Schoolyard Feminism8:02 PM
Every Friday morning I take the five-minute drive to Sawyer Street and make my way up the stairs of the local elementary school. I'm a volunteer teacher's aide in name and in reality a part-time sister, a human jungle-gym and a flesh-and-blood hug-dispenser for nineteen kindergartners. They each have their adorable little personalities and their petty cat fights and their depths-of-despair look when our teacher reprimands them for something ridiculous. And like all classes, they have their universal quirks and commonalities. For instance, all the girls seem to be cheerleaders, though I've never actually heard of a kindergarten cheerleading squad. What I have heard is their chant - so much so that I could quote it in my sleep:
Cute, is it not? The teachers all seem to think so - though admittedly, it became a little too cute after round 51 on the bus ride back from the park.