little girls, country lyrics, and (apparently) bubbliness
Today is Teachers' Day in Ukraine (well, actually it's October 1st, but we celebrated today). This meant that classes were 30 minutes long (and wasn't that a hoot!) so that at noon, we had a concert by the kids and then they went home and we all had cake. Some of my kids gave me cards, the 4th form gave me a rose, and Dasha from 6A gave me a chocolate bar. :)
I've made friends with the 2nd form girls lately (see post "Make Way for Ducklings"), and so they run up to me and hug me when they see me on the playground. On Wednesday, the 3rd form girls came up to us in the middle of the hugs and wanted their hugs. It soon broke into a yelling match:
2nd form girls: Our Miss Sally!
3rd form girls: Our Miss Sally!
2nd form girls: Ours!
3rd form girls: Ours!
2nd form girls: Ours!
3rd form girls: She was ours first!
And, of course, I had 8 or so little girls clinging to me as I strove to detach myself. Fortunately, one of the teachers walked by, saw what was happening, and told the girls to let go. :)
Speaking of little girls (Miss Hannigan from Annie: "Little girls, little girls, everywhere I go I can see them..."), I have now had four neighbor girls come visit me at various points for cookies, Uno, coloring pages, and homework help. I think they'd be over every day if I let them. I told them yesterday that I was busy, and besides, I didn't have cookies, and Katya told me that cookies weren't necessary.
I'm doing American country studies with my 10th form on Fridays, and I've been planning a lesson on American music (which, due to today being Teachers' Day, will be next week). I wanted to introduce the kids to some country, especially as a lot of it has storylines they can follow, but I just had to chuckle and sigh at the amount of idioms I kept running across as I listened to lyrics.
Her daddy said, "He ain't worth a lick / When it comes to brains he got the short end of the stick."
Now tell me, how do I explain that to kids who have trouble with basic English sentences? :)
I got a package from Brockway today, complete with window screen, cheesecloth, and flyswatters. What I truly loved, though, was a batch of cards from my church family there. I started reading through them and was crying by the third card. It was encouraging to hear from all these people who saw me grow up and who wanted to let me know they were praying for me.
Of course, I also laughed at moments, and even had a momemt of bewilderment...two different cards described me as "bubbly". I don't think I'm bubbly...maybe I was when I was younger, but I think I've gotten more serious over time.
Do you all out there in cyberspace think I'm bubbly?