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A Photo Journal of Corner Basement School

September 22, 2014
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It is six thirty, and still dusky when I look through my bedroom window, the sky is lightening around the leaves of the maples.

I wake early most mornings. I set my alarm for five thirty, because I want time to write before school. And every morning, I toss back and forth in my bed, drifting back into sleep, praying, running my mind over yesterday, planning. I hardly ever am able to force myself out of bed before six thirty.

Every morning I try.

It is the blind optimism of school teachers. It is why we teach in the first place, because we imagine it will be easy, that we will wake up on time every morning and drop learning gently into four little heads every day and leave the school building at three thirty every afternoon.

Of course, it doesn’t work out that way. School teaching always takes more time and effort than one would imagine.

Here is this blindly optimistic school teacher on her first day of school.

Luci Miller the school teacher

photo taken by Kim Martin

And her four bright-eyed students, little imagining what is in store for them.

bright-eyed students

Regina, MacKenzie, and Kaitlyn, with Jonny in the back

What do we do in school besides study?

Oh, lots of things.

We have recess.


We catch mice.

Jonny with mouse

We eat worms.

MacKenzie with gummy worm

We jump rope.

Jump rope

We sweep floors.

cleaning jobs

And we add bubbles to our scuba diver for perfect work.

One Hundred Bubbles

One rainy day, Regina brought Myron to school. She gave him a ball ride at recess.

Regina and Myron

Sometimes, Elizabeth and her minion, Dave, come to school to teach us art.

Elizabeth and minion

One Thursday, they taught us to make fossils.

Making fossils

FossilsAnd another Thursday, owls.

Dave with owl painting

IMG_5296 MacKenzie with owl IMG_5309

All in all, school is fun. About that, even we school teachers are not too blindly optimistic.


  1. Lucy dear, I loved the days of being your teacher. You were the perfect student and made straight A’s. I always felt you were smarter than I , your third grade teacher. I love reading your blog and knowing you did have lots of beautiful thoughts roaming wildly and free in your head even if I could hardly get you to talk. Looking back, I suppose it was my own chattering while trying to fill in the blanks, that left you speechless. Keep up the writing.

    1. Shilah, whatever you did, you did it right, because I really loved you as my teacher. I don’t remember what my thoughts were back then, but I remember being small and scared and shy, and you had a way of making me feel comfortable. You were the perfect teacher.

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