“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.”
— Mitsugi Saotome
five and a half hours with fifteen five year olds = one nana nap at three thirty.
so i hung out with five year olds today. and i think i might have contracted nits. and it was so completely fabulous but so time warpy weird. cos of course i kept comparing it with homeskooling. like, i am so used to a skool day that looks like walking around the supermarket and pass me the pink pegs and the square box that starts with an S and who can find me the cheapest flour and now you're big let's split the shopping list and you can fill up your trolley and i'll race ya to fill up mine, and oh lookit we're home, so please can ya read a story with so-and-so and then let's make muffins and oops i can't find the cup measure so how many half cups makes two whole cups? and all that organic talk as ya go stuff.
but in the classroom... in the classroom... i forgot that ya have to manufacture all that. so i am having a bit of a conveyor belt reaction. cos of course the kids are so incredibly beautiful. it's just that some of them don't have mummies talking to them all the way around the supermarket. so the classroom is all hoops and jumping and numeracy and literacy and lists of box-tickness. spells h-e-a-r-t p-a-l-p-i-t-a-t-i-o-n. and also spells they're-all-on-the-same-page and could-someone-please-hoop-jump-them-twice-a-year-for-National-Standards.
didn't think i'd get this reacty. thought i'd just throw paint around. really not sure about career prospects then.