"Mommy, do you want to be my star student?"
He couldn't or wouldn't elaborate, but I was honored just the same.
Last week George casually mentioned, half-way through the week, that it was his week to be the star student. I was able to piece together that each student is assigned a week for this special honor, that the honor includes sitting at a special desk and that it's an opportunity for the class to learn more about the star student that week. Apparently George was supposed to bring a favorite toy or two to share... kind of like a longer version of show-and-tell.
With a lot of encouragement, William George agreed to show the class his favorite car, the Superbird:
Although there could be no question that his prized possession is his beloved Snoopy, that was deemed "too personal" so he agreed to take Woodstock instead.
When he climbed into the car Wednesday, I asked him how the class liked his toys, and he explained that he did not share them. I gave him a little encouragement and explained that it would really be a service to the class. What if there was someone who doesn't yet know about Richard Petty's Superbird? And who doesn't like Woodstock?
On Thursday, his last day, he explained that he did not want to share his objects with the class, but he did show his buddies his things during car line. He told them all about the Superbird and how to find videos of the car on YouTube. He took the obligation to impart his knowledge about Superbird seriously, even if he was "too nervous" to tell the entire class.
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