Today I went to the schools for like the 5th school-day in a row in an attempt to get all the permission slips/pacts from the kids with their and their parent’s signature so they can participate in my afterschool program. It is a permission slip because it informed the parents where their kid will be once a week, it is a pact because they promise to read a book a week and be on-time to the get-togethers with the same signature. It is literally like pulling teeth getting kids to do their homework, but I think I only need about 15 more and I will have the signatures of every kid and their parents in Madrigal.
Last night on the bus ride home from Chivay I had met with a teacher, who I adore, and we chatted and brainstormed for the full 2 ½ ride. It is her class that I came to today with an armful of hand-written cards from kids from a classroom in the United States. A PC volunteer alum now teaches at a bi-lingual school in Massachusetts and we organized letter exchanges between our students. His kids wrote letters about their lives, families, and hometowns. Each of his students I paired with one of mine and with much excitement and pride they opened their letters and begged to read them out loud to each other. It was fun to see what the 11-year-olds from The States wanted to include about themselves, and it was even more fun to see how kids here reacted to the foreign but personal information. We did a little talk about where Massachusetts is, how the seasons differ, what hockey and softball are, the different systems of measurement, and how to address a letter. The kids are so proud to be able to write a letter back to the very same kid that wrote them. This Thursday they will bring some art supplies to class and we will compose responses for their new United States friend.
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