I've had in my math group games at school. I'm no expert in early childhood education or psychology, but she lives in a different world. Play with us, but fades quickly, I have to animate it, it ends up rolling the dice and I move their file. When you have to enter numbers or something, she takes his paper with drawings and doodles. Write Hebrew letters that appear very similar, as if repeating the same motif over and over again. The first day he took a tantrum because not play the game she wanted. He was crying all the time, lying on the floor, until he gave a kick to a child. Has very low threshold for frustration, as their teacher with elegance.
Paste. Last year was worse, was the little terror in its class. This year is more moderate, but has its genius. The arrival of other even more marginal elements she has left in the background. I was expecting a violent girl, and I've come across a small way, in a world apart. She is very affectionate with me and hugs me when I see, from the day we saw her in a park and we were fooling around, being silly. Children love to see adults play the fool. After a while wondering where were his parents, are, well away from the park with some friends, some beer. His mother is skeletal, the father always has a red face, with the unmistakable traces of excess, decadence. Who knows what this child has seen.
A. is an ordinary boy, peaceful, very quiet, but nice guy. He is a friend of my son, as above, but is at the opposite end. The mother is lovely, from France, nice, funny at some point. Not surprisingly, H. he is invited to his big birthday party. But they will not come, because their religion prevents it. Adventists or something. They are against the birthday of happiness on Earth, all that will separate its purity in the relationship with God or something. In class, we celebrate the birthday of H. with parents present, and we jellies, potatoes, worms, a 40-minute mini festival with music. A. expect in the class next deal. Her face looked a moment at the door to see how the party went to him is prohibited.
And so goes the world. Receive and transmit not only our genes, but our fears, our prejudices, our vision, our hatreds. Life, I read somewhere, is a sexually transmitted disease. Children are a blank slate with little leeway. We want to lead them the right way, avoid tripping, not realizing that they need and getting it wrong and hurt. Or from the beginning are condemned to fight more than anyone to dance on a wire over the precipice.
