After the fight


I like this photo. It shows you how narcissist some of my students can be at times…

I also like it because of the story behind it. They were all sitting there for peer mediation.

Two boys who never really spoke to each other were mad because they just had a fight.

Well, how did this fight begin I asked.

First, we were play fighting. Then, we were really fighting.

Okay, I am not going to tell you boys not to play fight. I realize that I say it a thousand times, but you do it ANYWAY! However, I’m curious,why did you start fighting for real?

Well, everyone started saying that he can beat me up for real!!

Oh…I see! So, you started fighting to prove yourself?


And can you tell me the names of everyone?


And, did you guys ever do this?


Did you ever pick on each other or feel threaten by each other presence?

No. We never spoke until now.

So, how come you are telling everyone that you are being BULLIED? What does it mean to be bullied?

It’s when people pick on you, hit you or fight with you.

Oh, really?

And what is bulling to you?

It’s when people say things about you.

That’s it?


No, it’s more than that. To be bullied, you have to be picked on over a period of time. Not just once. It has to be on purpose and with evil thoughts behind it. There is no play. Now, lets get ‘everyone’ and see if we can end this problem.

So, who was chanting: fight, fight fight! When you saw them play fighting?

Everyone burst out into laughter and right then, I knew the problem was subsiding. It turns out one student was the instigator. One. And once we spoke about each role all of them played in the situation, they all were friendly with each other.


Who wants to taste Sugar Cane?!


Ms. Heidi brought sugar cane for the children to taste what pure sugar tastes like.

Most of the children with family from the islands already were used to it. They made the children who had no idea what it was, want to try it. By the end of the day, the children were begging for more.

Mother and Children


My long day was finally coming to an end, when a parent walked in with her children. They all ran to give me a hug. Even the little boy who never was student of mine, just the baby who tagged along.

We are coming back for the summer!! They exclaimed.

Are we going to go to the garden with you? I remember when we cooked together in the kitchen!

I missed you so much. I wanted to come back before but I couldn’t. I can’t wait for the summer!! (Another hug).

I remember when you gave me the big book! The little boy said, smiling at me.

I faintly remember him insisting on taking a book from the library home.

They showed me their mini toys while I made sure I remembered their names.

I was silent and took it all in. I never did tell them that my summer would be spent else where. Why mess it up for them?

My philosophy is kids will find a way to have a great time regardless.