The language teacher
21/10/05 14:42 Filed in: Kids
In the afternoons the
pigeons huddle in congregations waiting around parks
for crumbs. Around 4.15, adults congregate around the
doors of the schools and at 4.19 a formidable women
stands behind it watching the second hand tick around
the minute. At precisely 4.20 the door is heaved open
and we pour in to collect our kids.
As Maria left her classroom gaggle, beaming as usual, someone grabbed her hand and chanted 'one, two, three' and as a frown flickered over her teacher the call spread, until several were counting together. Maria smiled sweetly back.
"I've been teaching them to count in English," she told me. "It's easy. Sooooo easy," and sailed away full speed on her scooter.
In Wellington she also had a friend called Dylan. 'See ya Dullun,' she would say. Here she departs with 'saloo, Deelar.'
When she annoys Carlo he tells her to 'arret'.
As Maria left her classroom gaggle, beaming as usual, someone grabbed her hand and chanted 'one, two, three' and as a frown flickered over her teacher the call spread, until several were counting together. Maria smiled sweetly back.
"I've been teaching them to count in English," she told me. "It's easy. Sooooo easy," and sailed away full speed on her scooter.
In Wellington she also had a friend called Dylan. 'See ya Dullun,' she would say. Here she departs with 'saloo, Deelar.'
When she annoys Carlo he tells her to 'arret'.
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