I think it's so interesting how my perspective has changed these eight months working at the school. It's only a few weeks left and that thought makes me realize how much I will miss this job. I've learned so freaking much. When I started, I thought "well this will be a piece of freaking cake", but oh, how I was wrong.. I have had to put up with angry parents, angry children, happy children, sad children, screaming children, screaming teachers, violent children. I have had to wipe the butt of a boy that pooped himself. Twice. I have gotten nose-bleeded on, I have eaten some shitty ass food and I have done it with a smile on my face (most of the time) and I've shed some tears as well. It's not an easy job and I respect all the amazing people who put up with this.
Anyhow, I'm certain about one thing. Children are marvelous. They are freaking geniuses and so smart and so loving. They see possibilities in almost everything they do and they are experts in collaborating with inspiration and idea. Once something pops into their minds, they will hold on to that idea and do whatever it takes (even sneak out from lunch having all the teachers looking for them just to find them drawing on the blackboard back in the classroom) to make it reality. And even though they break every rule over and over and over again, they are somehow able to hatch new ideas, more crazier than the other one, over and over again. I also get ideas. But sometimes I give up and let them go too easily without having even tried. What a waste of good ideas!
It seems that we are born with an ability of acting and creating out of inspiration but somewhere along the way of "growing up", that ability becomes less of a priority. Eventually, we have a much harder time tapping into that source of endless creativity. Maybe that is really what "growing up" is like - losing the ability to be acting out of inspiration?However, I don't think we loose it. Not at all. We only forget we are more than we are sometimes...
The thing is, we have built a society that encourages and promotes a specific way of living. And so, to me, the problem is that our whole life is built on the idea of this standard life. The consequence become that inspiration and playfulness and creativity is put on hold, because there are "more important things" that requires our focus - getting good grades and receiving outstanding feedback on how well you are doing in school, for example. The question I have been asking myself a lot is; good grades for what? My life isn't over only because I don't have straight As'. School is meant to teach for humans to learn - yes - but it is also meant to prepare us for further education. After collage, we are expected to get a well-paying job, and basically work our way to the top. This doesn't apply for everyone. It's only a loose retelling of how we have created this ideal image of life. But life is more than this. At least to me! I wanna be more playful - I have the kids at school to thank for that. They brought out the very best of me. A part that has always been there, but had been forgotten.
In other words; this is what I have learned. By playfulness, creativity and the ability to feel excited (even about the little things), the children have made me realize the importance of living cheerfully and creatively. And doing such out of inspiration. But why is inspiration so important? I think it's our human nature to feel inspiration. it's when your soul is sparkling and when the urge of creating is so big that you HAVE to do whatever you can't stop thinking about.
Children are marvelous. I know I have already written that, and I will probably write it a few more times on this blog, but I just wish everyone could see it in this way; we can learn so incredibly much from children.