Well, How about that?

There is no way to be an effective instructor without making gigantic efforts to know, and understand each student. That, my friends, is heartbreaking work.


I'm working on a project for the class called "Wonderful You", as preparation, I've done an "interview" with each of my students.


I'm sure my supervising instructor wondered, what was taking me so long to complete the interviews (took 3 days for 18 students). It took me longer because I was delving into the kids' lives more deeply than the actual questionaire wanted. I didn't set out to do that, and some of the kids just ran through the questions, with no other comments, but the others, opened up and shared and I asked for more details and it turned into more of a sharing time than an interview.





Oh the things I heard. And how my heart hurts. For the kids who are hungry, I want to pack a lunch for, everyday. For the kids who are lonely and confused, I want to comfort them and help them understand this PSYCHOTIC world (not the good psychotic!)


One wee boy just buried his Daddy on the weekend. I was stunned to see him at school, so I kept a close eye on him, and his classmates were amazing. I bawl as I tell you how PROUD I am of them and how gentle and caring and supportive each of them were to our grieving little one.





I love my job. I love it more than any work I have ever done. This is my heart job, the job that my heart needs to do.





And while I'm being so sentimental, I want to say "thank you", from the bottom of my heart to some of the people who have helped make this journey happen.





My amazing partner. My cozy bear, Faron. For listening to my dream of "hearting" children, and encouraging me to BE courageous and GET OUT THERE! I needed that extra bolstering and someone believing in me more than I believed in myself.





My beautiful daughters, for being so helpful, so encouraging "Do that again next time MAMA!" and so understanding of my crazy schedual, that they often got the short end of the stick on. For being proud of my accomplishments and for letting me practise on them!





My seriously awesome Parents. For the physical, tangible, monetary help and for looking after the girls and looking after me so I'd have the energy to do what I have to do as a student and a mom.





Ma soeur, cause you know how it is, and know how it could be and you stuck with me, even though it was rotten to be related to me sometimes. Thanks for making the effort and not leaving me stranded. Only as sister could do that. I love you.





My crazy friends. Who KNEW I'd love it, and KNEW it would be a great experiance for me, and KNEW it was within my abilities. Thank you.








In other news. Leanne (one of those crazy friends refered to above!), just blogged about how unneeded expensive toys are, when kids are happy with a pot and a spoon.


She is so right, and I have pictures to prove it!!!
The box my comp chair came in, a blanket, kleenex??? scissors and markers, made this fort they've been playing with for 4 days!












Lei shows off their project
















How could you NOT feel welcomed by such a sweet sign??!!











Yes, we read comic books here, "words are words" I say!
(We read the dictionary too, but shhh, I don't want their friends to know they've succumbed to the geeky-ness!)