kids

I've found it interesting to be with a 2nd grade class for a few days. They want to tell you everything. They see everything. They want to know everything. For example one girl wanted to tell me her finger hurt. Another boy his hands were dirty. I asked him "what do you want to do about that?" and he went off to wash them. Another girl came back from recess and said her stomach and neck hurt. Amazing how they can make it through recess. After lunch she said her back and leg hurt. I asked her if she could make it 1 more hr. of school. She said no and wanted to go to the nurse. I send her and of course they sent her back convinced she could now survive until the bell rang.

They tell me stories and want to know why someone has been moved and one boy is a caretaker he watches everything to make sure everyone is well ans asks me questions I may or may not answer depending upon their appropriateness.

They want to help me grade papers, record them, put stickers on them, get me water, pass put papers, collect papers and take things to the office. Everyone has a job. It's a very good class. There is such a difference and joy in them. What a difference between gr, 2 and 8. Then the joy leaves and hormones come in. These little ones are so pure, unformed and innocent, A joy.

I'm sicker. Over the weekend the nose started running and the cough began.