a shitty easter.

since easter is this sunday,

i've taken the opportunity to talk about it

with some of my classes.

the youngest and the oldest

everyone has something to say.

in france, tradition is that

les cloches

bring the easter candy to little children

anxiously waiting easter morning.

bells!

not an easter bunny

although you see rabbits everywhere anyway

all the boulangeries

 and patisseries

are filled with chocolate fish

chocolate ducks

chocolate bears

i decided to not necessarily go into 

the religious side of easter,

but rather let the kids bring it up if they wanted to.

which most of them did

they explained to me that jesus was

resucitated...

ressucité

resurrected

three days after he died. 

in one of my 6ièmes classes, the youngest ones

a curious boy interrogated me

'madame, why are we talking about rabbits is it's about jesus?'

how do i describe that to a ten year old?

even in my own language, i feel weird about it

while i was still pondering how to answer this curious guy

the class started yelling out their own thoughts

'maybe jesus and the rabbits deliver the eggs together'

'but why do we have eggs? where do they come from?'

and then came the show stopper

from the corner

un petit malin

who yelled out

'non, non, ce sont des lapins qui chient des oeufs!'

apparently, the rabbits shit the eggs, and then deliver them.

originale, n'est-ce pas?

the class all looked at me

wanting to laugh

knowing they shouldn't

that little guy had a note written to his parents that day

but i have to say

A for Creativity

although if that were the case, 

i think we would enjoy easter egg hunts a lot less...

a+

alli