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CricketBeautiful
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Registration Date: 04-04-2004
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Well, I did it.
Doubt I'll ever make a career of it, but definitely a fun hobby. Good people in the group who want you to feel welcome and succeed.
Told three stories to son's grade 2 class on World StoryTelling Day. The Sing Song of Old Man Kangaroo, How the Whale Got His Throat, and The Dark Spot in the Forest. They loved them!
It was great. Twenty minutes and barely a peep from them. I was able to focus on any kid not paying attention and grab them back. The class disrupter started making a "train" of himself and a buddy during Kangaroo; "Looks like we've got a little train forming. There are trains in Australia, over a kilometre long -- that's twice around the schoolyard -- and three levels high." Well, that grabbed their attention again. There was a chart of fish on the wall, not certain why, but half-way through the rhyming list of fish the whale ate, I went to the chart and started at the top, then half-way through, "Well, you get the picture." Kids loved it!
Best part was later that morning when I was doing copying and cutting for the teacher. The "disrupter" was on his way to the boy's room and he came and thanked me for telling the stories!
Anyhoo, that afternoon I took the kids to the civic museum, to listen to members of the guild. While there, the one who had run the seminar came over and said they weren't doing the business meeting 1st Wed in April because they'd done so much preparing for that day (and the big concert that night). So, would I be able to tell the story I'd told at the workshp without going to the business meeting first.
Pressure! But fun.
So, this Wednesday I told Kangaroo to a bunch of adults. Adults are actually a harder audience to guage. If they're bored, they sit there, looking mostly asleep. If they're paying attention, they sit there, eyes half-closed, looking mostly asleep. The refrigerator from hell didn't help; every five minutes it would shake the building and start up, run noisily for a bit, then jump a bit and shut off, for less than half a story. Made harder by the absence of the sound system. Then again, the only times I've used a mic I've not adapted well to it, so maybe it was just as well. Not as if my normal voice can't fill a room!
Most of them laughed at all the right places, though, so they must have heard it all right.
So, anyone got a story I can tell next month? They're doing colours this year, and May's colour is white. Maybe Kipling's The First Letter.
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Between stimulus and response there is a space.
In that space is our power to choose our response.
In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
- Viktor E. Frankl
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14-04-2006 14:37
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