The night was exceptional in that I slept all the way through, and so did the dog. Slept, dreamt, and woke at six, convinced it must be somewhere between two and three am, my usual time for a bout of sleeplessness. Perhaps the dreaming happened instead? One of the classic dreams in my repertoire where I’m struggling to make it over a concrete wall and – just – can’t – quite – except, this time just-can’t-quite found me standing on the top of the damn thing. What was on the other side? No idea. One thing at a time.
Teachers meeting again today to plan for the great surge forward beginning tomorrow. A friend who takes in the very very young in a local school’s kindergarden (very young as in two and three years old), tells me she’ll have twenty-nine little ones in her care. With the assistance of one TA. Twenty-nine. Two and three year olds. Wait your turn. Teacher will be with you in a moment.
My formal paid employment will start up again in the third week of this month, once the kids, the parents and the teachers have sorted out who does what and when. I should have some fourteen children per week to assist, either singly or in pairs.
What do you learn in school or in remedial sessions? Apart from book knowledge, your teachers’ tics, and other children’s astounding habits? Apart from the need to belong or the need to stand out. What do you learn in school that can’t be learned anywhere else?
What is this? A trick question? Must be, I have no idea what made it shoot up in my head.
A small voice speaks up and says: “We learn resignation to the flatness of the days.”
Not. At least, not all the time. Gad.