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franceslievensComing home from a quick trip to town I pass a small group of children in the underground station. They all clutch of piece of fibreboard under their arms. I don't pay much attention to them when I pass.
"Hi, Miss Frances!" a tiny voice squeaks behind me. I turn and notice one of my soon-to-be forth-graders walking among the little group. She's doing a Summer camp where they paint and make other kinds of art-ifacts.
Was she glad to see me? I don't know. She must have been surprised. I'm one of the few teachers of her school who lives in Brussels. Most of my colleagues live outside the urban area and have a long commute to school every day.
I was glad she called out my name though. I would never have dared that with one of my teachers. For me it means she feels comfortable in my class. I hope she'll keep on feeling comfortable for the next three years we'll be spending together.
"Hi, Miss Frances!" a tiny voice squeaks behind me. I turn and notice one of my soon-to-be forth-graders walking among the little group. She's doing a Summer camp where they paint and make other kinds of art-ifacts.
Was she glad to see me? I don't know. She must have been surprised. I'm one of the few teachers of her school who lives in Brussels. Most of my colleagues live outside the urban area and have a long commute to school every day.
I was glad she called out my name though. I would never have dared that with one of my teachers. For me it means she feels comfortable in my class. I hope she'll keep on feeling comfortable for the next three years we'll be spending together.
