I’m back from Winter Intensives and here’s what I’ve learned:
- I have a new appreciation for ANYBODY who works a 12 hour shift doing anything. Fighting fires, sewing shirts, & especially teaching children.
- These children are strange, creative, witty, weird creatures.
- And most importantly..I work with some really great people. We dug in our heels, cursed under our breath. We did not scar any kids for life. We survived.
Here’s are a few shots from the month…
I collected these for a week. This was my starting line up to get through the day. Espresso is a friend.
My beautifully organized desk.
Group picture on our last day. FAREWELL.
I’m teaching a speaking intensive class with four of shyest children on Earth. They’re sweet, kind, smart, but ohhhh so quiet. When I ask them introspective questions about their feelings or how to deal with conflict and loneliness they write these elaborate paragraphs, but when I ask them to share…they simply tuck their heads & giggle.
They smile at me, turn their heads away in shame, laugh at my pleas for them to speak…but they just won’t do it. It has become rather comedic. I ask for responses, they all sit in silence…and then we all bust out laughing together.
But every once in a while, during this 3 hour game show, we get a volley of conversation going. It starts with Stella, who is quietly followed by Iris and before I know it, all four of them have spoken. Maybe it’s only 6 words, maybe 2 full sentences….but when it happens. I am thankful for the opportunity I have with these children. And I’m grinning like a proud mom, just tickled.