There are some things that only register on
the ends of the spectrum without appearing in the middle. Sea food is either good or bad. You either love opera or love to make fun of
those who do. Thus it is with little, red
headed, freckled faced boys who are missing several front teeth. They are either so nice and cute that you
could just rub that ginger head and pinch those freckled cheeks or they are so
rotten, still cute, that you wouldn’t leave them in a room with an attack dog
for fear of what would happen to the dog (don’t be politically correct you know
that kid). Such a young man was seated
in the first seat as we made our way down the road. He jabbered and talked to those around him,
popped up and down like a ground hog and tried to take in the surroundings as
we traveled along. Student after student
left the bus till the number of students on the bus was down to an amount that
was manageable by a preschooler, so he started counting, "One, two, three,
four and one driver that makes five people on the bus." As I approached the next house the teacher in
me decided to grab that teachable moment and I said as the student stepped off,
"Five minus one is .......?" He looked around took his preschool
count and said, "Four!" His older sister, a much wiser kindergartner
said, "That's right!" With
wide eyes he threw his hands in the air and said, "I'm
learrrrrnnnning!" It’s everywhere,
in classrooms, libraries, offices, and even in the front seat of a school bus
going down a country road. Learrrrrnnnnnning
it’s all around us. So channel that red
headed, freckled faced, missing teeth grin kind of spirit and dive in. End the day richeeeeerrrrrr than when you
started.
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