My favourite part of the working day has to be yard duty. (Did she actually just say that?) Yup, that’s right, I love yard duty.
You see, after spending 5 hours in a classroom with the AC and fans on I’m desperate to get outside in the sunshine, even if it means that I have to wear my ridiculously hideous hat (It’s starting to grow on me… honest)
I absolutely love walking around the school grounds and observing the kids and it never ceases to amaze me how much they make me appreciate the beauty in this world.
They remind me of how wonderful it is to be inquisitive and carefree and how effortless it can be. I have witnessed pupils spending their recess and lunch hour overturning rocks to find and observe ‘Grubs’ (worms, snails etc) and it has genuinely filled me with joy to see them picking up the living creatures and treating them with love and respect instead of disgust.
I have also been asked by 12 year olds if they can quickly go back to the classroom to get their pencil case and some paper, so that they can write up a business plan; for their face painting business that they are going to start at the weekend. (It doesn't matter if they never manage to set up the business; it’s the idea that there are no limitations)
I have seen a boy cry about another child keeping a snail in a lunchbox as a pet and how it was animal cruelty. He was 9 years old and he argued his case so well that I made the other child set the snail free. (I looked at him in hope that he never loses his fighting spirit)
I have no idea when children lose their magic and become mini adults who are realistic and cynical. I’m not even sure how the transition takes place. Do we wake up one day and suddenly fear our dreams and decisions? Do we suddenly learn how to give up on ourselves? I really don’t know.
All I know is that I came to Australia to teach but instead I’m the one being taught.