Miss A wrote in her journal that “the best part of being outside is feeling the sun on my back. It feels so warm and good.”
This week is culture week, and the students have a half-day of music every day. They are learning fiddle, guitar and traditional dance. The program these folks run is amazing, and the kids are loving it.
For culture week, one community member invited us to his house to munch on dry meat and see the wolf he’d trapped. Wolves are a significant threat to the moose population, which the community relies on for subsistence, so managing wolf numbers in the area is of real concern to the village. Black wolves like this one are prized for their fur by the people who live along the coast.
Some of the kids and I took the music instructors for a walk after the cakewalk last night.
The prom committee made another hundred dollars from the fundraiser, and I won back the lemon cake that had been making my house smell like heaven all afternoon. Only about a quarter of it made it home, though. You can’t not share your cakewalk winnings.
I had girls in the kitchen right up to the last second baking cakes, and there’s only so much giggling one can handle in a small space before fresh air becomes absolutely mandatory. I needed that walk, and the beautiful, silly kids just made it more refreshing.
M built the tiniest snowman! This is the only week of the year so far where the snow has been wet enough to make snowballs. They fly thick and fast whenever I take my students outside for journals.
“I’d like to run through that puddle in the morning,” remarked A on our post-cookie walk through the village tonight.
Most of the walk was a game of tag and tangle with Gracious, C’s adorable dog.
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Did the dresses arrive?? We are dying to know what the girls think of them!?