We did a lesson on heredity again, this time focusing on traits we inherit from our parents.
We talked about hair color, eye color, attached/not attached ear lobes, ability to roll your tongue, hairline... ect ect.
after we played four corners with the traits.
"Everyone who has black or brown hair stand in the front of the room, everyone who has red hair stand by the door, and everyone who has blond hair stand by the teachers desk."
The shuffling of feet and the sound of mumbling voices starts.
I am the only one standing at the teachers desk. My co-teacher Lyndsey is the only one standing at the door. Every single one of the students is standing at the front of the room.
How stupid could i be- lets just point out the fact that i don't fit in with you all. I felt so awkward. How did i not think about this when i was writing this lesson plan?
We awkwardly finished the game. And i said my goodbyes, feeling very disappointed about not doing a good job teaching.
as i walked towards the door,
the trampling sound of feet rushed towards me, then the feeling of little arms wrapping around my legs. And little voices, all calling to me,
"Thank you miss Carissa!"
"We'll miss you!"
Children have a way of reminding you what unconditional love is.