At a liturgical church yesterday. The necessary assertions and petitions made at the appropriate places. A world view affirmed. Responsibilities assigned.
My ESL classes recently: explorations (still just beginning) of how to mark-up interview transcripts for expressive recitation to overcome shyness, practice fluency.
Merhy's job training those who take claims at an insurance company, who talk to people in trouble about what actually happened and what should be, can be done. Key facts confirmed, conveyed.
Scripts, prescribed words, dialogue trees, 'if A, then either C or D', tamed talk. No unfamiliar outcomes. Never lost if you don't go off. Goals attained.
Then there's grandson playing with water out on the porch in the morning sunlight. Bowls, forks, wide-mouth plastic bottles, soap, a few other odd things. Pouring out, splashing, tipping, filling up, stirring, pouring out
again, filling again, oops!, wild splashing, grinning, dancing little jigs, sunlight dancing on the inside of shiny metal bowls through agitated water, more half in, half out filling, more glug-glug pouring, fork clanking, water
puddling on porch floor. Try this, Meja? No? Bubbles frothing, iridescences morphing, shifting, water bottle being waved, confident hands gripping, tipping, prancing in to share the fun with mom, light long hair
flying, running back out to Dulu leaning in, quietly suggesting, one fork in bottle rattling, two forks...
No script; improv, play
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