Okay, did I say winding down? I meant handling a group of 6 kids that felt like 15 or 20. Downey made the comment that they were so hard to handle because they were smart. I well believe it, because they were quite the creative bunch. They were experts at getting out of line, only just enough to not be punished.
There were a couple of brothers there this week named Zev and Gabe. They fought a lot because, well, they’re brothers. But if Gabe couldn’t get something right on the first try, or shortly after the first try, he’d get really upset and “cry”. I say that in quotations because after a while, he wasn’t actually crying, he was really just wailing. In the midst of it he’d call himself stupid, presumably because he couldn’t get whatever he was trying to do right. I mentioned it to his mother when she came to pick them up, and she seemed really weary about it, because it happens at home too. Zev learns things so easily, and sometimes taunts Gabe if he fails at learning something so soon. That night, his mother had a talk with him and after this, which was the second day, Gabe was a little more responsive. Zev and Gabe even did a staff-spinning act together for the Minibolt show. =) I think he actually gained some confidence. I certainly hope so, because I imagine that’s what it was like for my sister. My mother would always compare her shortcomings to my successes–which is weird because she always seemed to be tougher on me. In any case, I’m really hoping circus camp was a starting point for Gabe to believe in himself more.
On the makeup front, there wasn’t anything spectacular or new for me to do, really. The only two girls, Molly and Emma, wanted girly, sparkly, swirly stuff, Gabe wanted blood coming out of his nose and mouth (which Lauryn thought was real because Gabe fell at one point), Zev wanted nothing, and Lewis and Collin both wanted their own versions of white-faced clown.
One more week. Apparently we’re teaching 30 kids, without the wrangling part. Still, eep. o_o;