I spent most of last week scribbling down ideas and putting together lesson plans. I also overdosed on preserved guava and Nescafe (decaff), not to mention chocolate cream cakes and Bulla’s Neapolitan ice-cream. These were part of the preparation for what would happen the week after. I was a knight training for battle, or a princess hatching an escape from a maleficent sorcerer into the deserts of the Eastern Mountains. I was going to teach for four mornings in a row for the first time in years. I had to be ready and armed.
As it turned out, I had the time of my life and so did the kids. I had not expected them to be so eager and vibrant. A bright lot they were, pencils in hand , eyes alight with mischief and fresh enthusiasm. Together, they ploughed through new concepts such as metaphors and personification. They yanked verbs out of boring sentences and replaced them with words that rollicked, roiled and breathed. They played games and went wild in the spacious yard where the classes were held. They composed and painted.
What a piece of sky! I am brimming with gratefulness for the gift given, and the gift shared.
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