Considera las siguientes dos historias: Story #1: Érase una vez una jirafa de rodillas temblorosas que no deseaba nada más que bailar con sus amigos en un extravagante Jungle Dance. Los tonos dorados del atardecer y los colores exuberantes de la Congolian Rainforest hacían de su hogar un lugar digno de admiración; pero esa noche,...
Consider the following two stories: Story #1: Once upon a time, there was a wobbly-kneed Giraffe who wanted nothing more than to boogie with some friends at an extravagant Jungle Dance. The golden hues of sunset and lush colours of the Congolian Rainforest made his home a sight to behold; yet tonight, all eyes were...
Un pulpo amarillo brillante se traga la cabeza de mi alumno de 4 años antes de hacer un extraño sonido burbujeante y salir volando por los aires. Se une a su variopinto grupo de amigos para un rato de cotilleo después del snack: un simpático esqueleto hecho con bastoncillos de algodón, un curioso muñeco de...
A bright yellow octopus swallows my 4-year old student’s head before making a strange, bubbling noise and flying off into the air. He joins his rag-tag team of friends for some post-snack gossip: a friendly skeleton made of Q-tips, a curious snow-man made from three round cupcake liners, and a magical green witch on a...
«A herd of cows peacefully grazes on a sunny field, mooing in delight at all of the fresh grass.«(Una manada de vacas pasta tranquilamente en un campo soleado, mugiendo felices ante toda la hierba fresca) «A litter of cats curves their back at the shock of an unwanted bath.«(Una camada de gatos arquea la espalda...
A herd of cows peacefully grazes on a sunny field, mooing in delight at all of the fresh grass. A litter of cats curves their back at the shock of an unwanted bath. A den of snakes rear their necks off the ground, ready to strike! “Now reach all the way up to the sky...
“¡Qué frío!” call out my Bumblebees, panting out little puffs of steam. I’ve joked with them that they’re breathing fire, and are destined to become dragons once they’re grown-ups. Even at 4 years old, they’re skeptical of my antics. It’s Christmas camp, and we’re wrapping up a short excursion to the playground to let off...
It’s always a gamble which of my Cool Koalas will arrive to class on their feet, and which will arrive sliding into the theatre room on their knees like mini Christiano Ronaldos. Our classes always start with 2 minutes of soccer, while I check in with each panting student individually about how their day was...
Siempre es una incógnita saber cuáles de mis Cool Koalas llegarán a clase andando y cuáles entrarán deslizándose de rodillas por la sala de teatro como pequeños Cristiano Ronaldo. Nuestras clases siempre empiezan con dos minutos de fútbol, mientras voy hablando con cada alumno, todavía jadeando, para saber cómo ha ido su día (“¡Bien!”) y...
“What the EGG!?” screamed one of my 5-year-old students, to a chorus of belly laughter around the games table. “What the EGG!?” I replied, holding up two piles of laminated egg printouts sorted according to size. They’re getting silly and a bit tired, I thought, better to let them get the giggles out. We each...
