Unwanted child - стр. 15

Headmistress: ‘Theodore Davel!’ There was silence, and for a while there was silence in the air. The headmistress repeated the boy's first and last name twice. Theodore raised his head and took a couple of steps towards the headmistress. The crowd erupted, ‘That's him! That boy!’

The headmistress shifted her gaze to the child and smiled back at him: ‘Found you… So, your name is Theodore…’

The first day at the children's educational centre started with an introduction, which took a week, maybe a week and a half in total. Familiarisation with his peers, new teachers, unusual rooms filled with all sorts of thematic subjects. For him, as for the overwhelming majority of kids, all this was strange. Children at that age have a lot of energy, which they gladly spend on lessons. There was not a single child in Theodore's group who was eager to go back home to his parents. On the contrary. When the children crossed the threshold of the centre, it was as if they had forgotten about their existence. And when the time came to return home, many of them did not want to do so. After all, here, in a gigantic entertainment complex (as the children saw the centre), all attention was directed only at them. A lot of different entertainments, games and adventures.

After distribution on groups, educators conducted some demonstration classes with participation of parents of kids. Many of them, as it was recommended earlier by the headmistress, supported the children showing them that everything was fine and they were there for them. The classes were more like the first lessons of communication and familiarisation. First with the tutors, then with the classmates. The parents also got to know each other at this meeting and watched their children's behaviour with smiles.

Each group was in its own room. The children were seated in a circle on small stools. At the head of this circle at twelve o'clock level, sitting on the floor was the tutor Theodora. He was assigned to Mrs Donova. She was about forty-five years of age. The woman's black coloured hair was, tied in a small ponytail at her back. Dressed in an elegant bright blue business suit, consisting of a jacket and a long skirt, she looked at her pupils with a smile, radiating only positivity and warmth. Her experience in educating preschoolers totalled about twenty years. This woman knew exactly what good upbringing was, having trained and graduated seven groups. The age of the educator allowed her to apply previously studied methods of education, which have become classics, but also to improve their qualifications, quietly mastering new ones, not lagging behind the progress.