This school year started without me, since my ten year old was in the hospital for most of September. It was a rough go, and when the bills start rolling in…well…. but he’s healthy and home again and that’s what matters.
So, today was my first day back. I was a little nervous walking in to ‘my classes’ that were already started by someone else, someone I’ve never met, who doesn’t know what I meant by, “Creativity Explosion”. But it went well, better than expected, still riding the high of a day well spent.
This is what I would do even if I didn’t paid, now that’s the mark of a good career choice.
In fact, if I ever did fall into a huge vat of money…I’d simply do more of the same. Teach more classes…to more children…for free….in places where art is a luxury that isn’t even considered.
I get far more out of the experience than they do, I have to admit. Confidence is not something that comes easily to me, but put me in a classroom, and I’m home.
For a few years now, I’ve taught creative writing and poetry with a few random art classes thrown in here and there. Put together a spy science classes where we made great spy gadgets and talked espionage, was hired as a mad scientist to travel about and do wacky experiments. BUT this year is my year.
I proposed Creativity Explosion and it was accepted. This is the art class of my dreams, the one I would have wanted to take as a kid.
In other words, I had a good day.