On Friday, I volunteered in my mom's classroom. The classroom is pretty--decorated like an average classroom. On a little whitboard, my mom wrote "Today we will..."
Then in trotted her first graders. The kids are all different cultures, and looking at them is like going on an imaginary trip around the world. It speaks to the unity of people, at the very least.
K. has learning problems, and by the way he rocks his head and his eyes dart around the classroom, you can tell. I sat in a seat near the sink. The children could immediately guess I was the teacher's daughter--ha, ha, maybe if my mom hadn't posted a large photo of my sister and I near the workstation it wouldn't have been so easy to guess!
The children came to me to look through the ads and pick a toy they wanted. The girls all picked barbies and the boys play stations.
In the third grade, S. was afraid of me and wouldn't come over for help with her story. Sh. I can tell is my mom's favorite child. She's imaginative, and her hair is like in a poof on top of her head. I don't know what nationality she is. I thought that she'll probably be an English major when she grows up. She had a cold and was blowing her nose and kept getting up to walk around the classroom until my mom called her back.

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I also hiked part of the Appalachian Trail--two miles of it! I wondered what it would be like to hike the whole thing. My dad said about 20 to 30 people do it every year. It would be a cool undertaking. Maybe you'd get eaten by a bear. When you hike the trail, you have to stay in little shelters along the way. At the beginning of the trail there are the railroad tracks. I bet those tracks go all the way to Georgia.