This fall, a past student of mine was killed in a car accident. His artwork sat in my classroom. When his family arrived to pick up his art, many tears flowed. His memory lingers on in that box of pottery mugs that he made, leftover from the art show he participated in. A box of pottery. We never know what the future holds.
So I leave now, in the midst of preparation of another student art show. I will unload kilns tomorrow and reload them on my day off, because I'm indeed committed to the student art show. I want to see their smiling faces, the proud parent hugs, the handshakes of a job well done, the certificates of awards, and the joy of knowing that each student did their very best. What a great job I have!
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