“I find I always have to write something on a steamed mirror.”
Children were huffing and puffing on the frosty window and writing the alphabet with their fingertips. ‘Pricilla’, ‘the class reporter’, often reports mischief and any rule breaking going on in the class…..it has been my experience that every class has one-they can be a blessing and……..not…….one. Depending on whose perspective, I suppose. Normally I would ‘strategically position’ myself by them but I thought this would be an interesting scenario. I knew this particular group could handle themselves…I moved in just close enough to listen in on the conversation. This is how it went:
Pricilla: “You kids better stop writing on the window! You are only a-posed to write on paper! I’m telling!”
“What are you talkin’ bout Pricilla? It’s a window.” One child said.
“Yeah.” Another child chimed in.
Pricilla held her ground, “You’re only a-posed to write on paper, the teacher said!”
“Well we are saving paper by writing on the window-so there!” One child said as he continued to write on the window.
Pricilla put her nose up and walked over to the art area. She began to write on a piece of paper and taped it over the window. It read:
RITE WIT FINGERTIPS