I spy ...
a boy beneath the mud
a fish out of water
a bird's happy home ...
Just another Sunday afternoon in the backyard of our Hampstead Haven. Oh the things you will find in your own backyard (or on your neighbor's porch). So the fish thing stopped me dead in my tracks...there it was laying in my grass in my backyard. Now just where in the world did that come from? First thought: 'I bet our neighbor has something to do with it.' Second thought: 'Did a bird drop it? It kinda looks like a sardine but it looks more like larger fish bate than something consumable by a human.' And sure enough after I called Cody to come look at it and then he called over the fence to have Josh come look at it, the truth came out...."I threw that over the fence cause it freaked me out," Josh admited. "But where did you get it?" I asked. "From Jason's tackle box." ... First and second thoughts were properly corroborated. A Libra's dream - proper balance.
And as I sat in my backyard grading my summer school student's second vocabulary tests, I found myself guessing the author of the paper based on observed ability rather than handwriting. I was again correct on every guess. Then I was distracted by the sound of Cody and Josh playing next door. I often look at children and wonder what type of teenage learner they will be....our neighbor Josh is the one who will learn by doing. He will excell in all sports and will only do well in school if someone can figure out how to let him make all learning physical. The kid is simply wired to move and tackle and jump and run and oh ... find dirt. How would I teach him SAT vocabulary? I'm not sure moving flashcards would be enough.
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