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I was a week away from spending a romantic springbreak get-a-way with my husband touring the city of love and lights; Paris, France. But as with all teachers, it is in our DNA to carry our students in our hearts, even on vacation.

Before internet gizmos and gadgets, hashtags, and Avatars, Flat Stanley was a simple paper cut-out, shaped like a boy with reddish-brown hair, fair skin, and rosy cheeks. He was an ordinary boy until a bulletin board fell on him during the night flattening him. The 1964 book series, by Jeff Brown, has Stanley capturing burglars and retrieving keys from storm drains; feats of heroism attainable because of his flatness.
When I returned on Thursday, teachers would vote anonymously on which Stanley would go. It was a lot to ask from a substitute, but visions of the project trumped any common sense.


I returned to school to find a plethora of paper creations lining the walls, only none of them looked like Flat Stanley. I opened my book bag and a lump formed in my throat.
The crispy white sheets of Flat Stanley templates, were tucked neatly inside my school tote bag, along with my project plans.
I looked around the room. There was a Harry Potter look-alike (scar and all), a transformer, a Justin Bieber, and even a Pegasus. I wanted to cry. What have they done? I cursed the jolly rancher. In the absence of templates and lesson plans, the students didn't know that they were creating a Flat Stanley replica that would actually go to France.

My substitute wasn't to blame either. I had forgotten to take the templates out and half of the plans were paper clipped to the copies. She only knew to read books and have students create a character using their imagination. It was the best I could've expected, really, given the circumstances.
I confess that I blamed the jolly rancher for years for the project gone bust. But there was a bright spot in the Flat Stanley Fiasco, as I called it for years. His character was unmistakable. With the exception of Flat Stanley's hair and white complexion, it was Kenny to a tee.
He had also designed a passport with a hand-drawn Eagle on the cover with black marker.
I pulled him aside, "You did a wonderful job drawing your character. What is his name?" (I excepted for him to say his name).
"Mrs. Dollar! He already has a name...Flat Stanley!"
I confess that I wanted to create an authentic Flat Stanley, the one Mr. Brown would be proud of (or so I thought), but my teacher inner voice screamed no! I guess you could say it's one of the moments when, as a teacher, I had to let go of preconceived notions, my ideal lesson, the crème de la crème project.. and go with the heart.
To learn more about the Flat Stanley Literacy project: http://www.flatstanley.com/
Confession Reflection:
- Has there ever been a project/lesson that didn't go the way you planned? What did you learn from the experience?
- Can you think of a teacher who affirmed you in some way? Did the experience shape how you relate to your students?
- How can administrators nurture a climate that affirms risk-taking and celebrates "jolly rancher" moments?