"Is that your blood?"
"oh yes, some of it"
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
First day of volunteering in Orlando
Got my volunteering gig on today. I felt like Bill Cosby on an episode of "kids say the darnedest thing".
I'm volunteering at a day school for infants to five years. I'm with the older kids since they seem to ideally have the largest vocabulary and therefore understanding them might be easiest. Until I met this kid on the play ground. He goes: "what's your name?" So I answer him and ask him what his name is. He responds that he doesn't remember. And I tell him that's a problem. Then he runs off. I see him approach another kid and he asks that kid to tell him what his name is. Not the other kid's name, but his name. He goes through five kids before he finds one who can tell him what his name is. Then he drags that kid over to me to announce his name.
I thought that was the most amusing thing I've seen in a long time. I'm guessing little Silas has a speech impediment and he has trouble saying his name so he found someone else to say it for him. But who knows? He could just be a weird bird.
And what five year old isn't a weird bird? There was another kid who started crying when I wouldn't throw the ball directly at his head. I'm serious, he started wailing when I declared that I wasn't going to hit him in the head with the ball. I would be happy to continue throwing the ball back and forth, but I wasn't going to peg him in the noggin. But now that I think about it, nearly every kid on the playground started crying at one point or another. One kid was going for the record and tried to scream and cry the entire time we were out there. Slow learner didn't realize that everyone was ignoring him and the crying wasn't getting him any attention what-so-ever.
Despite the tears and ball-missiles aimed at my head, I had a great time with the kids. They're a rowdy crew, but five year olds still want to cuddle up beside you during story time and they want to impress you with their coloring skills. Overall, I find them charming and I'm delighted when nap time comes and everyone gets their cot and takes time to rest. And then I leave. To have lunch with my hubby. And I rejoin the world of adults.
I'm volunteering at a day school for infants to five years. I'm with the older kids since they seem to ideally have the largest vocabulary and therefore understanding them might be easiest. Until I met this kid on the play ground. He goes: "what's your name?" So I answer him and ask him what his name is. He responds that he doesn't remember. And I tell him that's a problem. Then he runs off. I see him approach another kid and he asks that kid to tell him what his name is. Not the other kid's name, but his name. He goes through five kids before he finds one who can tell him what his name is. Then he drags that kid over to me to announce his name.
I thought that was the most amusing thing I've seen in a long time. I'm guessing little Silas has a speech impediment and he has trouble saying his name so he found someone else to say it for him. But who knows? He could just be a weird bird.
And what five year old isn't a weird bird? There was another kid who started crying when I wouldn't throw the ball directly at his head. I'm serious, he started wailing when I declared that I wasn't going to hit him in the head with the ball. I would be happy to continue throwing the ball back and forth, but I wasn't going to peg him in the noggin. But now that I think about it, nearly every kid on the playground started crying at one point or another. One kid was going for the record and tried to scream and cry the entire time we were out there. Slow learner didn't realize that everyone was ignoring him and the crying wasn't getting him any attention what-so-ever.
Despite the tears and ball-missiles aimed at my head, I had a great time with the kids. They're a rowdy crew, but five year olds still want to cuddle up beside you during story time and they want to impress you with their coloring skills. Overall, I find them charming and I'm delighted when nap time comes and everyone gets their cot and takes time to rest. And then I leave. To have lunch with my hubby. And I rejoin the world of adults.
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