I was so wiped out last night, getting ready to leave early this morning for an all-day school workshop and having to cycle over in the dead of night to the studio to pick up some things I'd forgotten, that I was starting to get a bit weepy. When I went to school in the morning, I was so dispairingly certain I'd never make it through the day that, actually, the reality wasn't so bad and I even had a bit of fun. The kids were surprisingly gentle with me. I only took a couple snapshots of their work, but the gang at Drayton Park Primary School came up with some good stuff. As I was making my way back to Holloway Park tube station, I overheard a bunch of them excitedly talking about their day with me, which made it all seem very worthwhile.
But I do think I may need to re-evaluate agreeing to all-day workshops. They're tremendously draining (I don't know how teachers manage to do it EVERY DAY!) At the same time, a one-hour school assembly, when you add in travel time, preparation and general faffing can take up nearly a whole day anyway, and the kids don't accomplish half as much. I think the activity I chose was just on the brink of being too old for 7-year-olds, but I think they benefitted from being pushed a bit. I had to do some rather intensive one-on-one work with at least half of them, wrestling to make their stories clear to someone other than themselves. But they still seemed to enjoy it, mainly because they got to draw monsters and say the word 'poo' a lot.