This morning as I greeted students in their Carhartt coveralls coming into school with a “Happy Friday!”, I received a “What? It’s Friday?”, a “No! I don’t want it to be Friday!”, and a “I’m going to die without school!”
Band meetings in the morning. The Slightly Undead Goats visited Coffee Bar.
Then it was back to work!
Our first Expression phase is coming to a quick close with only three days of school next week, so there was a big rush to work on unfinished furniture and sectioning out spaces in Kid City.
Audrey wrote, “I played and made a counter.”
Other projects continued, too.
“Today I started building my house/store. I also crocheted,” Zada wrote.
A view from the second story.
A pre-preview of Kid City.
Quinn wrote about his day, “Today my band group went to a market and got some snacks. Two new kids came to visit for the day. Today I also learned how to use the jig saw, and got better and better.”
When the collaborators told everyone that there was a four-day weekend this weekend, the cries of “NOOOO!!!” vastly overruled the only halfhearted hoorays. What other kind of school gets that kind of response?
The rain pouring from the sky this morning rang crescendos through our school-warehouse as it pattered on the skylights and flooded the streets. It was dark and we were worried about the lighting as projects continue. But after morning circle and some staring out the window, the sky cleared and the sun came out.
Heights. Kid City is many, many inches taller than our smallest kids. How lucky is that.
Watching the radial saw closely.
Finger-knitting is the newest craze.
Strolling down Mission Street with some canvas for Kid City.
Major glue spillage!
Chane made a small space for kids interested in building furniture together or one-on-one. Lots of beds and chairs were constructed!
The view from the second floor of Kid City.
The kids add more walls, and this piece of redwood.
Some drew gravestones for Henry (no idea). Earlier there was lots of illustrating happening on the cork floor.
And so goes another beautiful day at Brightworks. We find that these days – where outwardly it doesn’t look like much is happening but inwardly the kids are bubbling with excitement and soaking up their days like a sponge – are thrill because we’re able to experiment with teaching, scaffolding, and building the kids’ relationships to their school, their peers, and their teachers. “I feel like I’m learning more here than I did at my old school,” one of the older kids told me today. I have a feeling that we’re on the right track.