Sep 19, 2012 13:14
So I got a call back about an application for a position teaching art part-time at a private secondary school in Philadelphia for challenged youth.
Excited, yes. Nervous also. waiting for another return call.
isn't this something I wanted? I believe art has a power of communication, it can soothe, it is rewarding. I believed children that have little hope need the arts possibly more than us 'regular folk' do.
but the reality is daunting. I am a small white female. The odds are against me with that reality.
But. I believe in human connections. I believe in understanding and finding the light that is in each of us, no matter how buried. I believe in patience and perseverance and that kindness and understanding and communication can do so much for behavior issues.
Today is one of those miraculous fall days where it is toasty in the sun, but cool in the shade. a breeze sends my hair flying. My brief internet adventure is almost done. I will retreat back to my little house, escape to the studio and draw and paint the afternoon away. I need to have evidence of these little used skills. My free open days might be coming to a close and dispite my eagerness for this, I am also not quite ready for that. Ok. off I go.