Speak to me in Spanish, and only in Spanish
It was a day like no other, although when working with kids,
no day is the same.
The bell rang, attendance was taken, and it was time for
food. The kids follow me like little ducklings in a straight line as we head
into the lunchroom. I double-checked the attendance, and the kids grabbed their
meals. Often times the kids don’t have assigned seating as long as they behave
and are appropriate with their food, so we let them sit where they want.
After working with the same groups for a while, you easily
notice who each kid is a friend with, who they prefer to sit by and who they
prefer not to sit by, in addition, there are also the kids who are absolutely
inseparable. In my second grade group, I had two girls named Hannah* and Sarah*
who were a perfect pair of trouble, they loved not to listen and always make
problems, that is together, they were practically joined at the hip. (*Names
have been changed).
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| A bracelet that Sarah* and Hannah* made together to give to me one day during inside recess/break |
One thing that I always admired about each of my groups is
that when some of the kids didn’t get along, it was never because of the
differences of color, race, or ethnicity but rather an issue separate from
that. Hannah, coming from a Hispanic background, and Sarah, coming from an
African American background, were a wonderful pair, who loved each other despite
their different races.
On this day, the lunchroom was filled with happy kids,
munching down their mash potatoes and green beans, well not so much the green
beans. Anyways, about halfway through their meal, Sarah was bawling her eyes
out and crawled herself underneath the table. Although second graders cry a
lot, the fact that Hannah wasn’t with her trying to make her laugh or pull her
out from under the table was the strangest thing to me in this situation. I
immediately went to Sarah; crouched down and told her we can fix the problem if
she comes out from under the table. She crawled out, and sat next to me at the
end of the table. I of course began to ask her what was wrong, but she couldn’t
catch her breath, she was crying so hard.
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