Daily Archives: October 24, 2010

Countdown to Caritas

In about nineteen hours (from the time of this writing), we will be on a bus on our way to Camp Caritas. Are you packed yet? Do you have your book picked out? Any last minute questions? Before you ask about the weather forecast, here’s the latest info:

Weather for Caritas

For those who are driving up to Caritas to join us, you can find directions here:

A few reminders for everyone. We will go to mass tomorrow morning at 8:00 before we leave. Students do not have to wear their uniforms tomorrow; they should wear what they plan to wear on the bus. Please try to be at school by 7:45 so you can drop off your luggage, backpacks, whatever. We will walk over to mass at 7:55 (if the teacher happens to be running around like a crazy person, please walk over ahead of me. We’ll be sitting in the front pews on the right-hand side of the church where the first graders usually sit; the seats will be reserved for us.)

The bus will be arriving at school around 9:15 which will allow us fifteen minutes to get packed up and be ready to drive away from school at 9:30. I’m sure it will be a peaceful, uneventful drive for the teacher (whose iPod will no doubt be getting plenty of use tomorrow!)

Parents…please feel free to join us at mass tomorrow morning. We will be sitting together as a class, and parents can sit behind us. After mass, we’ll be returning to the classroom for one last conversation and some breakfast treats. We’ll be back outside the classroom by 9:15 where we hope you’ll join us to say farewell (and, perhaps, a “Good Luck!!” to the teacher).

Any questions?



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October Poetry

Before we leave for Camp Caritas, a poem from Robert Frost that celebrates fall. My seventh graders should recognize one of their recent vocabulary words, used properly, in the poem.


by Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

From The Poetry of Robert Frost.

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