It occurs to me now and then that I’m the only white person at my second Learning Club site.
Not often. I mean, during session I’m so busy testing the kids’ vocab, math facts, and phonics that I’m not thinking about that at all. But now and then, when we’re done for the day and I’m waiting for us to recognize students who worked hard or tested well, I look around the room and realize I’m the only white person.
At my first site white people are definitely the minority, but there are more than one of us. There’s the floor teacher and two students. And I don’t care. Not a big deal. It’s just a little weird realizing you’re the only one when you’re used to being in the majority.
Honestly, it’s probably a good experience, although, like I said–I usually don’t think about it. My coworkers are my coworkers and my kids are my kids. And my kids love me, partly because that’s the kind of relationship they have with the staff at this particular site–respectful but also friendly and jokey–and, I suspect, partly because I’m always late (having come from my first site) and therefore have little to do with the discipline of the beginning of session.
I don’t really have anything to say about this fact. It’s just something I think about sometimes.
In other news, I died laughing today because the church sign at my first site said “Y’all keep praying now. 1 Timothy 2:1.” Oh my God.