Over the past week we’ve had almost every single class of Gr.2’s from the area through the museum.
A bit exhausting, but at times highly entertaining. Our last group through today was a split grade – 2/3 – some of whom remembered me from last year (“but you had different glasses. and your hair was shorter. i like your hair now.”). Our first stop on the tour is the temporary gallery, which currently has an underclothes exhibit on display (soon to be puppets).
As you can imagine; hilarious to this age group.
They are fascinated by the elaborate slips and corsets and how much work goes into holding up a pair of stockings.
They didn’t have elastic? Woah.
Sometimes before I show the stockings and garters I’ll ask them how they think stockings/socks were held up before elastic was invented.
Top answers today included:
A pulley system operated with string
They just had fatter legs
Everyone walked on their hands
Gravity was more powerful back then
It’s when I hear these answers I know I made the right choice in not being a teacher. My first response is always laughter (although I turn that into a smile and laugh inside), and I always have more of a joking-talk-back relationship with the kids. I would have been a horrible teacher.
Plus, I like it so much better this way.
When you were young, what did you want to be when you “grew-up”?