I debated at the beginning of camp creating a reflective teaching category on this blog. Now, I’m really wishing I had started it.
Since I didn’t, you can read about today. Today may very well end up being my favorite day of camp. We’ve survived having our site changed without warning on the first day of camp, grumpy parents, almost thunderstorms, a very rude neighboring camp.
And today made it all worth it!
We’re almost at the end of our second week of camp, and this week’s theme is physics. We’ve endured incomplete or impossible directions and uncooperative weather conditions to arrive at a lesson this morning on the physics of sound. I think this may have been the most successful lesson, both for us (I team teach with the other instructor) and the kids.
The concept was simple: build a cardboard rubber band guitar and plunk out a few notes on it. Most of the kids were expected to build it and ditch it. But they didn’t!
Many of them came to play their own compositions for us. A boy that we’ve barely gotten two sentences out of all week sang for us…of his own free will! In fact, he sang twice as part of a mock audition we were holding (which he won) for the person who would go by the name E-N tomorrow.
(Momentary backstory: We give the children name tags every morning, and many of them think it’s funny to “lose” them during the day by attaching them to other things, mostly park property. In an attempt to curb this behavior, we started calling any boy who did this some really girly name. It only seemed to encourage them further. One unfortunate boy earned the name “Erminegarde”, and while he decided he liked the name, he wanted to be called by Ian because his name tag read “en”. We told him he had to earn the name, and he has for the most part.
Today, he told us before playing his composition that he was auditioning to be E-N. Two of the other boys heard him, and decided to audition with him. I let him keep the name today, but we were so pleased and shocked the other boy actually jumped in that we agreed to let him be E-N tomorrow morning.)
The kids played their guitars until lunch, and then asked to take them back out after lunch. Some of them formed a band called the Ewoks (Earlier in the week, I told them that my nickname had been Ewok for a very long time.) They figured out what songs they knew and performed them for us. Some of them even struck out on a solo career.
One of them kept singing all manner of songs as off-key as he possibly could, so we told him he was singing the Seattle Blues. He sang through every break, much to the delighted giggles of the girls in our camp.
It was just a very fun and surprising day.






