|Day 3 of 31 at TWT|
It makes me sad to tear down a room. I think of all the successful moments, the discussions, the laughter. I see my kids bent over their tables, excitedly engaged in activities together. I see them shrieking and jumping up during games. I see them using posters to help themselves, trying out the "word of the day", asking questions about the countries on the walls. I see them whispering and giggling over familiar picture books in Spanish when they have a few extra minutes.
|my room at School #2, until 3:30 yesterday afternoon...|
|...reduced to this by 8:30 last night.|
At School #3, I don't have a room. I don't get to put up decorations, move the desks into tables, or infuse language into all the procedures, supplies, and setup of the room. While all the activities will remain, the backdrop of language and culture is gone. Communities will still be created, laughter and engagement and connections will still fill the rooms. But the soul of the rooms will be diminished. In each, there will be someone else's soul; someone else's arrangement and content and philosophies overlaying the atmosphere. It will work. The kids will learn and grow and have fun. But it's not the same.