Letters from Munchkins
Cross-posted from CampChina06 -- visit that blog for stories from my team and others. And I promise, there is still much more to come here. I am still not so much "sorting" my internal text, as "processing". Hang in there.
In the meanwhile, I finally developed my film, and a lot of it has been flickr'd -- go here to view entirely too many photos from this summer.
Sometime around our last week in Wujin (I think it was the last Sunday night, probably during our manditory evening group psychosis... also known as Team Meeting) -- we were brainstorming ideas for in-class activities. One of our team members came up with something incredibly simple, yet incredibly brilliant: as the teacher, make a list of family members, friends, supporters -- whoever you like. In class, give one name to each student: no student got the same name as a classmate. Each student was then given a brief rundown on who this person was, and why he/she/it was so darn important to Teacher. Finally... the student was asked to write a letter to this person. It could be short, long, whatever -- but it had to be personal.
Holy Crap.
Yes. Later that afternoon, reading letters in the apartment, I had more than a little bit of a lump in my throat.
No. I wasn't the only one with such problems.
Snippets from letters to come.
(I'm posting from a lab on campus; I'll post letter snapshots when I'm in closer proximity!)
In the meanwhile, I finally developed my film, and a lot of it has been flickr'd -- go here to view entirely too many photos from this summer.
Sometime around our last week in Wujin (I think it was the last Sunday night, probably during our manditory evening group psychosis... also known as Team Meeting) -- we were brainstorming ideas for in-class activities. One of our team members came up with something incredibly simple, yet incredibly brilliant: as the teacher, make a list of family members, friends, supporters -- whoever you like. In class, give one name to each student: no student got the same name as a classmate. Each student was then given a brief rundown on who this person was, and why he/she/it was so darn important to Teacher. Finally... the student was asked to write a letter to this person. It could be short, long, whatever -- but it had to be personal.
Holy Crap.
Yes. Later that afternoon, reading letters in the apartment, I had more than a little bit of a lump in my throat.
No. I wasn't the only one with such problems.
Snippets from letters to come.
(I'm posting from a lab on campus; I'll post letter snapshots when I'm in closer proximity!)
posted by Sara at 10:51 AM
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