What She Wore: Olive green pants; a gauzy white, long-sleeve shirt, brown strappy sandals. This cold weather has GOT to stop–all my winter maternity clothes are too small, and my current ones are leaving me freezing my butt off!
I work largely with kids who live in poverty. I’m not saying that every kid in my building lives in poverty, but the vast majority do. As a result, they sometimes have a pretty stunted world view–not always, but sometimes.
One day, there was a little time remaining at the end of class, and the worst thing you can do with middle schoolers is let them have free time, so I decided to teach the kids how to play M.A.S.H. This is a silly little game that you use to predict their futures, and even high schoolers will play. If you’ve never played before, a student picks three future jobs, cars, husbands, etc. Then you throw is some wild cards, and "predict" the child’s future.
One of my kids was having trouble figuring out some jobs–she quickly came up with "Chuck E. Cheese" and "the skating rink." A friend supplied her with "teacher" as her third choice. Now, maybe I should be upset that "skating rink" came after teacher, but I was more worried that my students don’t have a good idea about what a job is, or what their choices are.
After lamenting about this to a friend of mine, she quickly replied, maybe she just wants to work with children.
I hadn’t thought about it like that.
PS: I almost forgot–the name of the game, M.A.S.H, stands for Mansion, apartment, shack, house–the different places you might end up living. I was explaining it to the kids when I had a blank-out, and couldn’t remember what S stood for. One of the kids helfully suggested "section 8?" When stuff like that happens, I realize I’m learning as much from them as they are from me.