Friday, May. 06, 2005 - 4:26 a.m.
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Children Singing makes my Heart SIng
OK, i should be working and going to bed, or not necessarily in that order, instead of writing another entry, but I didn't want to leave that new dog rant as the latest entry.
So... it is finally SUNNY and NICE! if you can believe it!
I was a good girl and got up earlier today, ie about 12:15, and got some comics done before hitting the local elementary school at 2pm.
I was invited by one of the teachers to see the whole school's musical program today. It was wonderful. A cool thing is that they had an unexpectedly high attendance rate of parents and had to go get many more chairs for the overflow audience. Encouraging.
I am such a suck, I almost burst into tears twice. I don't know why it was so moving, all these kids singing. Each level had their own songs, often with props and percussion instruments, body movements etc. The teachers did a great job of getting age-appropriate material... the little ones were birds with feathery colored masks, and the grade 5&6s did one song that had a wee bit of flirty sexiness between the boys and girls which you could see they loved, and another song about cutting your hand with a knife while cutting bread, and an assassin... apparently it is some well-known Quebecois singer's song, but I don't know such cultural details. I just know that when I was that age my brothers and I would have loved a song like that... a bit risqué, like the Beatles' Maxwell's Silver Hammer.
and I got teary eyed and had to sniff my way through half of it.
If I had gotten pregnant when I wanted, I would have had a kid in grade 4 by now. I tried to imagine myself as a parent with a kid there. Tried to imagine having an adopted kid from China and being part of the whole school life thingie.
It is an excellent school. Very small. Two blocks from my house. Only 6 grades, only about 10 classrooms in total. The neighborhood is very attached to it. The schoolboard tried to close it several years ago and there were banners and demonstrations and petitions and all. It is still open. And the kids seem very happy, involved, animated, and the parents and teachers seem very dedicated and involved.
I am glad i went. It made my heart sing. Yes it did.
Now my fingers are cold and I am going to end on that note.
And tomorrow work on the backyard... rent a sledgehammer and install the wood that will hold the backyard dirt from knocking down the fence my father fixed. When that is done I will be able to plant spring things. Very exciting.
It is supposed to be sunny through Sunday! How cool is that?!!!
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