Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I was working on the mural, scraping bits and smears of concrete off the tile. Students wandered through - some from basketball camp, some from summer school to make up credits, and some from the enrichment program.
One boy, who I recognized from our 6th grade, stopped and watched a moment.
"You came during the summer just to work on the wall?????" he asked, incredulity apparent in his voice and face.
"Yes, I did," I responded.
"Wow, you're sure dedicated," he said, looking even more amazed.
How do I explain that for me, this is FUN? This is like summer camp for grown ups. Except this is my job. I have had so much fun this year - with fewer discipline problems, with less cajoling, with more students engaged and involved and learning and creating.
I LIKE standing on a chair cleaning off tile and watching the picture becoming clearer and clearer. I like the breeze in my hair and the sunshine and the birds and the scent of flowers and the students and staff wandering by and saying hello and commenting on the mural. I LIKE being part of the process of creating. I actually ENJOY being halfway up a ladder trimming tile to exactly fit in a certain spot, then cementing it in place and cleaning the face of it and having it look PERFECT. This is what I DO.
Dedicated? I guess. It's hard to think about dedication to a job when I'm loving what I do. Even during summer vacation, when I'm no longer being paid.