Pigeon poop and a couple of parties

Last week the students heard that I would be leaving school early to return to South Africa because of my health. 

The Grade 3 girls and their teacher threw a party for me complete with "pigeon poop", Doritos and biscuits to eat, then at lunch time the Grade 10s invited me to join them for pizzas. 

At the end of the day I discovered that the Grade 11s and 12s had organised a very creamy cake to say goodbye.  The fact that it had a beautifully-written "Bonne Anniversaire" iced across the top was irrelevant. In this case, it truly was the thought that counted!

"Pigeon Poop"

Is one allowed favourites? Well, Lilyn, in Grade 3, must be one of mine... After school her older sister came to me with a gift - a little bouncing ball snow-globe with a smiling, waving alien inside. She said Lilyn had wanted to give it to me to say goodbye, but was too shy. Thank you, L!

Crazy Hair

Fitia on the left, Kevyn on the right!

Last night I had some crazy dreams, and two Grade 3 boys appeared in one of them, so I decided to blog about the two - Fitia and Keveeeeeeeeen. (If one calls him Kevyn he doesn't respond, therefore the many "eeeeeeee"s). A while back the whole class was asked to draw themselves with crazy hair - these were their masterpieces. Their teacher Anri-Louise does some really fun things with them in art class, and many of them have displayed real artistic ability as a result. Perhaps I should try the task one day. Now that would be quite something!

The real Fitia and Kevyn