We come to EPACS each week, humping our art supplies, toting little scripts, humming a new tune to teach or tapping our feet to a catchy hip-hop beat, and when we step on the campus, we are greeted by dozens of familiar faces calling out our names, rushing up to us for a hug, winks, smiles, shy little mutterings…and we feel at home. We feel a part of this school. We remember why we make the sluggish trip over 101 with our tentative plans for artistic endeavor, and why we are willing to put up with the push back that is inevitable as we attempt to engage our students in new ways.
In the classroom, squirmy kids take a little longer to settle down than we would like, and staying settled is more the exception. But when they do catch that flow that we all have known as artists, when they apply themselves to the business of creating something all their own, the effect is transcendent.