Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Fall of Single Feather...
Flame
Today, I went to the child care centre as part of my module requirements.
I was at the 4 year old classroom, hanging out with the kids until they were starting with their meal time.
I was tasked to record down the way they eat for... future purposes and personal knowledge.
Just as they grabbed the first piece of honeydew, and the tip of my pen touching the foolscap paper, an alarm rang.
Not the sharp, high pitch, or the soft melodious tune from your phone that wakes you up.
It is the loud, angry and bloody irritating alarm that tells you it is a fire drill.
Yes. The same alarm that stopped us from having our meal in recess one year ago.
After the teacher announced there was a fire, the kids stood up from their chairs, shouted, "FIRE!" and ran orderly out of the classroom, grinning happily.
The teacher looked at me and was like, "They are so happy that there's a fire drill compared to having a class!"
What can I say?
They move faster than Marists. I can tell you that.
Later...
Taken by one of the magicians::
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