5 lil' Indians and me

So it's friday.....you know that saying T.G.I.F....that's a damn understatement if I must say so myself. If alcoholism didn't run amongst part of my family, I would already be headed towards the nearest watering hole as we speak, yet I'm here blogging and waiting patiently to leave work.

The other day I told my sister, I miss my indian folks, I miss the talks with the fellow sav's of ayes, and ahhh and small gestures of pointing with our lips we do too often. Well I got what I wanted.....somewhat...

This came about because I did a small presentation about my culture on Wednesday here at school and shared some stuff i've made, that I have or that are important to me. Even though the other teachers were more interested than the children were....lol, one class is studying North America and what better than a real live indian in our school......

So a good hour of work today was actually enjoyable, wait, I take that back, a good hour or so treated me better than some of the days here at work have treated this 3-6 year old teacher. There have been alot of changes at work, moving people here and there, supposedly getting all the tweaks in order here at work, thanks to the administration in my small Montessori School.

I return from my 30 minute lunch, one pizza and a green tea later...I arrive back to my room and another small change. They opened our room and the other 3-6 room and let the children chooose their own work and choose between the two rooms that connect, being it is friday and all. I thought if only the boss would say its friday why dont you choose what to do teacher's...I'd be out the back door to my truck in a heartbeat...

Ok, back on track, I got a funny story to share..

So I sat down and continued to work on this map of Europe for the Geography area and in walks 5 children, BOYS, all 5 boys...I simply look up and smile, ok you may choose your work, but please work quietly. I set my eyes back on my map I've soo beautifully crafted for a hot second and quickly look back at the boys. 5 lil' Indian boys, East Indian boys that is as I begin to smile, in my room amongst the one Indian teacher at the school.....5 lil Indian Boys and me

I laughed outloud a bit and smiled while the one who has a question to everything as though he himself is a teacher says with his arm sticking out and the other on placed on his hip, why are you laughing miss Mo'leesa? I said oh I just thought of something...and changed the subject asking him what work is he choosing as I thought about explaining why I'm laughing but passed it over as naw nevermind

But here I am laughing thinking I sure got what I wanted more QT with indians..5 lil indian boys and me. They have naan (bread) and I have my frybread. I have, well I dont, the Ojibwe have Wild Rice in which I love and crave at many meals, only for my Lakota mom to tell me that is tasted bland, while the 5 lil indian boys have basmati rice....my 5 lil' indian boys have their vegatarian ways of eating and I have quite the opposite, my carniverous ways...bring on buffalo, chicken, a craving here and there for hamburgers and them damn hot dog stands on the corners here in NJ and NYC....lol...

I asked what they tend to eat for breakfast, one boy jumped up, Miss Mo'leesa we eat Cream of Wheat!
WHAT! I said me tooo...well the gov't issued kinda that...FARINA...white box with black print...you know gov't food when you see it. But hmm our love for rice, and farina....lol, like really is that all we have in common...

We shared the next 45 minutes working and interacting with one another, loving their accents and the way they say my name..until my map was finished, their water colored art work was dry and the YOGA game became boring to them and it was time to go outside.

I still smile as I think.......5 lil Indian boys and me...