Someday my students (and my co-teachers, let’s be frank) are going to reminisce about the year they had (or worked with) that crazy teacher who did all the weird stuff. There sometimes comes a moment when I’m in the middle of one of these projects when I think to myself: this is a little nuts. Yesterday, that moment was when I started pouring out 34 cups of paint. 
It also occurred to me again when the wind picked up and started flinging streams of paint around as I was pouring it.
But… in for a penny, in for a pound, so away we went pouring paint onto our big tall tower!
And, in the end, I was the only one who got a little paint on my pants; the process was more than worth it. It was amazing to watch the effect of gravity on the paint as it poured down the tower and then across the board underneath. The kids were captivated – all in a day’s work!
