Last of the individual workshops – I can’t believe time has flown so fast! No translators, an amalgamation of writing + drawing + drama games, and a visit to Gowry’s house.
First weekend workshop – Irfadha joins me on my adventures, the children laugh at my antics, and I discover that some of them just might be tweaking their own ages to be a part of the workshop.
In which we get in touch with our emotions, learn to identify when we feel joy, sadness, fear, anger, and surprise, and figure out what our faces look like when we feel this way.
Today’s workshop was fulls of hiccups, embarrassments, awkward moments, uncomfortable revelations, and (in retrospect) the incredible realisation that somehow, despite it all, things come together in bizarre ways. I’m grateful.
Exercise 1 consisted, quite simply, of asking children to relate an incident they felt happy/angry/sad/afraid/lonely/disappointed/etc. Here is a small sampling of their responses, the good, the bad, and the just…