“The air in Burlington is so much cleaner. It doesn’t have the problem that the air here does,” Isaac says. It’s a somewhat familiar statement at this point, one he has repeated before.
“Well, this is a big city,” I respond. “It’s hard to avoid when you have so many people living in one place.” I try to point out the things that Barcelona does well to help with air quality- the amount of well functioning public transport options, the ability to walk so many places- but it is clear that he isn’t listening. His complaint was not a request for a dialogue. Monologues are really more his thing.
“Well, this is a big city,” I respond. “It’s hard to avoid when you have so many people living in one place.” I try to point out the things that Barcelona does well to help with air quality- the amount of well functioning public transport options, the ability to walk so many places- but it is clear that he isn’t listening. His complaint was not a request for a dialogue. Monologues are really more his thing.
“I mean look at the sky! It’s all grey with pollution!”
I look up. There are grey clouds, moving slowing across the sky, but they are normal rain clouds, not smog or pollution. He knows that too. He just enjoys the fine art of dramatic speech.
Felix could probably tell what kind of clouds are rolling above us. He studied them in kindergarten last year, learning the names of the different types and demonstrating them through visual artwork and dance. His class had a special weather party where grown ups were invited in and we learned too, as we explored our children’s artwork with them. One year later, the only kind I can remember is cummulous, and I don’t even remember which kind that is. But his memory is much better then mine, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he still knew all the types, and could name what he was seeing above us.
So those are two things we are missing about Burlington- clean air, and a school where you further develop the knowledge of your science unit through the arts.
I look up. There are grey clouds, moving slowing across the sky, but they are normal rain clouds, not smog or pollution. He knows that too. He just enjoys the fine art of dramatic speech.
Felix could probably tell what kind of clouds are rolling above us. He studied them in kindergarten last year, learning the names of the different types and demonstrating them through visual artwork and dance. His class had a special weather party where grown ups were invited in and we learned too, as we explored our children’s artwork with them. One year later, the only kind I can remember is cummulous, and I don’t even remember which kind that is. But his memory is much better then mine, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he still knew all the types, and could name what he was seeing above us.
So those are two things we are missing about Burlington- clean air, and a school where you further develop the knowledge of your science unit through the arts.