I have 4th graders. Their language skills are mostly nascent, but they are absolutely voracious--they have about three answers, but their vocabularies are a couple-hundred words strong, and they absolutely LOVE strange facial contortions to accompany English sounds. For the first time--EVER--I have a group of kids who flock up to hold my hands and escort me.
How to say it without sounding dirty... I fell in love with the class, the interest, the enthusiasm...
It's also been instructive to me to see myself in G4 vs G6 or 7: in G4, smiles and cheers, high-fives and public accolade are fantastic. If someone is pouting and confused, the first "YAY! YOU GOT IT!" is a proud smile. After that, the praise boosts the ego, and, provided the concept goes through, the frowny face goes smily.
It's about the best thing to happen in a very, very long time.
But there's always that damned BUT.
It's also the only class I've had to abandon mid-lesson in a frantic dash for either a restroom or sheltered corner of the building.
Under other conditions, my quads would be turning into big, chiseled slabs of muscle from the amount of time spent squatting. As is, I'm planning a fun-filled weekend at the big university research hospital down south.
Physically, things took a down turn. What I can say is that I've stabilized and been able to check the edemas with dietary supplements: a slab of deep-fried bacon to my morning walk to work, a few skewers of grilled chicken liver to the walk home, and something approaching a kilo of smoked pork whatnots (depending on the night, it's ear, snout, hock, belly, ham, tongue, or intestine) to evening snacking. And it's just about enough to keep the edemas in check and stabilize the scale.
So here's a request: if you have spare good thoughts over the weekend, shoot 'em toward the gastro section of the university hospital.
How to say it without sounding dirty... I fell in love with the class, the interest, the enthusiasm...
It's also been instructive to me to see myself in G4 vs G6 or 7: in G4, smiles and cheers, high-fives and public accolade are fantastic. If someone is pouting and confused, the first "YAY! YOU GOT IT!" is a proud smile. After that, the praise boosts the ego, and, provided the concept goes through, the frowny face goes smily.
It's about the best thing to happen in a very, very long time.
But there's always that damned BUT.
It's also the only class I've had to abandon mid-lesson in a frantic dash for either a restroom or sheltered corner of the building.
Under other conditions, my quads would be turning into big, chiseled slabs of muscle from the amount of time spent squatting. As is, I'm planning a fun-filled weekend at the big university research hospital down south.
Physically, things took a down turn. What I can say is that I've stabilized and been able to check the edemas with dietary supplements: a slab of deep-fried bacon to my morning walk to work, a few skewers of grilled chicken liver to the walk home, and something approaching a kilo of smoked pork whatnots (depending on the night, it's ear, snout, hock, belly, ham, tongue, or intestine) to evening snacking. And it's just about enough to keep the edemas in check and stabilize the scale.
So here's a request: if you have spare good thoughts over the weekend, shoot 'em toward the gastro section of the university hospital.
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