The kids worked in four groups to decide how each would crate one picture to hand in to me for the next stage of the project. The results were fascinating.
All the kids started sketching out their individual ideas. The first group voted and selected one picture. The second group rejected all the drawing and created a new picture from scratch. The third group cut two pictures in half and joined them in the middle. The final group picked specific elements from the kids drawing and combined them in a new picture. We'll finish the next phase some time early next week, before the Spring Break.
I love watching the dynamics at this young age. So much of who they are is starting to reveal itself: those with strong wills, those who are shy or cheeky or playful. I enjoy being involved in their classroom so that I can get a sense for the kids in my daughter's class. It will be interesting to watch them over the next eight years, evolving into little people.
I have such vivid memories from grammar school, even from first grade. Something about the daily routine, the same cast of characters, makes it among the most vivid of my memories.
If I close my eyes, I can quite easily slip into the skin of that 7-year old girl at St. Pascal School who just got her first pair of glasses. I remember the boys I thought were cute, the girls I thought were snotty, the teachers I loved and those I was afraid of.
When I look around my daughter's classroom, I see familiar archetypes in the students and teachers, and I wonder where she'll fit in, what her experience will be. At this point all I can do is watch and hopefully be a "cool mom" that does fun projects at school. I wonder at what stage I'll become something else? I wonder if she'll ever want me to stop being involved? I wonder how it will go with the other two kids.