When the new boy arrived today, I was so sad to tell him that the one boy in our class was out sick. I was sure the new kid would be lonely and friendless on his first day. Speaking only a few words in English, I was having a hard time connecting. At recess I took him outside and introduced him to the fourth grade boys who were playing soccer. He jumped right in.
By second recess they were cheering him on, and yelling for him to pass the ball their way. On our way into lunch, I asked the new boy to wait for me while I put my coat away. “I’ll show you how to buy lunch,” I said. From behind me, however, came the voice of J, one of the fourth grade boys. “I’ll show him, Ms. M,” he said. “Come on,” said J as he motioned the new boy to walk with him toward the cafeteria.
When I arrived in the cafeteria, J was chatting away with the new boy. “Do you want one of those?” J said while pointing at a hot dog. A few of the other fourth grade boys had also chosen the hot dog. The new kid just nods, and puts it on his tray. The new boy follows J to a table full of fourth and fifth grade boys who warmly welcome and adopt the new kid, as if he’d always been there.