Last day of L'ecole Samuel

June 22nd was the last day of school for the boys at their french school. It was supposed to be July 1st but then they just changed it. Fine with me. It's just funny how they give out in the end and don't do much at all- including the teachers. Just a different mindset.

Here are the boys that morning. They matched on their first day of school so I decided they should end that way as well.

TCIS, the school my sister works at and where Julie and Brian taught, sent boxes of school supplies, toys and clothes for the school. Here the kids and teachers waving for a thank you picture.

The boys and their teachers. Top Row: Tanti Rachelle (K's teacher), Tonton Noel (K's assitant and best buddy) and Tanti Nathalie (D's assitant)

Bottom: Tanti Louise (D's teacher), D, K, Tonton Moise (D's assistant)

Kenan and his best bud Jean-Marc at the end of the year celebration.

Dawson and Amadou Tidian

Each class put on a little performance for the parents. Dawson was in the skit of the Tower of Babel because he can speak English. :) His line was "Give me the block!" which he said several times. He knew his line and was fine with doing this play until it came time to walk to where they were performing. He began to cry and couldn't stop for probably 15 minutes or more. We prayed and asked God to give him strength. When it was time to perform, he got up cautiously and did as he was supposed to.

Passing the blocks to build the tower

Dawson meticulously placed the block pieces

Give me the block! Give me the block!

I was proud of him for doing it even though he was scared. He walked off stage and proceeded to cry some more, even though he was supposed to join the class in the songs. He just couldn't do it. Since he had done his part in the skit, I let him stay down.

Kenan had no problem going up though he had fallen asleep as he waited for the class to sing so he was a bit dazed on stage.

They practice french by saying a little exercise of open your hands, close your hands, hide them, rub your arm, scratch your arm, make your hands dance, make sleeping hands.

Mains Dormir (sleeping hands)

The teachers got into the singing and dancing as well. :)

They so kindly put us on the front row so the speakers were blaring. Also, added to the crying child, the sleepy child, we had a sleepy crying child named Silas who was terrible. After the boys finished their part we actually left instead of staying for the rest of the classes to perform which would have been a couple more hours. Thankful sometimes for our white skin that "allows" us to get away with bad things we shouldn't do.

Despite the kids having a hard time, it was a lot of fun and neat to see the kids perform. I'm thankful for what they have learned and hope it continues!