My friends, I am humbled. The new job has not only enlarged my soul and recharged my spirit, but a second grader filled me with so much pride yesterday that I barely know what to say. As I was finishing my spiel and revving them up to get glowing with abstract art, I heard a whisper in the corner of the room as she exclaimed to her friend…
“When I grow up I want to be an Art Teacher!” she said.
It was the greatest compliment I can imagine.
Thanks to Tropical Storm Fay, we get at least one more day of summer vacation. That’s a photo I took yesterday afternoon when the first rain bands kissed our backyard. Now I am headed out to help some friends put up their shutters. I’ll meet you back here when the rain stops…
One of the things I love most about living in Miami? Hurricane season. Seriously, there is nothing more exhilirating than watching a storm bigger than a small nation barrelling down on you. We adore it.
Even more exciting is the fact that we almost always have a threat corresponding to the first day of school! Kids and teachers alike get to teeter on the brink of “Will they cancel, and give us a couple more days of summer vacation?” Very exciting times.
Hurricane parties in our house include massive rituals of candle lighting and whirling dervishery. And now, for the first time ever, I get to add a blog entry as a good luck charm. We shall see.
I leave you with the banner that will greet students, parents, and teachers alike as we enter the 50th anniversary of Greynolds Park Elementary. If it doesn’t get blown away. I’ll see you on the flip side, as soon as the power gets restored. Namaste.