Who is my mum? Thanks, Emile!

 Who Is My Mum: this was a game (task?) handed to us from Emile whilst we were at Kingswood, which I decided to use last Friday with my Year 3 class at Colegio San Jose. It's a hugely mixed ability class with varying attention spans..... some of them I think could be measured in mere nanoseconds, so there's no room for dilly dallying when stood in front of them. Teenagers of 14/15 years take no prisoners, so I was keen to get started. 

They worked in 3 groups, trying to decide, from a montage of family pix, which one was my mum. Anybody over 25 must seem pretty ancient to them: half the class had my slightly older cousin down as my mum (she'll be pleased!) but they had quite a jolly time commenting on those I love.

Fast forward to week 2. At the last minute, I decided that task I had prepped for Year 2 for first thing this morning was probably not going to work; on reflection the vocab around the instructions was too difficult,

so I decided to can it, simplify it and roll it out next week. I slotted in a simplified version of Who Is My Mum (remember - this went down well with the Year 3s), and..... pretty much flopped. 

Honestly, they were so not up for any sort of direction, group work, interaction, preferring to chat (yell) across the room to each other, or fling bits of rubber. My lovely, eminently capable mentor, Maribel, came down on them like a ton of hot croissants, and the lesson limped on. Not the best day. But there's always tomorrow. Fortunately!