At recess today Miss Slinger remarked upon how well Raspberry is doing.
“Remember when she used to come in the room and make those horrible faces at us?” she asked, smiling. I do remember, indeed.
“My theory is that she had no idea how to act at school, she was very immature, and she was scared, so that behavior was how she covered for it,” I replied.
Raspberry blends in pretty well these days. She talks to friends — actual conversations — and she participates in class, and she no longer grimaces at me if I so much as speak to her, nor does she have a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way. I’m so relieved her mother put Raspberry in my class; imagine if she hadn’t had any preK experience, and then went off to kindergarten with those behaviors!
Here’s a sweet exchange I had with Raspberry at fingerpainting today:
Mrs. X: Which hand do you paint with?
Raspberry: This one. ‘Cause it’s the cute one.
(She smiled proudly at her right hand, then started painting.)