Planting seeds of strength with Amanda Gorman's inspiring poem
This article was originally published in Notes from the Field, a series on The Global Sisters Report (https://www.globalsistersreport.org/authors/maddie-thompson).
WICKATUNK, NEW JERSEY — A task Collier High School students in studio arts undertake in a typical year involves painting the high school windows with a poem and artwork to welcome in each new season. There are about 25 large windows that each get covered with snowflakes, fall leaves, pumpkins, flowers and more, depending on the time of year. The students spend an entire day scraping old artwork and poetry off the windows before covering sponges and brushes in paint to usher in a new season. This tradition brings color and life into our hallways.
Because of safety concerns about the coronavirus, the students were unable to help paint the windows this school year. Instead, I took on the responsibility of cleaning the windows and redecorating them to welcome in our next season of spring.
After a few weeks back in person in January, our entire school switched to remote learning for two weeks out of an abundance of caution because of a coronavirus exposure. During this time, I committed to cleaning and painting the windows before students returned to campus. Each day after school during this remote-learning period, I chipped away at the cleaning process. To my surprise, I often found one or two windows cleaned in my absence. I wondered if any staff members had been visiting the school and helping me with the task. After asking around for a week, I was no closer to finding the unsung Collier hero.
As I copied her words onto the windows, I felt as though I was carrying her message into our classrooms, hallways and lunchrooms. Beneath Gorman's words, I painted flowers of all colors, shapes and sizes.
As I was nearing the end of the painting process one evening, Andrea, a member of our incredible cleaning crew, stopped to compliment my flowers. After sharing my thanks, I asked if she had helped with the clearing and cleaning of the windows the week before. Andrea nodded and smiled, explaining that when she was not too busy cleaning the rest of the school, she worked to clear the windows for a short time.
I was overcome with gratitude for this woman who shared her time, energy and elbow grease to help me fill the halls of Collier with a little beauty. Keeping our school doors open during a pandemic places extra burdens on those who work tirelessly to keep our campus clean and safe. Andrea, like many others at Collier, simply stepped up to do the work in front of her without being prompted.
Andrea's witness models how each small task at Collier is not simply part of the job, but rather contributes to a larger mission. At Collier, we plant seeds and care for what begins to bud. However, this work is always a team effort, and it takes a village to build a healthy environment for true growth.
During these two weeks of remote learning, I was reminded of the moments before a harvest, the quiet before a bloom. As I painted daisies and tulips of all colors on the windows, I thought of the many colors our students carry onto this campus, the way our students uniquely bring themselves into this quiet space in the woods. The campus becomes holy ground each time our students christen it with their presence, struggles and joys.
School during a pandemic has been by no means easy or without obstacles. In many ways, Collier's ability to teach our students in person has been a great blessing. Most of our students are better able to thrive when in person and on campus.
However, in-person instruction has also been exhausting. Wearing masks, social distancing, using desk barriers, postponing clubs and activities, occasionally switching to remote learning and experiencing unreliable internet connections, dealing with difficult home situations, feeling separated from community, losing family and friends, and more have gradually chipped away at our resilience.
Amanda Gorman's words resonate in a particular way as I think back on the first half of our school year:
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: That even as we grieved, we grew That even as we hurt, we hoped That even as we tired, we tried
As we experienced loss and change this year, we discovered community and creativity. As we encountered new obstacles and wounds, we were continually inspired by fellow students or staff members. As we grew weary of remote learning and physical distancing, we recommitted to keeping one another safe.