Wednesday, July 30, 2008
If you teach kiddies, you know what "criss cross apple sauce" means. When I was little they called sitting that way "Indian style." That term was long ago banished for it's political incorrectness. I like saying "criss cross apple sauce" better anyway. Sounds more Mother Goose-ish and kid friendly.
Anyway, teaching kids to sit on the floor for sustained periods of time is next to a miracle. Three classes of kindergarteners have passed through my doors the last two days, and I've been shocked at how many can achieve the 15 minute, sitting on the floor part of my lesson. I have had some seat twirlers and some recliners, but most of the kids remained upright and pretzel legged.
I'm so pooped out that I snipped this piece wonkier than usual. The symmetry was unintentional. I just started snipping and went brain numb. The teacher looks as though she is levitating with her big head, little body self. Somehow, the little boys next to the teacher have an extra foot. I'm too tired to amputate the things off tonight.
Five classes and two bus duties tomorrow. Ugh.