Wednesday, June 3, 2009

School is Over

So the kids are done for the summer already and are into baseball now. Between Rachel and Jacob we have games almost everyday of the week. It is fun though. Jacob's last day of school was May 28th and Rachel's was May 29th.

A few days before Jacob's last day of school he went on picnic with all the kindergartners. They walked to some kids house by the school, played games and had a barbecue. They had a lot of fun. I loved going and watching Jacob play the games and have a fun day in the sun. It was a perfect day too.



(Outside of the school waiting to go back in his classroom)

Jacob's class outside of his classroom in the kindergartens private playground. Jacob is on the end right.


Jacob did really well this year. He had a good teacher who was so much fun. He made the kids laugh all the time and he really got down to their level and played with them. All the kids loved Mr. Judy. He did a lot of work for the kids and Jacob came home with some pretty amazing things to remember his school year with. Jacob got the highest grade you can get. No surprise their. I can't believe that Jacob is going to be in the 1st grade in a few months. Jacob seems excited though. He is happy to be done with school for the summer.

Jacob and Mr. Judy- Jacob gave Mr. Judy a movie ticket for Edwards and movie theater candy. Mr. Judy loves the movies.

Rachel's last week of school was fun. The week before she did a bunch of reports as well as a story about her teachers frog. It was a stuffed frog that they all had to write a story about. Rachel's was funny. I will put it after all the pictures. Rachel had crazy hair day one of the last days of school. Her hair was pretty crazy.



Rachel did fantastic this year in school. She got all A's and one B+. her B+ was in reading. I was not surprised there. She loves to read but for reading they have to read books that they can be tested on. Many of the books that she read there were no tests for them so she had to do book reports for them. She got half as many or less points doing it that way. She had a goal for points and didn't get it so she got a B+. I personally think that it is the dumbest thing that I have ever heard of but what ever. She was in the 4th grade and reading at a 7th grade level and got a B+. Makes no sense to me. Oh well. I was so proud of her anyways. I am not one to care what your grades are as long as you try your best.

Rachel had a great year at school with an amazing teacher. Mr. Jones was awesome. I could not have asked for a better teacher for Rachel. She learned tons and loved school. She also had a great group of friends. She was so sad when her best friend Rachael moved a way but became really great friends with three girls at school and a bunch of boys.

Rachel and her 4th grade teacher Mr. Jones. She gave Mr. Jones a box of Twinkies (his favorite) and a Barnes and Noble gift card because Mr. Jones is always reading.

Rachel and two of her good friends at school. Journee and Isly.

Here is Rachel's hilarious story that she wrote about her teachers frog.

Mr. Jones’ Frog

By Rachel Heileson

One day Mr. Frog and Mrs. Frog went on a walk. While on their walk they saw their neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Toad walking as well. So they all walked and talked together. While they were walking they were not paying watching where they were walking and they walked right into the dark, dark woods.

“I’m scared,” said Mrs. Frog.

“Me too,” said Mrs. Toad trembling.

“Where are we,” said Mr. Frog.

“We are in the dark, dark woods and were lost,” said Mr. Toad.

“I need to get home before dinner so I can’t be lost,” said Mrs. Frog.

“Ok, all right, fine. We’ll just walk in the direction we came from,” said Mr. Toad.

“Wait what direction did we come from,” said Mrs. Toad.

“How should I know, I am just a frog on a walk and I am lost,” said Mrs. Frog.

But one thing that they didn’t know was that they were being watched.

“Hi,” said a voice behind them.

So they turned around and there standing before them was a girl.

“Can I help you guys with something,” said that girl.

“Who are you,” said Mr. Toad.

“What’s your name,” said Mrs. Toad.

“My name is Karra, and I live here,” said the girl.

“But Karra how can you live here and why do you live here,” said Mrs. Frog.

“Well I really didn’t have a choice where I lived. My parents abandoned me here when I was little,” Karra said.

“Why did your parents abandon you,” said Mr. Frog.

“Well because I can communicate with animals. That is why I am talking to you,” said Karra.

“So you’re saying no other human can communicate with humans,” said Mr. Frog.

“Well I am just one of the few people that can,” said Karra.

“Um Karra,” said Mrs. Toad. “How do we get home?”

“What is your town called,” said Karra.

“It’s called Sunnyville,” said Mr. Frog.

“Hmm, Sunnyville, huh,” said Karra.

“Yup,” said Mrs. Toad.

“Ok, let’s see. Where is Sunnyville,” said Karra. “Does anybody have a map or a compass?”

“Nope,” “Nope,” “Nadda,” “Nu-uh,” they all said.

“Okay then we’ll just go to my house to get one,” said Karra.

“You’re house?” said Mr. Toad a little worried.

“Yes my house,” said Karra.

“Where is your house,” said Mrs. Toad.

“Well it is not far from here,” Karra said.

“Okay which direction do we go,” said Mrs. Frog.

“This direction,” Karra said pointing east.

After they went to Karra’s house and got the map and compass they moved on. But while they were walking night fell, and out of nowhere Karra turned into an Ogre and then she ate Mr. and Mrs. Toad and Frog. And that was the end of Mr. and Mrs. Toad and Frog.

“Wahahahahaha,” cackled the little girl in the dark, dark woods.





2 comments:

Magic Moments said...

Wiat ago Rachel. I loved her story. She is so talented and creative. For some reason I think of her every time I go to Disneyland. I can just see her working there as one of the characters or performers or something. She'd be so good at it.

Magic Moments said...

I forgot to say that I love those pictures of Jacob in his Mickey Mouse shirt. I feel so bad I couldn't find him any good Goofey or Pluto shirts.