Edward Frank Wilbur Elementary School.

I'm sorry everyone that I have not written a real blog yet. Last week I was sick and was unable to go to my school, so this past Friday was my 3rd real time with my kids.


As my car harshly hits all the potholes and bumps around Providence I think to myself that this might me different from what I thought it was going to be. I pulled up to the school and parked in this sketchy fenced in lot across the street from the school. I got out, grabbed the stuff I needed, and made my way to the front door. It being the only door I saw in sight, and since swarms of kids were entering there, I followed the crowd. After signing in, I slowly walked down the hallways to the room where I was to meet the instructor. Inspirational posters covered the walls, kids painted trees on all the windows, I passed a "School store" where green paw prints was used as money. I passed lines of children who gazed at me, some waved, some shouted "hi!". I was brought to my classroom a little while later and I stood an observed. Posters with numbers, letters, alphabets, and colors were spread across the room. A portion of the room was an area for the kids cubbies. Names directed the kids from who's was who's. Backpacks, lunchboxes, coats and papers filled their designated area. Artwork was posted on every wall of this large room. 10 tables were scattered across the room with 5 or 6 small chairs around them. Blocks, books, writing supplies, games, markers were put on shelves. Boxes of tissues were everywhere. A water fountain and a small room with a sink was also attached to the room. Large plants were in a corner of the room where the sun shined through wall high windows all day. A rug was in another area of the classroom with a small easel and a chair sat. On the easel was Friday's schedule and what they were going to write in their notebooks.
All of a sudden children swarmed the classroom. Some stopped and stared, others ran over and started to ask me questions, others just avoided me completely. But the sound of the voices comforted me and I didn't feel quite like an outcast anymore. Some seemed excited, others curious and chatty. But once called to the rug, they seemed to be focused and quiet. A little girl closest to me was staring at me as I wrote things in my notebook. I look up and she said to me "you look really pretty today." I said thank you, and the girl next to her looked at me and said "your eyes. They're blue." She said, like it was so rare.
I have had good days there so far, nothing to stressful and nothing too easy. But I'm ready to explore more things with the three girls I'm helping, and am excited to go back next Friday.

-Becca Dee!