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It is too easy to forget things, and I thought I would start writing to you and that I would try to post a photograph every day to show you what my life here is like. I will try my best. It will be my way of someday being able to tell you that you were always in my thoughts, even though I was half a world away and only got to see you a few weeks in a year. As a teacher, I get to do a lot of neat things. Yesterday I saw a Year 8 boy who spoke no English (only French) who was in tears because he couldn't find his classroom. I took him aside and asked him to throw cold water on his face and then took him where he needed to be. He was grateful and I felt like a hero. I get to do heroic things every day; that is the best part of my job. I get hugs every day from the kids. I had lunch today with the kindergartners and I had a French boy on my right side and a Norwegian boy on my left, and I was carrying on a conversation in two languages. My job rules.
This is a picture of my Year 4 class. Today we did something that I cooked up on the spur of the moment. Last year the boys in this class were fighting a lot, so one of the first things I did (today was the second day of school) was to ask them to write down all of the things that had been said to them that hurt their feelings. Then I took them to the schoolyard, asked them to crumple their sheets of paper and throw them into a hole. Then we replaced the dirt and they jumped on the mound to make sure the earth was packed down! One of the kids came up with a great name to call it: "The Graveyard of Hurtful Words." (In the picture you can see some of the crumpled-up sheets.) We all promised to try our best never to use them.
That is it for now; love to you and your moms.
