Monday, April 21, 2008

Group Hug!

My second kindergarten class was so sweet today. We were in the middle of playing "Teacher Says" (basically the same game as "Simon Says") when, for no apparent reason, they all decided to end the game and hug the teacher. I got completely mobbed by seven little sets of arms, all wrapping themselves around me at once. Of course they just about choked me, but I didn't mind. It was such a wonderful, spontaneous demonstration of love. And I love every one of them right back!

My first class was not quite so endearing today. In order to reinforce the phrases "cut the paper" and "glue the paper," I decided to do a craft with them. So on Friday, I drew a fishbowl on a sheet of paper and made four copies. Then I spent about twenty minutes finding pictures of fish that could be colored, and making copies of those. Today I had them each color three fish, then cut them out and glue them to the fishbowl drawings. It was a pretty cute idea and the kids liked it, but making the craft was a headache: "Harry, off the table!" "Jay, sit!" "No, Jay!" "Put that down and color your fish - Harry, no!" "No, no, don't glue the table, glue the fish!" "Where is your fish?" "Stop, Jay!" "No, don't cut that." It was all worth it though; all four kids now understand the two phrases I was attempting to teach them, and they all had fun learning them. Still, I'm glad that I don't have another craft tomorrow!

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"