The day it snowed in Burnie
Yesterday, it snowed in Burnie.
It hasn’t snowed here since 1986.
The snow fell while I was marking attendance and my students asked if they could go outside.
I’d never seen snow in Burnie, so I joined them in the courtyard. We felt the snow melt as we caught the drifting flurries in our hands. We took pictures, laughed, shivered and wondered if it would be another 30 years before it snowed here again.
Other students weren’t so lucky. Their teachers ignored requests to go outside.
I felt sad for these students. Many teachers don’t understand that learning occurs both in and out of the classroom. They forget that little things, like standing in snow, can be a bonding experience. Instead, they become rigid, lazy and anxious and unable to deviate from routine or their textbooks.
No curriculum teaches spontaneity or the importance of enjoying fleeting moments. Sharing something special gives our life meaning and we learn the most when we experience something new.
Yesterday was a special moment.
I’ll never forget the day it snowed in Burnie.
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About the author
Sue Bell is an entertainment writer and author of Backpacked: A mostly true story, Beat Street and When Dreamworks came to Stanley.