|Teacher Harla's face is expressing what we all felt!|
Today was the last day of class for our refugee students in City Heights.
It was celebrated with music --- an assortment of colorful drums and other percussion instruments that we shook and struck and tapped.
Although the classroom was filled with adults, it felt like one gigantic play date.
There is something wonderful about letting loose.
And feeling the music.
Keeping the beat.
|With plastic sticks.|
|Drums angled, just so, between our knees.|
|And wooden fish.|
Lots of ways to fill a room with music!