This morning I should be on a bus, headed to outdoor school for four days and three nights. The sixth graders from the other three halls in my building are going. Alas, Green Hall is staying behind.
Two Saturdays ago we got a text saying the main lodge at the camp we were supposed to attend had burned to the ground. Most of last week was spent waiting to find out if we could go to another camp this week or if we’d go a different week. The kids had tones of questions.
If we don’t go this year, can we go as seventh graders?
When will they tell us?
What happens at school if we don’t go?
If we don’t go to Outdoor School, do we still have to come to school?
Their agony was ended Thursday when we were – finally – told we would not go the same week as the other sixth graders, we’d go June 4-7, the second last week of school.
Action and consequence. The kids were relieved, but the teachers and admins started scrambling. Schedules had to be created for a rotation through Specialists. My team decided that we’d toss out the schedule on Wednesday and have kids rotate through camp like activities and have a picnic lunch outside along with a massive game of Capture the flag. It won’t be quite the same, but it will be a good placeholder until the real this comes around.
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