I'm driving home at 8pm after the drama production opens and I've broken down all the mics and sound equipment, stowed the light and costumes, and finally left the building. I'm on my drive home and I start to think about the many things that were said to me tonight, and in particular one student's mom.
She spoke to me briefly about how her son did not enjoy coming to school until I started the after school drama program. I got the sense that she is a mom that has not volunteered at the school often although tonight she is helping me take tickets and count money. I also get the sense that her son probably gets picked on a lot at school. He's one of my favorite kids. Always so kind and thoughtful. I'm sure that other kids make fun of him for being overweight. I'm sure there are some days where he feels strange and like a total outcast and would rather have stayed home.
I'm thinking about this student, this person who I have gotten to know so well this year, who shines in drama class, and I can't help but let a tear slip out. So, I'm sitting in the car crying and I can't help but to say outloud,
"Why do I have to care so f***ing much?"
1 comment:
I am glad you do care so much. You have made such a difference in so many of our student's lives. And you are spot on- there are many students who do not find themselves until they find that playful, artistic part of themselves. And you have impacted their lives in ways that you may never know.
I appreciate you and your honesty. Thanks for sharing yourself. We are so fortunate to have you.
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