You know when you find out you are getting a new student in the middle of the year, you know that feeling...?
where are they coming from? why are they transferring? will they adjust? will i be ready?In February I got a new student. She carries with her a protective shell that she willingly places over herself. The shell is in-penetrable...I lay a crayon and paper nearby.
When she is peering from under that shell, I see the glimmer, the shimmer in her eyes. She is powerless against the possibility of creating. I feel like a child holding out bird seed to an unsuspecting chick-a-dee. Crouched down, moving in slowly, gently setting down the bait...waiting...watching. Will she take it? Will she come out and play with us?