Caretaker Extraordinaire!

There is no other place quite like this place!  We praise God every day for the many special MVCS delights, and today we would like to showcase our dear Mr. Ralph, who models joy in serving every single day no matter how many messes we make.

Folks may not realize that one of the reasons MVCS can make do with such a thrifty budget is Mr. Ralph.  He hides behind the scenes, quietly going about his business, but he fixes EVERYTHING!  No endless requisition forms and maintenance checklists here.  He tucks a sticky note in his pocket and often fixes things that very same day.  I have seen a lot of schools, and I’ve never seen one that can make a table or a desk last longer than ours while still looking sharp.  Talk about persistence!  This week he made my fifteen-year-old bookcase better than new even after it drooped over to the side like a wilted flower.  My stubborn stool that just wouldn’t fix is now sturdy and unmovable.

He also models creativity, ingenuity, and problem solving to all of us.  We had a new set of privacy shields that kept tipping over in their tiny storage spot behind the door.  Mr. Ralph used a Promethean board box and some duct tape to engineer a perfect storage container to hold our boards.

Cheers to Mr. Ralph, one of MVCS’s hearty heroes!

Red Lantern

So the final musher has passed beneath the Burled Arch, earning the Red Lantern for not giving up on the long, exhausting trail.  We are wrapping up our unit, already missing ending our Iditarod days dancing to “I Did, I Did, I Did the Iditarod Trail.”

One Iditareader reached Nome by reading over 1,049 pages during the race.  Here he travels beneath our own burled arch.

 

We used our word choice skills to brainstorm specific Iditarod words that would capture our feelings about the race in some way.  We wrote “I poems” and painted a work of art to match the feelings we expressed.  Be sure to catch the students’ poems on their blogs!

Forty Below

by Miss Blessing

I zap your energy.

I sneak through your parka,

Nipping your fingers and biting your skin.

I might just be the winner of this race if you don’t watch out!

Bootie up those dogs because I have razor sharp edges.

I swirl.

I whirl.

I boss.

I exhaust.

I make the snow squinch and scrunch with my mighty arm.

I am the bullying, frostbite-your-nose, below zero cold of the Iditarod!

Our Own Musher

We topped off our two weeks of Iditarod madness with a marvelous visit from a local musher, Gail Guertin from North Sutton, NH. We learned so much and enjoyed meeting four of her dogs. More to come, but we thought you’d like a sneak peek!

Countdown to the Iditarod!

1 day, 20 hours, and 29 minutes until the Iditarod!

We are . . . .

using the internet safely

thinking of strong keywords for searches

skimming articles for the information we want

locating answers to the questions we have

discovering more about Alaska

conquering the winter doldrums with an exciting mental trip to the tundra!

 

Stay tuned!