Hey guys. I was gonna update yesterday as planned but some things came up. I went over to a friends and forgot to put sunscreen on while we were in the pool. I need spf 900 just to stay alive so I got burnt up pretty bad, and when I came home the last thing I wanted to do was write.
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After explaining the rules, which Steve expected more of, Carla had him work with some of the kids.
The rules weren't really hard at all to remember. All this class really did was fix/set up breakfast and play with the kids in centers until the class got out. The third period was the hard class, they had to do lunch, play with them outside, go through carpet time, and set up and stay through the beginning of nap time.
The centers consisted of blocks, play house, reading, computer, science, small manipulative, art, and a few that were used less often like water tables and the television center.
The children in the center were all children of teachers. He learned from Carla that their program used to be huge and used to have about 40 kids. However the new daycare center in the city were most of the parents worked was more convenient to them than driving almost 20 minutes outside of the city.
Not many people were thrilled with the idea of their children being around inexperienced untrained students either.
Luckily Steve was a people person and he loved children.
He spent most of his morning playing with Mari-Beth Coulson and Molly Kent in the play house center. They played with the centers baby dolls non stop until Carla convinced them to let the babies sleep and go play in the blocks center.
Steve then went over to the science center where Daniel Xavier was sorting sea shells into different piles. He could tell this kid was smart just by the way he talked about what he was doing.
And then there was Milo Grey who didn't seem to like anyone in the room. Steve had found him in the blocks center playing alone. When Steve sat next to him Milo ran off. He seemed to do this with everyone, even the other children.
The only problem that morning arose when Pandora Ross decided she wanted to read the book Scarlett Maximoff had instead of any of the others in the center. The problem was simply solved by Angie reading it to both of them.
The only children he didn't play with that morning were Alex Pryde and Carisa Fraile, who went out of the room with the special education teacher.
As soon as the day started it seemed to end. The class seemingly passed by in no time and the bell for third period rang.
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English
Clint followed along as Mr. Coulson read from the book. After he had finished reading his designated page a few others had volunteered to read. After that there weren't so many volunteers so Mr. Coulson began reading it on his own.
"At dawn we were in the street, ready to leave. This time, there were no Hungarian police. It had been agreed that the Jewish Council would handle everything by itself. Our convoy headed toward the main synagogue. The town seemed deserted. But behind the shutters our friends of yesterday were probably waiting for the moment when they could loot our homes." Mr. Coulson read.
He paused for a moment and put his bookmark in the book. "What's going on right now?" He asked making sure that the class was paying attention. "Um, their going to that synagogue place." A girl behind me said. "Yes, but their getting ready to send them away. Imagine, you don't know where you're going, you don't know when you're coming back. You're only allowed what items you can carry. Wouldn't that be scary?" Mr. Coulson asked.
He continued reading. "The synagogue resembled a large railroad station: baggage and tears. The altar was shattered, the wall coverings shredded, the walls themselves bare. There were so many of us, we could hardly breathe. The twenty-four hours we spent there were horrendous. The men were downstairs, the women upstairs. It was Saturday-the Sabbath=and it was as though we were there to attend services. Forbidden to go outside, people relieved themselves in a corner. The next morning, we walked toward the station, where a convoy of cattle cars was waiting. The Hungarian police made us climb into cars, eighty persons in each." He read. He paused again.
"Eight people in one car. They were using cattle cars but still eighty people in one." Mr. Coulson commented before starting to read again.
"They handed us some bread, a few pails of water. They checked the bars on the windows to make sure they would not come loose. The cars were sealed. One person was placed in charge of every car: If someone managed to escape, that person would be shot. Two Gestapo officers strolled down the length of the platform. They were all smiled" all things considered, it had gone very smoothly. A prolonged whistle pierced the air. The wheels began to grind. We were on our way." Mr. Coulson read finishing the chapter.
"Alright, well that was the first chapter. I think the bells fixing to ring, so on you're way out pick up this sheet." Mr. Coulson said placing a stack of papers on the corner of his desk.
"It's only four questions, so it's nothing hard. And we read about all of it. It shouldn't be hard at all." He explained.
The bell rang.
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History.
Natasha stared up at the ceiling counting the tiles. For the past hour they had done absolutely nothing. She understood that it was the first day back and they were all trying to adjust to being back here, but they could at least do something instead of just sitting around.
She had finished chapter one about twenty minutes ago. It was just a review chapter from U.S. History last year on the American Revolution. Most of the first chapters in the book were review. For some reason the people who made the curriculum thought they needed to spent half of the class reviewing the material from another class.
It really made no sense to Natasha. Just as she was about to go crazy with boredom Mr. Kent put down his book.
"Well I think that we've all had more than enough time to go over the first chapter." He said leaning back in his chair. He looked around the room about half of the class was sleeping, the other half looked so bored it would only be minutes until they went to sleep.
Oh well first day back and all, he figured he'd let them sleep. "I'd like to start by saying welcome to Civics." Mr. Kent said ignoring the sleepers. "Civics really isn't hard. It's the economy part at the end of the semester that gets so many people." He continued.
Natasha sighed. This was going to be a very long semester if things didn't start picking up.
"And the way the economies been lately it's very important for you to know what you're getting into after you graduate." Mr. Kent explained.
"Anyway, the first chapter is mostly about the American Revolution. Which you should have studied about last year." Mr. Kent said pulling his own book out.
"So for the first assignment, homework to be turned in tomorrow will be five things about the American Revolution." Mr. Kent wrote the homework on a sticky note and put it on the front of his book.
Natasha crossed her arms. That was it? The only productive thing they had done today was get a homework assignment? When the bell rang she stormed out the door.
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The things that are read in the English part come straight from the book Night, which I do not own.