Something small, but I feel like writing about it. I don't know why I become a little teary when I think of this incident that happened in my classroom today. Yesterday, a thursday, a day when I have the kids almost throughout the day, a day when I do feel overwhelmed a bit I admit!...while I was going through my drawer (which is a mess!) I found a pair of my favourite craft scissors... broken. Someone had attempted to repair it by wrapping masking tape around it. I was upset of course because no one had come to tell me about it. I asked the class who had opened my drawer and taken the scissors and broken it. There was silence. A few eyes popped; a few jaws dropped in utter disbelief. I continued to look at them sternly, not expecting (unfortunately) any response whatsoever, when from the corner of my eyes I saw a hand slowly, tentatively rise up. I asked the little girl if she had broke...
This blog is a tribute to my parents who are life long-learners and my students whose identity and world views I am responsible for nurturing in the span of 365 days.