School Days Again, Seven

10 Dec

My Take

DiVoran Lites

 

On my next Wednesday morning with second grade, I needed help finding the room. The vice principal was just leaving the office where I had stopped to get my sticky badge. I stepped over and asked if she might be going my way. She’s a young woman who keeps up with her job as the coordinator for the volunteersand a lot more. You can see her and the principal who is also a young woman all over the campus readily available when and where they are needed. We chatted as we walked outdoors on our way to the second-grade pod. I took in a few more details of where I was and where I was going and my day began.

 

 

My first client was the seven-year-old shiny ebony child I’d had the week before. He has a favorite book and clings to it as if it were the only book in the world. We discuss his others, but we return to the first one. We had a sort of breakthrough on the word frilly…the marigold in the story bragged to the pumpkin that she was frilly. I suggested that frilly rhymed with silly which got us started on the concept of rhyming and my little pal made a poem of his own.  We both enjoyed that.

Next customer was an adorable little blonde with big blue eyes. I discovered while working with her that she is an artist. We were together for about half an hour, I didn’t know why, but before leaving her with me, the teacher had told her, “Now sweetie, don’t play.” As we turned out to have so much fun together we both needed the warning. This child said she loved dancing and children’s chorus and when we got to the poem making stage she didn’t want to stop. We segued into taking a walk around the big empty computer lab which was our room for the time being. When we got settled again she insisted on drawing a portrait of me. I gave her my small pad of sticky notes and she began to concentrate in earnest.

 

 

When she finished, she showed me the pictures assuring me, “This is your headband, don’t worry, it’s just your headband.” Then she finished off the second figure which was my pet (I don’t know what kind of pet). When she reached for the pad again I had to hide it under my hand because we needed to get back to class. By that time, I knew why the teacher had reminded us not to play. I have the same propensity to flit around and have a good time as my student does. I may get fired too,because the principal walked quickly through the room when we were giggling. As she passed she did thank me for coming. I do hope she never has to thank me for going.

 

 

Author, Poet and Artist

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

 

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