Earlier this month, AISA had an Open House. We brought Anastasia along so that colleagues and students could see her. Now cleaning men, the Arab French teachers, and former students always ask about her. Quite a few of the latter took pictures with their cell phones to show to friends that weren't there. One student in particular asks how her baby is doing everytime I see her now.
This week we (the 8th grade staff) pulled a wonderful trick on our students. We planned a forensics unit that involved killing the director of our school. To introduce the project, I took two classes together (the other was the director's wife's) and told them there had been an incident and that Mrs. Pittman-Jones wouldn't be coming to class. I "checked" with a school official in the hall to see how much I could relay to them (aka- recover before I started laughing at their concerned faces) and then returned to inform them that the director had been murdered. They were shocked and brought up the bomb threat of a couple of weeks ago- I believe one quote was "What is going on with our school?!". Some were near tears, many had questions, one was concerned about his mom who also worked at our school. Then Mrs. Pittman-Jones came in looking very upset. She said she didn't want to be alone now and she just wanted to get to the bottom of who did it. But she said we couldn't really do anything now, so let's just try to accomplish some work today, which is when we both started handing out the fat packet of information titled "Death of the Director". You should have seen their bewildered faces!! A few finally caught on, and started crying out about how we got them :) I heard a few of the girls did openly cry. We begin research on some mysterious white powder tomorrow...
Not much going on here. Work. Play with Anastasia. Sleep and do it all over again. Although the little brat did pull a trick on us last Wednesday. She woke up every hour after midnight!! The night before and the one after were normal (one feeding around 2am). I did warn my students that Ms. Meunier may not tolerate as much as normal.
It's just over 6 weeks until we head for home for Christmas. But who's counting :)
