Throw Up Colored Playdough
Thirty containers of playdough seemed like more than enough, but after a few rounds of claymation we only have a handful of containers left that aren’t dried up or covered in mold. I didn’t realize a student brought their own one morning and accidentally ate a couple bites from her stash. She wasn’t happy about it, but I think I got my point across. I wish I kept the moldy playdough around for us to throw under a microscope, but we can always culture more gross things later.
One student in particular has really been pushing to make claydough. Unfortunately cooking in the morning takes all the time we’ve got (45 minutes) and she usually gets to schools around 8:20am (breakfast ends at 8:40am). For about a week she’d show up and ask if today was the day to make claydough, and I’d give her the bad news that she didn’t get to school early enough. After a week of that, she started showing up a couple minutes earlier, out of breath, telling me she ran all the way to school. Still not early enough to cook. Well today she finally did it, she made it in by 8:00am.
This was the first time we cooked in the table in the hallway. It was quite a mess. Dry and wet flour and food coloring cover the table. The hotplate still had batter on the coils from breakfast weeks earlier that left the hallway smelling like pancakes. We finished just in time to get everyone to class. One student didn’t want to wash her hands. She almost managed to sneak into class without washing them. I’m kind of with her on it, it would be fun to walk around with doughy purple hands all day, but I don’t think the teacher wants that tracked into their classroom. This was the most excited I’ve seen the older kids in the morning. The mess wasn’t too much for me to clean up after they went to class. We’ll have to make more claydough tomorrow.





