On the first day of our arrival at Vancouver, Abby had her first lesson at her preschool. The door of the classroom was still closed because we arrived at school a little earlier. We chanced to meet Teacher Olga who came out of the classroom. She greeted Abby and us at the corridor. Her spoken English was wonderfully clear and nice to hear. I think Abby will benefit much from her.
One by one, Abby's classmates came. We met more girls than boys. In particular, we saw a couple of twin sisters, a Chinese boy who wore glasses and two girls, one Indian-bred and another blond-haired.
Soon it was time for lesson. Each student was assigned a racket to keep his or her belongings. Abby was asked to hang her beautiful bag and she knew that she had to take her shoes off. She wore another pair of shoes at the centre of the room where eight students, I thought, would sit in a "U" shape. The children’s name cards were placed on the mat.
Abby was able to recognize her name card and sat before it.
Then parents or grand-parents had to leave the classroom so that the lesson could run smoother. Although I did not attend the lesson, I supposed the first lesson would be for the children to know one another. Songs such as “The more we get together, the happier we will be” would be most appropriate. Shaking hands and hugs might go through the children. Knowing one another is the way to success in a small society like this.
What we knew from Abby was that she brought home a sheet of drawing-paper, rolled up. When we unrolled the paper, we found the “masterpiece” of a small talent in Art.

























