All That Matters
I love my job. I hate my job.
Today was the senior last day. Not for classes, that was yesterday. Today was about camping out in the commons, playing XBOX 360, Playstation 2, and Nintendo wii, board games, and spoons, while eating bagels, pancakes and junk food, drinking coffee, orange juice and frappachinos, while signing yearbooks, dancing, building human pyramids and running in circles, before heading over to the park to play catch, toss the football, play basketball, fly kites, play more XBOX (et al), and challenge people to run through the inflatable gauntlet or jump in the rubber jumpy castle, or lounge around half awake, or play cards, or whatever the hell else you want because you’ve fought for 12-13 hard years of public education and you deserve every minute of these moments with your compatriots. And be damn sure there is free food.
I took the whole day off. I sat with my seniors, ran through the gauntlet, played football, blasted my music, signed yearbooks, and all the rest.
Yesterday was a preview of today: my room filled with plasma screen tvs and gaming consoles, boxes of pizza and soda, and a “screw the man; we survived” mentality. Today was even better (possibly because I didn’t have to pay for anything).
This is amidst the drama: the utter and inexplicable bullshit that public education has become. When good intentioned people pave that wide path to hell. Where the author(s) of Psalm 73 looks down and cringes. Where the undeserving are being rewarded. Where cynicism, anger, hatred, double dealings, and outright lying of the few, begins to take center stage of the achievements of the many.
Thus my attitude for today has been “fuck y’all: I will rejoice in my children.” A part of me is pretty sure this is an accurate, if not vulgar, representation of God’s stance towards certain human endeavors. Madness will reign in some quadrants, and He is aware, and He will in fact deal with that issue, but He will not let that deter Him from loving on, rewarding, and basking with delight in the correct actions of His children. The rain may fall on the just and the unjust, but the righteous shall not be forsaken or left in need of bread, not for very long any way.
They’re mine and I’m proud.
I hate my job. I love my job.
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That is absolutely beautiful … somehow. I even got some tears.