I don't know how teachers do it. I'm pretty sure if I was locked in a classroom with 20 plus kindergartners ever day, I'd probably go insane.
Today was the annual Harvest Luncheon at my kids' school, which means that the parents (who
aren't lucky enough to don't have work or other commitments) get to come to school to eat lunch with their child. In my case, I get to drag bring my other two kids to have lunch with the kindergartners then stall long enough to also have lunch with the 2nd graders. Let me tell you, this is fun stuff! First of all, I learned why my kids are always starving when they get home from school. Out of, seriously a million choices of things to eat, Calvin had a wheat roll, an apple and chocolate milk. Okay, fair enough he can be a pretty picky eater but then a short while later we were joined by miss Emmeline who had exactly mimicked Calvin's choices except for adding a tiny dollop of mash potatoes to the mix. No turkey or at least mac & cheese... how about the yummy blueberries or roasted potatoes?!
|Hey look, there's a runner in the background... good for her!|
"When you get really old, like 20, you start die. It might take a really long time, like 10 or even 12 years, but that's when it starts to happen... when you get really old, like 20." Which was of course met with a very serious nod by the little boy of whom the conversation was directed to. I could just see the little wheels in his mind spinning around and could almost hear him spouting out, "yes, yes 20 is when it all starts to go downhill."
I'm sure I would've brought looks of pity and dismay had I disclosed to the duo that I'll be turning 31 in just a few days. I better get working on that bucket list.
After lunch, we got to head out for recess where the kids, despite the freezing cold wind, ran from play structure to basketball game, to soccer, to hula hooping and back again with smiles from ear to ear as if they had never seen the light of day before. Calvin settled on a nice game of kindergarten rules basketball, in which you get any type of playground ball and 8 or 9 boys. Then whoever has the ball runs around with it while the others chase him and try to take it away. Every so often he throws it in the direction of the hoop or someone yells, "I'm open, pass me the ball" then the ball is loose and the free for all starts all over again. From what I could decipher, there aren't really any teams or rules for that matter and dribbling is discouraged.
Leona, Emme and I, after trying everything out twice, stationed ourselves at the tether ball court (one of my favorites in jr. high) where Leona thought it would be a lot more fun and efficient to just hang on the ball and swing around. I have a feeling that might be against school rules, but luckily there was a lack of playground officiating so we were not sequestered to the "blue bench".
Needless to say, after just an hour of living the life of an elementary kid, I'm ready for a nap.