more art retreat pics with a new-school story that won't match. pshaw! you don't care.
i love the class i inherited! i'm fascinated by all the chinese students & staff. in case you didn't know it i love to be surrounded by a culture completely different than my own. it was the same at the last school i was stationed at. i was always surrounded by native spanish speakers. i delight in being privy to a fascinating secret world.
today during breakfast in the classroom one of the students wanted to know what the funny thing wrapped in the tortilla was called. "a quesadilla," i told her. the ones who heard my reply thought that was the funniest word and impossible to pronounce. i share their tongue twisting confusion when i pronounce some of their names. they are different and beautiful! in another week they'll come more automatically.
i've inherited an extremely dirty & disheveled classroom. the desk and all other surfaces were piled high with…debris. i found a shriveled pear underneath a pile of paper on my new desk. if/when the regular teacher returns i doubt she will mind that i have organized everything for her and thrown out a ton of garbage she definitely didn't need. i told the kids that our first order of business was cleaning up the classroom! during recess i've enlisted some excellent helpers to assist me in removing dust & grime from every surface. books are coming out of boxes and being lined up on the newly cleaned bookshelves. teacher manuals are being corralled into one location and labeled. everything is being herded and categorized. including the kids. i've changed their seats, moved their desks, and put them in an ordered line. ms. moss cannot function in a disaster area.
today i began my after-lunch story reading ritual. i brought one of my roald dahl anthologies and started reading esio trot. what a pleasure to read to 5th graders. i carved out a small reading space. half the class sits around me on the floor and the rest sit at their desks to listen. when i first began, some of the students were reading or writing, i didn't say anything to them, but after a few pages everyone had swiveled their heads and layed down their pencils.
and also…the principal is very nice. a pleasant person with a very agreeable disposition. i'm keeping my fingers crossed that my temporary position can become permanent, but if not i'll just move along to the next place and continue my rotations through the schools till my new home is found.
2 days till the weekend working stiffs! a 48 hour recess will be just what i need…