Yesterday, our school repeated a now annual event. The event, put on by our student council, and a couple of very enthusiastic staff advisers, is meant to provide an opportunity for community and character building.
The event is called "Harvest Hillbilly Day" and entails various thematic events including seed spitting, line dancing, and hay bail tossing - I'm a good spitter, apparently. Best of all, we all are to be dressed up in "hillbilly" garb.
Well, it seemed that everyone had fun. The full range of enthusiasm was exhibited. There were kids and staff who went whole hog (sorry) and then there were those who had fun in spite if there effort not to.
I saw students who seemed to evolve from near fainting at the idea of being conspicuous and doing something potentially humiliating, to the hope of 'I'm doing this and I'm still alive', to the pride of conquering something and growing up just a little bit.
For me personally, the line dancing was useful for me as a spiritual discipline. I surrendered my pride, my self-protection, and for the sake of the students, showed them all just how poorly I dance. At one point, a pair of students were laughing so hard at my terrible footwork and bewilderment at the steps, that I lost my composure and began laughing at them laughing at me.
Fun was had by all and I think we all learned something about ourselves and each other.
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