PREMIER AMOUR

Yesterday, the school day started very slow and tedious and I was flagging even by the second hour. However, I was amazingly brought back to life during the ‘vie de classe’ of the sixièmes (10 and 11 year olds) when, out of the blue during discussions about whether and how to contribute to the journal of the local primary school, two of the pupils announced that they wrote their own poetry - not for homework, mind, but for pleasure! After some hesitation, they even agreed to recite their poems in front of the whole class. They weren’t at all infantile, resembling some sort of haiku and covering universal themes of love, desire, longing, death. And thanks to beloved tutor, we managed to make the activity even more useful by translating one of them into English!