1. A kid threw up because his friends put sand in his mouth. I told him to go wash up and had the kids bury the disqusting evidence. One of the other boys walked away with a sick look on his face, and the next thing I knew, he was throwing up too. Again, I had him cover up the mess and wash up. I am not sure if I followed the correct health procedures – The health manual probably says in such circumstances, one should contain the stuff in an airtight bag, have the bag cremated, and then contain the ashes, carry them with tongs held by gloved hands to the edge of the world, and throw them over.
2. I was sang to by a fifth grader. He closed his eyes, furrowed his eyebrows, and let his deep and sensitive little soul come out in song. He made up the song himself. His teacher said he had been even more passionate during his earlier performance that day when he had included arm movements.
3. The fifth graders had a debate on the war in Iraq. For one side, the strongest argument was something like, “We should bring the soldiers home because families miss them.” For the other, “We shouldn’t stop the war on Germany because it protects us from the terrorists.”
Monday, November 06, 2006
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