Somebody ate their Wheaties today. Someone had. 5 hour energy and a Flintstone vitamin chased down with a triple venti double shot. And that person wasn't me. The kids beat me up. They were VERY antsy today. They talked at levels that even made their most talkative day pale in comparison.
I use old sports bottles to hold dice. I can't stand when kids drop the die on the floor because it becomes a shrum to dive on the floor and catch it. So this way the dice don't fall on the floor. Surprisingly only 1 opened their bottle. They did to the sound of them losing a class dojo point.
The kids like the math sliders much more than they liked my janky tape job of the base ten blocks. They got the point and that's all that mattered.
Not sure who told me to do this, but it was jank-tastic!
