I’ve lapsed into post-training laziness over the weekend. Today, the Chicago corps attended another full day of planning for the first week of school and attending seminar, as usual. Now I’m sitting in an airport, waiting for my flight back to Washington state. Because we were encouraged to reflect on everything we learned (and because my free wifi session expired), I’m thinking back on the lessons I learned from the last day of class.
On Friday, my collab gave all our kids cards in which we wrote a little about them. Their potential, their skills, and the particular light they brought to our class. When we handed them out, one girl immediately took hers to the back of the room so she could read it in peace. Another got my collab to read it to her and couldn’t wait to show her sister what we said. After the bell rang, they hung around, and I had to shoo them out the door to get them to their math class on time. We also gave them pizza, so I’m not a hundred percent sure why they were so hard to get rid of, but I like to think it wasn’t just because of the food.