Today at W, I stayed a bit later to watch Ms. D do her planning sheet for the next day. It seemed easy enough, if a bit stifling. She told me there's a lot less autonomy at her job these days, and she basically just copies lessons from assigned books.
During social studies, the class learned about a few land forms and then drew them. One kid said his peninsula was "Elvis Peninsula" because it looked like Elvis' hair. (And it did, kind of.) Then he mentioned that the principal at W loves Elvis, and once had his "blue sweaty shoes" on display.
Laugh or puke at it, you can't make that kind of stuff up.