Last week consisted of more tedious PowerPoints that have probably permanently shortened my attention span, so I’m going to spare you from that boredom and instead get into the Summer Leadership Academy, a week-long program led and taught by CY members. My team worked with K-2 students, and I legitimately forgot how small children actually are. The highlights (both positive and negative), but mostly comments by/about the students:
- A 4-year-old, about fruit punch CapriSun: “It tastes fresh.”
- I almost cried several times because these children were just so small and cute and pure…when they were behaving, at least.
- A kid threw herself into my lap and shouted, “Mommy!” I almost noped my way out of the room. I am nobody’s mother. I’d rather be called Madame.
- These kids were simply fascinated by non-black people’s hair. One kid told me, “I like your hair!” and now I can’t dye it again. (Kidding, I have to get rid of the “unprofessional” pink/purple/grayish-brown streak.)
- One 4-year-old, who’d spent a good portion of the morning crying, asked me while I was walking him to recess, “Is Mommy coming back? Fast?”
- As I’m walking him to the bathroom after recess: “You said Mommy was coming back!”
- An attempt to say “arts and crafts” became, “I love arts and crabs.”
- A 2nd grader: “Why are you always laughing?” (Do I look that smiley???)
- One kid told me that Freddy the Bear was going to eat me. Guess I can’t trust anyone named Freddy.
- This kid was happily drawing animal characters from the video game Five Nights at Freddy’s, and then suddenly said, “I’m going to get red. For the blood,” and just casually got up and headed for the markers.
- A kid, after she fell down and started crying: “I want soda!”
- Two children, looking at and arguing about a postcard of the Temple Bar in Ireland: “Is that the Flash? Why is he in the picture? No, that’s not him!”
- A first-grader, about a snow cone: “It tastes like red.”
- I hardcore disappointed a kid because she was running around tickling random corps members, but I have the magical power of being utterly unticklish.
- It’s sad how gender stereotypes are already ingrained in these children. I was wearing one of my brother’s old clip-on ties in an attempt to make my t-shirt look less casual, and a 1st grader asked, “Why are you wearing that? Ties are for boys.” Sigh.
These children get so attached so quickly, I don’t know how I feel about it. Also, a friend and I had this wonderful venting session because of many reasons, including one very lovely moment when we got called “push-y over-y.” Thanks. Ahem. I’m going to stop the salt here and say that this academy/summer camp was such a good hands-on, learning experience for when we actually start work on the 24th.