Today, at an elementary school that I have only been to twice before, I ate lunch with a class of first graders. They swarmed around me, unzipped the pockets of my jacket, tugged at my hair, clung to my legs, and begged me to answer their inquisitions in a language that they could understand. Their homeroom teacher smiled and looked on from her desk. What else should I have expected from a group of six-year-olds who presumably had never met an American woman before?
I have observed that at the end of the school day, Elementary school teachers distribute snacks, usually little cakes or fresh fruit, and tea to one another in preparation for the day's informal closing meeting.
What do you make of this picture that I took?
1 comment:
the normal awkward of the staff room.
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