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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

This is what the 15 minutes of Parent-Teacher Conference is all about

Today, for the very first time in life, I was the subject of discussion in a Parent-Teacher Conference, or kvartsamtal, as it's called in Swedish. Teacher Theresa and Teacher Nems had made a two-column list: one stated things I'm good at already, and the other things that will be focused at in my curriculum for the next couple of months. The focus list was substantially longer than the skills list. (And a bit on the ambitious side: talk in sentences of three to four words, for example. I'm not even big at talking in one-word sentences at this point. But sure, go ahead! I'm eager to learn.)
When mom left, she was given a cd with pics from my first month at school. So here I am, in action at school. Here by the fence in the toddlers' class room.
I have two favorit activities as school: snack time and circle time, when we sing children's songs and tell nursery rhymes. The good thing is that both activities take place every day!

Wow! Some kids are lucky and get bottles during the day! I haven't been that successful in my negotiations. But so long as I can join in the cuddle, I'm fine. The teachers say I'm big at gently touching the faces of the other kids, and that the other kids seem ok with me doing so.This is circle time, on a day with many kids. Most days, however, only Robyn, Nayoki and I are there. Especially now that Hirioki and a few other kids have passed the age of two and a half and moved up to NurseryI.Every morning, we have individual activity time for 20 minutes. The focus of my individual activity time in the next couple of weeks will be further development of fine motor skills. They say. We'll see if I chose to cooperate.And then we have the arts activities, for example painting dark night skies or bright suns. (But however much I love creating art at school, I really prefer consuming it at home. There is just no stopping me from munching on the crayons when no one's watching.)Then there are the occational activities, that are a lot of fun as well. Here Robyn and I are having a picnic in Salcedo Park during a school outing.
Sometimes our outings take place indoors, in the class room. Like when we had our pajama party!There are upsides and downsides to living in Manila. One of the good things is that the sand in our sandbox at school (and at home, for that matter) is of a spectacular white quality, imported straight from Boracay's White Beach, I'm sure. One of the downsides is that the sandbox is located indoors. (Actually, dad would claim that the high quality of the sand should be added to the downside list as well, as it's super difficult to rinse off my scalp.)

Rosie went to school with me for a while, before she left the country. The teachers say they miss her a lot, but I'm quite sure nobody misses her like me! I'd like to say "Rosie, come back!", but as I know that's not going to happen, I'll instead say "Rosie, it'll be so good to see you in June!"

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