Today apparently the class didn't earn a single football in P.E
It was partly Miss Q's fault. During the pacer test, she had forgotten that she wasn't supposed to cheer for the kids. Miss Q probably cheered the loudest.
We played a game called Kings and Queens. You set up three 'castles' on each side made of hula hoops. The turtles were told to choose carefully the placement of the castles. Wow, giving kids a choice. How Love And Logic-y.
"Come on, Miss Bieber, we have to move it over there."
"No we don't Miss Know-it-all."
"Fate, hurry up so we can start!"
Whoever thought of giving kids choices needs to be ... gently persuaded otherwise. Still, Miss Q didn't miss the challenge and opportunity presented to the kids with that.
If Miss Q had her way, she would give a football to Zefron. In the heat of the game, he pegged Miss Q in the head with a ball. Funny. But no, at the end, he came up and apologized with a huge sheepish grin. He's such a kind boy.
Beancurd is tiny, but rather athletic. At lunch, Miss Q made Nala a fishtail and asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. A baby delivery person? You mean, a neonatal doctor or a midwife?
"Haha. Nee-yoh-naterrr." said Nala, trying out the title.
After she pointed it out on another girl, I asked her what "good hair" is. Sheepish, she said she didn't know. The concept of good hair is usually a cultural thing, so I wanted to know what she thought but mostly she was repeating what she had heard before. Interesting.
According to The Brit, Fruitbat and Dexter like each other. They do get along well. Honestly, Miss Q should've seen the idea coming.
Memphis returns on Wednesday.
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