Was that close enough to being "on borrowed time" that it made sense? I've borrowed a mouse from school and am good for now.
We're down to the nine days of school. That means we're BUSY! I've had loads of class trips during the end of this year. It's nice, but does wear us out. Add to that all the end-of-year paperwork and I have little free time. Here's what we've got going on in second grade:
Last week we went to practice the talent show on Monday morning, went to Peterhoff on Tuesday and had the talent show that night, Wednesday was a normal day, Thursday was a student's last day, so we had all sorts of goodbye activities, and Friday we were at the Hermitage.
Tomorrow is Sports Day, Tuesday we're going to have lunch in the Summer Gardens (Russian life insight: I asked our secretary Tatyana if we could eat there. Many, many Russian parks do not allow food. She said she was sure I would do it properly by sitting on benches and not letting the children on the grass, so it should be okay. Oh to be able to WALK ON GRASS again!), Wednesday we're staying put, Thursday we go to the Mariinsky and Friday will be a day of packing up.
Next Monday is International Day, Tuesday is Game Day, and Wednesday is the last day for students. Teachers have to be in on Thursday, but as of Friday I'm FREE for the summer!
If you're interested in tagging along on our excursions, just be sure to bring a permission slip and a packed lunch. The camera cord is at school. I'll give you a pic or two tomorrow.
03 June 2007
on borrowed mice
3 comments:
Wow...that is not your average school calendar. My daughter was complaining that her class only went on two field trips this year -- neither of which was "cool". I guess I won't tell her about your class!
We took Katya to the summer gardens back in December. She fed the ducks, and loved it. I was freezing, so not loving it as much.
Nice to hear what you're up to.
Wow! You are busy!
Interesting thing about food at parks and not being able to walk on grass. When Peanut stayed with me for the summer I noticed lots of little things that I guessed might be cultural. For example, when we'd have group outings with the other host kids they'd greet each other solemnly (serious faces, state each other's name, and shake hands) then they'd run around crazy like any kids. Another example is garbage. He'd drop it wherever he was and he thought I was so crazy for throwing garbage into garbage cans rather than just letting it lie wherever. Saving his tooth when it fell out seemed like a crazy thing to him as well.
One of those strange paradoxes. How come if you aren't allowed to walk on the grass, there are always well worn paths through any grassy area? Well, at least in Kiev there are, maybe St. P. is more strict about those things.
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