now, you wouldn't guess it to look at me, but as well as a fat person, inside me there is a do-gooder desperate to get out. i indulge my 'helping the greater good' fantasies by visiting a local primary school and helping with their literacy programme.
this morning, during register, cute little Arnan put up his hand and, apropro of nothing, announced: 'last night, i went to my cousin's house and had porkballs. they were really hot and i burned my mouth. i had to ask my aunt for a glass of water. and it still burned.'
'thank you, Arnan,' said the teacher without batting an eyelid. 'we save things like that until sharing time, don't we?
'and what time is sharing time?'
sharing time, it turns out, is just after numeracy and is 15 minutes long. during sharing time, the kids sit in a circle and tell each other their news. i imagine it runs along the line of:
'still haven't found the thierry henry football card yet'
'i've got a pink hoodie for my birthday'
'my mum, yeah, she was late for work yesterday'
'i was involved in a porkball incident last night'
but what a great idea.
i think we should start having 'sharing time' at work. 15 minutes where you just tell each other what you've been up to/eating/doing etc. what would you bring to the table?
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Aaah sharing time through the eyes of an innocent. Listen, you have been spending too much time in the company of baa lambs and angels. Sharing time is an opportunity for children to embarass their parents. Full stop. Ask any teacher. 'I got a pink hoodie' yeah right. Try ' my gran drank too much wine on Saturday and broke her nose'. 'My mum cuts the labels out of her jeans so dad wont see how fat she is'. 'My dad is really an alien who works for the secret police'. (And no thats not just my family). What would I bring? Probably 'my husbands and alien who works for the secret police'.
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