we got snow days. the kids here get bloqueo days. jj and maya, three-year olds [of our program's academic directors, ismael and heidi, respectively], were talking today during class about how they couldn’t go to preschool because of the bloqueos. jj then gave a very graphic description of how he was going to kill the soldiers with fire, waving his arms around and making a big whooshing noise with each passing swoop. maya’s eyes would light up as she too raised her arms saying ‘bang!’ with all of us who were watching laughing, albeit a bit tentatively. heidi, then interjected to tell them how we want dialogue first. ‘¿qué es el diálogo?’ asked maya, as if it were a new toy she hadn’t heard about. i don’t remember exactly what toys i played with when i was three besides play-doh and finger painting, but i know dialogue wasn’t one of them for many years to come.
The Ground Beneath Your Feet
Hace 16 años.
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