Walking down a primary school corridor, at recess time, when the children are getting dressed to go outside, is like running a gauntlet! Heaven forbid, you should be trying to grab a quick snack AND make it to the washroom. That is one LONG corridor.
Madame, can you zip up my coat?
Madame, can you help me find my mittens?
Madame, are you eating the skin on that kiwi? I nodded yes. GROSS!
Madame,you can't eat kiwi. Oliver is allergic to kiwis. ME: Where is Oliver?
He's upstairs.
WHAT? Forget that. I continued to eat my kiwi, miraculously making it back to my classroom, and to the washroom.
Kindergarten:
Carly: I was in a daycare where they spoke French, but then my mother moved me to another one, and they don't speak French to me there. But I THINK I am getting the hang of it.
Sam- I puked at home yesterday. But it didn't hurt my belly. It only hurts in the belly for babies and I am not a baby. (I had to send this brave little one home an hour later; he was as white as a ghost and had a fever. :(
Anna- I don't know why my little brother likes me. ME: He is your brother. He loves you.
NO! I don't know why he BITES me! (Oh dear, I guess my hearing is going.)
ME: Do you know what this letter is Brittany? Brittany: HELL, no!
While waiting for the bus at the end of the day, little Cole says, "Look, I am doing slits!" He meant "splits", but of course, that is hard to say when your two, top front teeth are missing.
Grade One:
After I admonished Tristan for throwing objects around in the classroom during indoor recess, he justified his actions by telling me, "I play basketball!"
Eric, after bumping his head under a table, albeit lightly it seemed to me, declared twenty minutes later, "I see stars!"
Grade One French Immersion: Makayla: J'ai écrit ton nom. When I repeated her sentence, correctly saying "J'ai écrit MON nom.", she giggled and said, "You TRICKED me!"
ME: Get your agendas and line up at the door.
Sadie: We don't line up.
ME: With me you DO!
Sadie: Yup, and YOU'RE the boss!
At dismissal time,when the children board the bus, I always say good bye in six or seven languages, which elicites glares, stares, comments, and repetitions.
Yesterday, however, I wished them a "Happy Easter! Joyeuses Pâques!"
Xavier, with a smile and glancing back over his shoulder, replied:
I don't DO French!
Well, on that note, and whether you do DO French or NOT, Happy Easter - Joyeuses Pâques - Feliz Pascuas... to all my faithful readers. May your
EASTER be a symbol of hope, renewal and new life.
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