By Rosanne Pagano
What I love about making a syllabus – the only lovable thing about a syllabus – is the chance to type two words that say the opposite of humdrum: Field Trip.
Field Trip 1: It’s a synagogue Friday and we’re lifted as one by singing in a language we don’t understand. Field Trip 2: A cartoony curtain rises on a two-act opera, thankfully funny and in English.
Two words, and it’s fourth grade again in May and I’m anklet-deep in barnyard hay, cows everywhere you turn. Field trips! If you’re the teacher, you get to have them. Almost as many as you like.
