Attention Teachers & Parents: Field Trips For All

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When the economy tanked the budgets of already under-funded schools were chopped even more severely. As a teacher it baffles me why children — our hope for a better future — are always the first ones shafted. Amoeba says that it’s easy to explain — kids don’t vote.

Well, luckily, even though the government and tax payers in general seem to have no wish to support the public schools, at least Lunchables is.  Lunchables is sponsoring a Field Trips For All contest.

A 2009 report from The American Association of School Administrators reveals that with school budgets so drastically reduced, over 56% of our nations schools will be cutting educational field trips. Educational research (and common sense) clearly indicate that experience is the best teacher, but the cost of seeing, doing, and experiencing are just too high per child, so field trips must go.

That’s where Lunchables comes in. Not only do they provide tasty meals (I’ve eaten more than a few as a teacher), they are going to help provide 50 classrooms with ultimate field trips. One of the places slated for field tripping is the cool alien encounter described above.

As a teacher I can tell you that nothing inspires questions and fuels learning as much as hands-on experience and field trips. Anyone age 6 and older can nominate a classroom for a field trip. Nominate a classroom you think would benefit from a Lunchables: Project Potential field trip today.

All of us are affiliated with a school or two in one way or another. Spread the news about Project Potential. Who knows, it just might be you who instigates the next great field trip for a classroom of kids.

Visit my sponsor: Field Trips For All

Squishy, Squishy, Bye Bye

Not long after we left the Keiki Zoo, we came to the rhino enclosure. The female rhino came forward to take a good look at the strange creatures staring at her. I believe it was Chez’s piping call of “Looky! Looky! Looky!” that caught her attention.

The kids oh-ed and ah-ed and pointed things out to each other — including the hair fringe that hung down over her ears. I said it grew there to keep bugs out of her ears. Ms. Jewls said those were her pigtails. The kids thought we were both funny.

Cass said, “Bugs don’t grow in ears, Silly.”

Kevin said, “Rhinosaurases no has pigged-tails.”

Gordy said, “Can I … mumble, mumble mumble.” He speaks very softly, and asking him to repeat something generally means he’ll get even quieter.

I said, “I couldn’t hear you, honey, what do you want?”

Gordy said, ” … mumble, mumble, nocerous, please.”

I said, “Can’t you see? Do you need to be picked up?”

Frustrated, Gordy shook his head and stamped his foot. The rest of the class was already moving away. I caught Chez’s hand, then motioned with the other for Gordy to follow. He shook his head no, grabbed my fingers in both his hands and pulled me toward him. Still holding Chez with my left hand, I bent down. Gordy whispered, “But I wanna pet the nocerous.”

“Pet it!” I exclaimed.

Chez squeaked, “No way! No way!” He stretched my left arm about three inches longer trying to leave.

And Gordy queried, “Can I?”

I said, “Honey, we can’t pet the rhino!”

Gordy said, “Will it bite me?”

I said, “Yes! Right after it steps on you and squishes you! The horn on it’s nose is bigger than you are!”

Gordy thought that was funny. He laughed.

Chez, still tugging on my arm, sing-song-ed, “Squishy, squishy, bye, bye! Squishy, squishy, bye, bye!”