!

I've got the best job ever!

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Pony Boy

Luis hasn't seen "The Outsiders" but he sports the same hairstyle as Pony Boy. His teacher and I have been calling him Pony Boy ever since he changed his hair to the "greaser" style and he likes the nickname.

Yesterday, we were having 3rd Grade Field Day and he came over to where I was working the Battle Ball game under the shaded area of the Blacktop. I asked him if he got in trouble and was asked to come sit out and he said that he chose to come over because he didn't want to get any sun damage on his skin. Being fair complected myself, I told him that I understood.

A few minutes later, he pointed out that one of the Dunwell twins was gonna get a nasty sunburn if he didn't sit out too. Then he told me that he is really good at feeling other people's pain.

I gave him some of my sun screen and sent him back out to join his class. I offered some SPF30 to the Dunwell twin and he declined. He said that he goes to the beach all the time and he could tell that the sun wasn't strong enough to burn him today.

I'll have to be sure and give him a good pat on the shoulder on Monday;)

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

4th Grade Writer

In 1st grade, Caitlin would always write stories about her two imaginary friends, Mary and Lloyd. Now she is in 4th grade and writes stories about cats:

GRAYMIST by Caitlin 4th Grade

Graymist Warrior-cat Princess sat back in her throne and observed her new common room of business. Her pink metal water-goblet sat at the ridge of her slick wooden table, and two leather mini-thrones stood in a corner. A grand window loomed to her right, next to a crimson pot with a green sort of plant growing in it. She leaned backward and sighed. As long as she kept the place private, no one would ever think of entering room C-51 of Damwell Enterprises, in the Catland Suburbs.

No one but Peacenfur.

Peacenfur Highrah was one of the most annoying of hippies in the Catland Suburbs. He and the other hippies, Peaceoall and Peaceandlove, roamed the city in search of people in need of “personal hippies.”

And worst of all was the hippie train. You could hear it coming from a mile away, for it had boom boxes and a karaoke system installed on the sides. Sometimes, just sometimes, Peacenfur could be seen singing crazy hip-hop songs on the ceiling of the train!

Graymist brushed her long hair with a rhinestone brush, and settled in for a relaxing day.

How wrong was she.

Somewhere in the afternoon, when she had just settled into a nice afternoon nap, there was a sudden blast from outside as the hippie train sped past. Anyone would’ve thought that they were just passing by, but they weren’t.

Peacenfur was at the door of Damwell Enterprises.

Graymist was having a wondrous dream about the medieval times, when suddenly there was a rather loud and annoying knock from somewhere. She woke with a start and stared around wildly, looking for the source of the noise. “Oh, no,” she thought as her eyes laid upon the metal door, “Not already!”

Then she heard Peacenfur’s shout, “I’m your personal hippie!” Graymist groaned as she pulled on a maroon cloak and got out of the spinning throne. Walking toward her door she searched for a large brass doorknob or a golden keyhole, but found none. Instead, she saw a metal plate and keyhole, with silver keys dangling from a hook to the left.

Assuming that these keys fit in the doorknob, she chose a baby-blue colored key and fit it through the keyhole, opening the door.

Graymist looked around, confused. Had she just imagined the knock, or was—“Aaahhh!” Graymist stumbled backward as Peacenfur somersaulted in. Her cloak fell off her shoulders and her pearl necklace snapped, sending pearls flying in the air, nearly poking her in the eye.

“PEACENFUR!!” Graymist screeched, “GET-OFF-OF-ME!” Peacenfur fell backward on the tile, his long hair falling back in place. He looked awfully wild in a rainbow striped long shirt and bowler pants. A leather belt with a peace sign held up his pants and he wore crazy cowboy boots. No one had ever seen his eyes for they were almost always covered with crazy multi-colored dread locks. In fact, the only people who’d ever glimpsed his cat-eyes were Peaceoall and Peaceandlove.

Graymist pulled her cloak up and picked up her necklace. Shoving it in her pocket, she noticed Peacenfur break in a huge grin, “I’m your personal hippie!”

Graymist backed up on all four paws and scowled at Peacenfur. But Peacenfur wasn’t paying attention; he was edging toward Graymist’s water goblet. Graymist gasped as it dawned on her. Instinctively, she fell backwards into her closet and pulled it closed with a string she had tied long ago. She reached under her rack of clothes for an umbrella, and finally grasped a handle. Fortunately, Peacenfur hadn’t yet—

“Aaaaack!!” Graymist screeched as her door flew open and Niagara Falls came pouring down on her. In the midst of all the rush and fuss, she heard Peacenfur’s loud annoying laugh.

Though it may have looked like Graymist was absolutely fuming and wet, on the inside she was actually expecting this. Her mind was whirring with thoughts and ideas and a single thought hit her suddenly. Peacenfur was laughing so hard that he didn’t notice the ground fall under the warrior princess, but when he did, it was too late.

Graymist slid down a dirt-made tunnel complete with small lights and tiny gems. As she did, she couldn’t help noticing that the ceiling was dripping and the stalagmites were touching the stalactites. She was going to have to call the royal builder and get him up to do the job.

Once she got to the end, she closed a door behind her, dried herself with an old towel, and blow dried her hair. She switched into a dry outfit and, with a flourish, opened an exit door and left her secret room.

Meanwhile, Peacenfur Highrah stared at the place where Graymist Warrior-cat Princess had disappeared, bewildered.

Monday, May 03, 2010

The Nest

Birds come and make their nests in our back courtyard. They have done it for years. Anyway, recently, there have been some renovations in the courtyard and the nests had to be removed. One of the nests had babies in it, and the science teacher built a box for the baby birds to nest in and hung it in the courtyard. You can see right into the nest from the courtyard balcony. The nest that the birds had built was so cool! Besides the usual grass, sticks and twigs, there were several different colored shreds of construction paper and some ribbon and feathers. Now, with it all stuffed in the science teachers' box it looks like a wonderful gift basket!