Weekly Update - April 1 - 5

Last week was spent getting ready for Choral Speech. Our performance is scheduled for the morning of April 2nd. The festival classes start at 9:30 am. The Grade Ones will need to wear black bottoms and a plain white shirt with no logos or designs. Parents are welcome but just know there is an entry cost, set by the festival organizers, to get in. People should come a few minutes early to ensure seating. 

After Choral Speech wraps up, we will shift our focus to Arts Alive. Both grade one classes will be working together to create an art project that will be displayed in the Southern Alberta Art Gallery.

We have two fieldtrips next month. We will be going to Aggie Days on April 11th and to the Galt Museum on April 16th. Consent forms were signed at the beginning of the year but I will send home consent to chaperone forms closer the dates. We require 4 to 5 parent supervisors for each fieldtrip.

We will continue to focus on Lenten and Easter activities this week and next. Your children have been especially engaged in the Stations of The Cross. Ask them to tell you what they have been learning.

Dates to remember:

Apr 1 - PD Day - no school for students

Apr 2 - Choral Speech 9:30 am - SPFA Gym  

Apr 5 - 4th Lenten Celebration - Period 2

Apr 8 - Green Shirt Day

Apr 8 - Running Club Begins - 8:25 - 8:40 (Come one, Come all)

Apr 11 - Aggie Days - 12:30ish - 2:15 pm

Apr 12 - 5th Lenten Celebration

Cats Sleep Anywhere
by Eleanor Farjeon
 
Cats sleep anywhere,Any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window ledge,
In the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe,
Anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box,
In a cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere. They don’t care.
Cats sleep anywhere. 


My Dog May Be a Genius
by Jack Prelutsky

My dog may be a genius,
and in fact there’s little doubt.
He recognizes many words,
unless I spell them out.
If I so much as whisper “walk,”
he hurries off at once
to fetch his leash…it’s evident
my dog is not a dunce.I can’t say “food” in front of him,
I spell f-o-o-d,
and he goes wild unless I spell
his t-r-e-a-t.
But recently this tactic
isn’t working out too well.
I think my d-o-g has learned
to s-p-e-l-l.