Just before the end of school, the parents were invited to a musical concert to see the children sing and partake in some munchies afterwards. It's a little strange to say this was only my 2nd formal visit to the school so I had to study the school plan on the website to figure out where the auditorium was!
Any preconceived ideas I had about a cute group of children singing quaint christmas carols was completely blown away when the 7 classes of CE1 filed into the auditorium with large drums, decorated plastic milk containers and objects resembling pogo sticks with tennis balls on the end. Conducting the children were two men - both in their mid 50's, one with a bongo drum between his legs.
And so the concert began with the children thumping, banging and singing to the beat of the drums. They sang 4 or 5 songs, each one with more gusto and tempo than the previous - the kids were moving to the beat, and the teachers, one without the bongo drum had a whistle firmly planted in his mouth driving the kids on. The bongo drum beat out a rythym and the children would echo the beat. The parents were brought into the fray echoing the drum beat by clapping their hands. For a moment I thought I was in Brazil! It was certainly entertaining. They were very hip music teachers.
Any preconceived ideas I had about a cute group of children singing quaint christmas carols was completely blown away when the 7 classes of CE1 filed into the auditorium with large drums, decorated plastic milk containers and objects resembling pogo sticks with tennis balls on the end. Conducting the children were two men - both in their mid 50's, one with a bongo drum between his legs.
And so the concert began with the children thumping, banging and singing to the beat of the drums. They sang 4 or 5 songs, each one with more gusto and tempo than the previous - the kids were moving to the beat, and the teachers, one without the bongo drum had a whistle firmly planted in his mouth driving the kids on. The bongo drum beat out a rythym and the children would echo the beat. The parents were brought into the fray echoing the drum beat by clapping their hands. For a moment I thought I was in Brazil! It was certainly entertaining. They were very hip music teachers.
Afterwards in the class I got talking with some of the mums and Zoe's teacher. It was nice. The children's work was scattered around the walls, and I easily found the letter Zoe had written to Santa. It was hilarous. She told Pere Noel that she had been very, very good this year. She wanted a Barbie and a DS Lite and she thought she deserved them because she had been helping mum around the house, and because she said hello to her papa when he came home from work. I had a good laugh.
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