Kids in charge, talking lots, talking loudly, talking enthusiastically. Kids at the front of the room conducting, uh, the class, in their own way. Not in my way.They made up a game for the class to play in groups. They cheer, they laugh, they aren’t bothered by the noise; controlled chaos. They have answers, they know answers. The answers are their own answers, not mine.
Kids opening cupboards, getting their supplies out, making their project, talking about it all the while, taking some photos. Kids summarizing on the white boards, looking up some information on their phones. Walking around to see what another group is doing.
And me….off to the side, watching, in amazement and in awe. Perhaps a little lost, they can do it all without me. I am happy-sad.
This is their class. Not mine.