My Gentle Class
Trip Start Aug 01, 2006
18Trip End ??? ??, 2007
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The End of the Second Bimester
It's funny really. I don't know why they call it a bimester. In the San Jeronimo Bilingual School system there are actually five "mesters." But we call them bimesters...
We have just ended our second bimester - Friday, December 15. And I would like to tell you about a few of my students. First I will tell you a little about Alex.
Alex is eleven years old, is one of the tallest boys in my class, and was described by BECA's program director as a "gentle giant." Alex is probably also the most mature of the four boys in my class and recieves the highest grades of the boys, and second best overall behind his cousin, Josselyn
Soon after school had begun, Alex wrote a short narrative that I will share with you. We were reviewing words for vocabulary and somehow the word "toupee" came up. I had discussed with them what a toupee was and how it was different from a wig. Later that day, Alex told me that he had a story for me to read, that he had written.
The Gentle Giant
I would also like to describe a bit of what "gentle giant" might mean. Alex is an awkward boy. He is not very graceful on the athletic field. He is a little heavy for his size and looks a little odd when he runs. This does not in any way inhibit his participation. And all the other kids love Alex. I love Alex. He's a lovable kid. We had a group of young adults visit us from the states, back in late October, that helped out in some of our classes, painted some of the wall that surrounds the school and painted much of the exterior of the school buildings themselves. My students and I were very fortunate to have a young lady spend time with us, Liesl, who listened intently to the kids read, helped them with their grammar, and participated very well with the class. When Leap Now (as the group is called), after saying goodbye to all the kids on a Friday at noon, had finally left, many of the kids in most of the grades were crying. My class was no exception, and I knew they missed Ms. Liesl.
When I entered my classroom, after lunch, I found that most of them were crying, Alex included. I did not want to assume too much, and so I walked over to Alex's desk and asked him why he was crying
I don't want to go into a lot of detail, except to mention that this is what type of boy Alex is. There may have been more to his own tears than what he shared, but what was foremost on his mind was that a classmate was grieving her mother. He does seem to be a gentle giant.
A Gentle Class
Alex is not the only caring student in the class. All them look after each other, fight with each other, forgive each other, and remain friends with each other. I sometimes am aware of my own fear of when that innocent, perhaps easier sixth grade way of dealing with life might start to crumble. In the midst of attempting to help these kids deal in a healthy and open manner with their emotions they told me that the older kids (the 7th, 8th, and 9th graders) had told them that it was "stupid" to cry. We talked about what we thought was the best way to handle such emotions and how to best support each other. It was an afternoon I never want to forget.