Watching time go by with a painting a day and showing others where to look.
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Monday, April 25, 2016
Poignant brushwork portraits
I just told someone that I didn't paint people- and here I am finishing a series of portraits!
This group was filled with personalities, all so different. Outside of
the advisory they were not the best of friends with each other, but
inside the room, they had each other's backs, they respected each other
and ... we all learned from each other.
I am grateful to my job for giving me the opportunity to get to know
these kids, and through our Mosaic program we studied, discussed and
learned about our ethnicity, our privilege, our inherent biases, our
understanding of gender preferences and identification, as well as how
to change a tire on a car, cook with an iron, balance a check book and
make a monthly budget. We explored the UN's sustainable development
goals and found the ones we were passionate about and made a plan, we
painted murals, served dinner to the homeless, traveled to Universal
studios, and spent a day on South Beach. I saw them elected homecoming
king, Mr. Falcon, and into honor societies. We won contests for our decorations, our posters, scavenger hunts and more. I admired their work as
editors of the yearbook, as creator of films, as Agents of Change, as
soccer stars, as football running-back-record-breakers, as directors and
actors, as potters, as poets, as musicians,
and as painters.
I also grieved as they were suspended, disciplined, failed, rejected and heartbroken. I applaud their courage and curiosities. I truly love these guys and will really miss them during fire drills next fall.
I don't remember many of my own high school teachers. I know I had some good ones, but they've faded, and I never looked back.
These kids ARE my teachers and I must now buck up and look forward.