My oldest squirt and her buddy attended Week 2 of Reading Camp offered through Saint Louis University. We barely were able to finish the homework in time for class due to the fact my squirt was attending camp during the evenings and sleeping late throughout the mornings, and, to be honest, she felt it was “boring,” a new term she had learned and embraced wholeheartedly from some of the older girls at camp. Anywho- workbook pages were completed, CDs were listened to, and a dramatization of a picture book completed. Mistakenly, I had her watch with me a video intended for parents, to be fair, which was “boring.” I loaded her into the van with her final words, “I am never going to Reading Camp again,” escaping the sliding door. While buckling my seat belt, I assured her that one week was already down with only four more to go. Really only three more to attend if she considered “today” as a completed Reading Camp day. Besides, Miss Rebecca (the young, energetic teacher) would miss her . . . .
Arriving at the high school and following last week’s route through the building, we discovered that our class was to meet in another room due to ACT testing being offered concurrently. Thus, with both squirts leading the way by following the arrows, we made our way to the new classroom. We decided potty breaks were needed, so all four of us hustled down towards the bathrooms so as not to miss the beginning of class. Again, my inner immaturity (since being in a high school setting) eventually found its way out when I wet a paper towel and threw it into my friend’s stall (hey- at least I didn’t throw it up on the ceiling). Stifling giggles, I listened closely for her reaction, but heard nothing. When she opened her door and exited her bathroom cubby, a mere, “Did you do that?” She had figured her son had performed the act in question. I suppose being out of high school for twenty plus years along with motherhood does and should mellow or mature most of us (or at least make us better examples for the youth of today . . . as my daughter watched my actions with wide-eyed amazement).
Class started promptly on time, and questions were asked of the 4 and 5 year-old students. Excited hands were raised, and before we knew it, it was story time with Eric Carle’s A House for Hermit Crab.
Each student was given a copy to “read along” with the teacher. After the reading, Miss Rebecca discussed the story with the students and then wrote a short story of her own on the board and drew a house to her liking- red with green stripes. Students then were asked to narrate his/her original story to his/her parent with the parent writing the story verbatim- taking no grammatical liberties.
Rhyming and phonetic work ensued before class ended with a reading of Audrey Wood’s big book, King Bidgood’s in the Bathtub, an entertaining read with beautiful illustrations where each page takes on a color scheme of its own.
Class was dismissed for the week, and we plan to have our student squirts take part in a homework session together to promote the “fun” of reading and working together. Of course, today is Tuesday, class is Saturday, and we have yet to crack the books. Aaaaaaah . . . the humanity!!!!!