Haystack

and it’s a good song…up until they have a kid start singing. It’s so weird. At the very end, this boy starts singing and he’s COMPLETELY OFF KEY. I get that he’s a kid and I guess it’s supposed to be cute, but it’s really like listening to nails on a chalk board. If you wanna get a kid to sing on your album, at least get one that can sing. There are a lot of talented kid singers. Every time I hear it I just want to understand what was going on in their heads when they decided it was an album-worthy recording.

The child
is made of one hundred.
The child has
A hundred languages
A hundred hands
A hundred thoughts
A hundred ways of thinking
Of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
Ways of listening of marveling of loving
A hundred joys
For singing and understanding
A hundred worlds
To discover
A hundred worlds
To invent
A hundred worlds
To dream
The child has
A hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
But they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
Separate the head from the body.
They tell the child;
To think without hands
To do without head
To listen and not to speak
To understand without joy
To love and to marvel
Only at Easter and Christmas
They tell the child:
To discover the world already there
And of the hundred
They steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child:
That work and play
Reality and fantasy
Science and imagination
Sky and earth
Reason and dream
Are things
That do not belong together
And thus they tell the child
That the hundred is not there
The child says: NO WAY the hundred is there—

Loris Malaguzzi
Founder of the Reggio Approach

even if it is obvious that they’re experiencing infatuation or a small crush. What they are feeling is real and important and to them, it feels like love. It will confuse them, excite them, and sometimes, make them hurt and I hope to be a person they can run to and babble on for days about the butterflies and beating heartbeats.

The first time I said “I love you,” I meant it. Granted, those feelings do not equate with what I know now to be love, but at that time in my life, that was what I knew of that four letter word and I needed to express it. Love evolves. It does not stay the same. I loved him then and I love him now. 

Definitely brightened my whole day. My mentor teacher is amazing and I’m lucky to be working with two pretty awesome student teachers in the preschool. We work really well together and apparently it shows. I love when you get good feedback. GAH. I just can’t wait to do this kind of thing for a career.