It is 6:30 AM. My alarm is ringing. This would be my third alarm that went off on my phone, but it is my first one that I turn off consciously.
What would happen if I didn’t get out of bed this morning?
Why in the world am I alway so tired?
Is this how it is going to be for the rest of my life?
I get out of bed and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Did I really read about a lady in Moscow that walked into the metro station with a severed head of a child that she was babysitting?
How are the parents dealing with their grief?
Didn’t the babysitter also burn the apartment down before fleeing the scene?
What am I wearing today?
Is it going to be too cold for the outfit I laid out?
I check the weather and change my clothes.
Did Daniel wake up in time for work?
What are the dogs doing now?
Is Mindy taking advantage of an empty house and lounging on the couch?
What should I eat for breakfast?
I go downstairs and I eat my breakfast of yogurt with strawberries and oatmeal.
Why is my sister texting me about wedding dress shopping so early in the morning?
When is Easter weekend?
Will mom be able to make it up to Atlanta that weekend?
What is she doing now?
Do I have time for some coffee?
I drink half a cup of coffee.
Will Cheryl be on time for my observation today?
Do I have all the materials that I need?
Will my students show interest in what I have prepared for them?
What will I do if they tell me that they are bored like they did last week?
What time is it?
I grab my keys, tote, and cellphone, and I walk out the door.
As the clouds rolled in, the rain began to fall.
“Why must you take the sun away from me, rain?” said the young flower.
“It is not in my control, flower,” said the rain. “I only land where the sky drops me.”
“But you are crinkling my petals” cried the young flower. “And you are weighing me down.”
“But don’t you see, young flower?” said the rain. “You and I must be destined for one another.”
“If this is destiny,” declared the young flower, “I want nothing to do with it. Please, bring back the warmth of the sun.”
Suddenly, the rain no longer replied. The skies cleared, and the sun shone down on the young flower once again.
“Oh, how I missed you!” exclaimed the young flower to the sun. “The rain wreaked havoc on my nerves and my posture.”
“But don’t you see, young flower?” asked the sun. “Don’t you see that you now stand much taller and much stronger?”
“Perhaps…” replied the young flower. And upon more reflection with its encounter with the rain, the young flower understood.
The moral of the story is that there must be some rain in order to grow.
Context: 4th grade classroom mini-lesson about punctuations & fables
- it’s the middle of the night
- it’s the middle of the countryside
- there’s a road running through it
- a horse is coming down the road and meets a bear
- Paragraph 1: write what the horse says to the bear
- Paragraph 2: write what the bear says to the horse
- Paragraph 3: write what the horse says to the bear
- Paragraph 4: a big storm comes up suddenly
- Paragraph 5: write what the bear says to the horse
- Paragraph 6: write what the horse says to the bear
- Paragraph 7: write the moral of the story (aphorism)
“Good evening!” said Horse. “What are you doing awake at this time of year?”
“My joints were sooo achey that it woke me up,” groaned the Bear. “There must be a big storm coming.”
“Oh, Bear,” Horse said shaking his head, “you must sleep walking. There’s no storm coming this way.”
Suddenly, lightning streaked across the sky and a large storm came upon Bear and Horse.
“Run, Horse! There’s a tornado coming this way!”
“There’s no time, Bear! Run for that ditch!”
[Edited] The moral of this story is that some will groan and others will say nay, but the only thing that will save you is to take action.