The Hair Saloon

So, a couple of years ago I had a student from Kenya who would excitedly tell us she’d gone to the saloon and gotten her hair done.  I always thought this was hilarious and chalked it up to little kids mishearing things and the challenges of learning two languages.

But it turns out that the saloon is just what people in East Africa call the salon.  This little girl did not think she was going to the Wild West, she was just using the vocabulary that she grew up hearing. 

I was excited when our kids were going to the saloon to get their hair done also!  I didn’t get to go with, but Jessica did, and she shared with me some of the pictures of our kids getting their hair cut.

Most kids – boy or girl – keep their hair real short.  I love them and think they are beautiful.

But I will say that when we were with the toddlers at Sanyu it provided a real challenge in knowing which pronoun – he or she – to use… especially since there the kids wear any clothes that fit them – boy or girl; dress or pants; pink or blue.

Here are our cuties at the saloon.  And don’t worry, Carol is choosing to keep her long hair.  For your enjoyment, and mine, I am also including a picture of her hair when it is fro-ed out before it is restyled.   Then again, sometimes you don’t need to go all the way to the saloon for a good hair style. 

Lower Your Expectations

You will be sad to hear that my most quotable student is in Africa for the next three weeks.  I know.  I’m not sure what I’ll do without my daily dose of ridiculousness from her either.  It is going to be tough, but we can get through this quote-drought together.

Here is a conversation from yesterday with a different student:

Student: Miss K, do you remember when you said you were like a Grandma?  That was so silly.

Teacher: Yes, that was silly (and I only vaguely remember this.  I have no context for how it came up.)

Student: Yeah, that was so silly.  Grandmas are big and strong and carry heavy things.

Teacher thinks: WHAT?!  THAT is how I am different from a Grandma????  ouch.

I will try to encourage the rest of the class to step up their game in the absence of Student A, but I make no promises.

My Little African Queen

I have a student in my class who I think that I could write a whole blog just on the things she says.  This girl is wise beyond her years, she is hilarious, she says the most amazing things – most of my facebook status updates are thanks to her, and she is full of attitude and sass.  Love her.  Most of the time.  The other 15% of the time she drives me crazy, but in the best way possible.

Here are some of the things she has said of late:

On the topic of exercise:

Student: Can we stop?

Teacher: Nope.

Student: But my legs are crying!!!!

Seeing the smart board in action:

S: NOW I am impressed!

Sitting down to do some fingerpainting:

S: I’m ready to make some magic.

Playing with blocks:

Make a microphone and comes up to me singing – “Who you gonna call?  GHOSTBUSTERS!”

When I repeated something for kids who didn’t hear it:

S: We know!  We weren’t born yesterday!

On the topic of this necklace:

My Silver Medal. Or just some jewelry.

A different student grabs it and says: “What is this?”

T: It is my silver medal from when I won the Olympics!

S turns around in line after hearing this, she puts her hand on her hip and says, “Are you SURE??”

While I was sitting in the book area with her

S: Will you pretend to cry?

(naturally I did this, but put in minimal effort)

S: *giggling to her friend*  I made Miss K cry!

(this was right after she finished petting my arm and singing a song about how I should go to sleep – trust me, I was tempted)

During Light Exploration

She does not spend her time exploring what happens when you shine a flashlight through a color paddle or a prism.  Rather, she dresses up with multiple pairs of kid sunglasses on a face and head, holds a flashlight up to her chin and wanders the classroom repeating in a “spooky” voice: “I am from outerspace” and when I make eye contact with her, she drops all space-creature facade, puts her hands on her hips and says, “I’m serious!”

When supposed to be reading books:

Comes to my desk, pets my arm, and says, “My dad says I’m magic.  I can make it be night.”

Ok then.  I’m sure he does…

On manipulation:

Student: I want to smell that yellow marker.

Teacher: ignores.

Student: Please!?!  (hand on hip).  I gave you candy!  Let me smell it!

Hello from Kenya

I was asked if I would continue blogging after I move with my student’s family back to Kenya to escape the snow and cold.  As you can see from this picture, Kenya is a lovely sunny place, where I, the “tca” (teacher) hang out with my student as she rides on a zebra led by her little sister, and her parents and newborn baby brother watch.  I do think it is really sweet that she labeled this drawing as, “Kenya Family” (Kenya fml).

Can’t Buy Me Love

We read a book called Benny’s Pennies.  In it, Benny goes out and buys things with his pennies (it is a riveting tale, for sure).  One thing he buys is a beautiful rose.  I ask the kids what they would buy that is beautiful with their penny.  Their responses included:

  • a rockstar
  • a new wedding dress (which leads to the question, “did you have an old wedding dress?”
  • a star
  • glitter

and my personal favorite:

  • Love.

Sidenote: yseterday my student came up to me and said, “I don’t like snow anymore.  I am moving back to Kenya where it is always sunny.”  I told her I would miss her too much.  She said I can move with her and visit her grandma.  So that is the new plan.  We will be moving to Kenya to escape the snow.  Seems reasonable.