Not to much surprise about half of Room 13 were bunnies! We talked about friendships and what strategies we can use in suitations of conflict.
Jo shared with us a poem by Barry Wade:
Truth -- Barrie Wade
Sticks and stones may beak my bonesbut words can also hurt me.
Stones and sticks break only skin,
while words are ghosts that haunt me.
Slant and curved the word-swords fall
to pierce and stick inside me.
Bats and bricks may ache through bones
but words can mortify me.
Pain from words has left its scar
on mind and heart that’s tender
Cuts and bruises now have healed
it’s words that I remember.