PROF 190
THEORY AND PRACTICE
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The Little Boy
Once
a little boy went to school.
And
it was quite a big school. But
when the little boy Found
that he could go to his room By
walking right in from the door outside, He
was happy. And
the school did not seem Quite
so big any more.
One
morning, When
the little boy had been in school awhile, The
teacher said: “Today
we are going to make a picture.” “Good!”
thought the little boy. He
liked to make pictures. He
could make all kinds: Lions
and tigers, Chickens
and cows, Trains
and boats – And
he took out his box of crayons And
began to draw. But
the teacher said, ”Wait! It
is not time to begin!” And
she waited until everyone looked ready. “We
are going to make flowers.” “Good!”
thought the little boy, He
liked to make flowers, And
he began to make beautiful ones With
his pink and orange and blue crayons. But
the teacher said, ”Wait! And
I will show you how.” And
she drew a flower on the blackboard. It
was red, with a green stem. “There,”
said the teacher, “Now
you may begin.” The
little boy looked at the teacher’s flower. Then
he looked at his own flower. He
liked his flower better than the teacher’s. But
he did not say this, He
just turned his paper over And
made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On
another day When
the little boy had opened The
door from the outside all by himself, The
teacher said, “Today
we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!”
thought the little boy, He
liked clay. He
could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes
and snowmen, Elephants
and mice, Cars
and trucks – And
he began to pull and pinch His
ball of clay.
But
the teacher said, “Wait!
It is not time to begin!” And
she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,”
said the teacher, “We
are going to make a dish.” “Good!”
thought the little boy, He
liked to make dishes, And
he began top make some That
were all shapes and sizes. But
the teacher said, ”Wait! And
I will show you how.” And
she showed everyone how to make One
deep dish. “There,”
said the teacher, Now
you may begin.” The
little boy looked at the teacher’s dish. Then
he looked at his own. He
liked his dishes better than the teacher’s. But
he did not say this. He
just rolled his clay into a big ball again, And
made a dish like the teacher’s. It
was a deep dish. And
pretty soon the The
little boy learned to wait, And
to watch, And
to make pretty things just like his teacher. And
pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then
it happened That
the little boy and his family Moved
to another house, In
another city, And
the little boy Had
to go to another school. This
school was even bigger Than
this other one, And
there was no door from the outside Into
his room. He
had to go up some big steps, And
walk down a long hall To
get to his room. And
the very first day He
was there, The
teacher said, “Today
we are going to make a picture.” “Good!”
thought the little boy, And
he waited for the teacher To
tell him what to do. But
the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When
she came to the little boy She
said, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,”
said the little boy. “What
are we going to make?” “I
don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How
shall I make it?” asked
the little boy. “Why
any way you like,” said the teacher. “And
any color?” asked the little boy. “Any
color,” said the teacher. “If
everyone made the same picture, And
used the same colors, How
would I know who made what, And
which was which?” “I
don’t know,” said the little boy. And
he began to make pink and orange and blue flowers. He
liked his new school. Even
if it didn’t have a door Right in from the outside!
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