A Day of Rest
Even though Friday is my longest day, even though it takes me an hour to get there and an hour to get back, even though there is a crazy amount of kids which results in a crazy amount of noise, to me Friday is a day of rest. Friday is the day I work up in Cazuca instead of at the school. Friday is the day that I don’t have to worry about disciplining kids to get them ready for a “normal” school, Friday is the day where I don’t have to constantly tell children to sit still, not to fight, to get into a line, where I don’t have to talk to them about respecting others including teachers or not to lie, Friday is a day where I don’t have to hold my breath and have to remind myself to have patience. Don’t get me wrong I love what I do the other days and the “discipline” with the children is necessary. But Friday is the day where I get to color with kids, Friday is the day that I get to play legos with kids. I have played countless games of snakes and ladders, countless gam