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28/6/07 08:56Total miles: 51
I am technically within the Mutsu-shi city limits, but the city itself is still rather far away.
I am technically within the Mutsu-shi city limits, but the city itself is still rather far away.
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28/6/07
Storytime Ated My Brain
28/6/07 14:19I have three storytimes scheduled per week. This week I did four; I had a daycare come in at 10:00, saying they couldn't wait for 11:00 because of the heat. I was doing three storytimes a week when I was in Garner, and that wasn't bad, but we had a good library of flannel-boards*, and other staff were responsible for pulling theme-appropriate books off the shelves, and mostly I just copied the programs of the other people who were doing toddler times. So I was responsible for reading through the books and flannel-boards to figure out which ones I liked, and then... doing the storytime. Easy.
Here, we do not have a flannel-board library, so I have to make the flannel boards myself (~1 hr each); pull out thematic books; and generally put a lot more work into planning the storytimes. And while I'm in the middle of one week of storytimes, I have to also be planning next week and gathering books for the following week. Which is, eep. It is hard to secure enough off-desk time to do it when we're still unpacking boxes of books, and sorting out the cash that someone did wrong on Tuesday, and etc.
Well. And then there was my T-shirt deconstruction program, which wasn't well-publicized enough, but I did get a brother and a sister and one very weird conversation.
Me: Well, maybe other people didn't know about it, or maybe they didn't feel like coming...
B: [Name of person not present] doesn't like white girls.
S: Don't say that! That's mean!
Me: ... Look! Puff paint! (somewhere between amused and bemused, mostly speechless. Because, well, it's not exactly news to me; and if I let it get to me I would've quit long before now; but to say anything more on that would get into areas that go over a twelve-year-old's head. But I do find it interesting how kids will censor each other. I got the same "Don't say that!" when I was at an elementary school in Japan and someone asked me something about September 11th.)
*Flannel-board: either a board made of felt or flannel for sticking things on, or a story for telling on such a board. Consists of a script plus a set of pictures to copy, trace onto interfacing, color in, and cut out.
Here, we do not have a flannel-board library, so I have to make the flannel boards myself (~1 hr each); pull out thematic books; and generally put a lot more work into planning the storytimes. And while I'm in the middle of one week of storytimes, I have to also be planning next week and gathering books for the following week. Which is, eep. It is hard to secure enough off-desk time to do it when we're still unpacking boxes of books, and sorting out the cash that someone did wrong on Tuesday, and etc.
Well. And then there was my T-shirt deconstruction program, which wasn't well-publicized enough, but I did get a brother and a sister and one very weird conversation.
Me: Well, maybe other people didn't know about it, or maybe they didn't feel like coming...
B: [Name of person not present] doesn't like white girls.
S: Don't say that! That's mean!
Me: ... Look! Puff paint! (somewhere between amused and bemused, mostly speechless. Because, well, it's not exactly news to me; and if I let it get to me I would've quit long before now; but to say anything more on that would get into areas that go over a twelve-year-old's head. But I do find it interesting how kids will censor each other. I got the same "Don't say that!" when I was at an elementary school in Japan and someone asked me something about September 11th.)
*Flannel-board: either a board made of felt or flannel for sticking things on, or a story for telling on such a board. Consists of a script plus a set of pictures to copy, trace onto interfacing, color in, and cut out.