1st Grade Communication
We have been so blessed by the school Kajal is attending.. one of the reasons I made the decision to move to this particular neighborhood. With all the challenges Kajal has experienced I wanted to find a truly positive learning environment for her... one that also promotes positive relationships between children. Although Kajal had only been attending the school for a few weeks prior to her becoming ill she seems to have transitioned seemlessly. We've had not one experience with bullies or cruelty and that is huge! Her teacher is kind and compassionate and has no tolerance for 'meanness' in the classroom. This special charter all girl class has been so moved by Kajal in her short time amoung them that they took some time in class today to write her some notes... these words say it all....
Dear Kajal I hope you feel better. I love you as a frend. I miss you Kajl
I love you when you laf. I love your bendes (bindis) and you no what I like your prfeckt stuf that you have
Dear Kajal The whole class missed you do you miss me I hope you feel better what do you hae like what kind of sick niss do you have is your mom ok is your dad ok I now your not ok you have not bin herh for a week love lexi
Dear Kajal I hope you feel better. We mise you a lote when you come back you can play with me
Kajal Kiss we miss you we kere about you. Kajal we rille miss you we wish you come back to school so we can play with you at school to play with
Dear Kajal I hope you fil betr love Julia
I like you! And I love you to!
Dear Kajal I know we have not be very good firend but I know we will be friends and I hope you felu bedar
I hope you feal beter! I can't wate teal you feal oslom (awsome ?) I can't wate teal you come back to class! You are the best. can you come to class now? I am so exsided to see you. you are so sepshal (special ?) to us. you make my hart! love you
These precious words were just a few of the stack of cards that came home to comfort Kajal today. She laughed with joy as she read them.. amazed at the words from her new classmates.
I remember when Kajal first experienced being 'liked', being 'loved'. It was in her early days home with me and as her English grew and she was able to express herself she turned to me one day and told me that she'd never been liked, or knew what that was before coming home to live with our family. I thought of that today as I watched her gaze with wide eyes at the rainbows, the hearts, the Christmas trees decorating the cards from children in a class she barely knew.
This purity of expression, this kindness is all any child needs to know that they are indeed 'sepshal'

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