Wednesday, September 10

The more people I meet, the more I want to take a leap of faith and join a collective, a cooperative of some sort... artists, writers, musicians, actors, playwrights, organizers... maybe the common mission would be reforming education for children of color or promoting the idea of community, love and self-respect. Everyone in a big ol' loft, doin their thing, but the free of any visual distinctions about who owns and creates what. A safe space for youth to drop in after school, a place to hold workshops, a meeting place for community members to continue discourse about whateverwhatever. I know these spaces exist. I'm only now seeing that that may be the kind of space I need. Some place where ideas, feedback and encouragement are easily exchanged.
I'm trying to aid such exchanges at the middle school. There are people I don't work well with, so I'm making an effort to spend more time working with them. I really am trying to be a master teacher. I know it won't happen in 3 years, or 5, or maybe even 10. But if somebody in the building knows something I need to know, I gotta let bridges be built.

Finally, in my third year of teaching, Thursdays and Fridays are easybreezy in terms of my program. Wednesdays have become the hump. I need a drink but I had a strong gin & tonic Tuesday evening and I actually need to break from the alcohol altogether.

3 comments:

Susana said...

not related directly to this post, but i saw this recently and it made me think of you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS_vBA6Ivyc

poem at the five minute mark...

s. said...

... made me think of a LOT of people, to be honest. anyone i know who (seeks to) walk with the oldtime knowledge of a healing love.

i've watched d'bi (and her work) grow over the years, and i just adore the warmth and openness of this.

TruEssence said...

I love your vision! I hope it happens for you.:)