What She Wore: blue jeans; blue tee with old paint stains, trusty tennis shoes.
I am hot under the collar today.
This morning (a Saturday) I awoke at seven o’clock, so that I could go to a local elementary school and volunteer my services. It’s Sharefest–a day that many local churches participate in–a day where we go to area schools and do various things at the school’s request.
I volunteered for the mural commitee–I like painting, and I’ve done murals before, so I figured perfect. The school wanted four different murals done, but we didn’t have enough people, so we had to decide not to do one. I worked in a special ed room (gotta represent)–we had a design that the school’s art teacher had sketched with bears and alphabet blocks. In the other two rooms, there was no set design–the teachers had requested that there be elephants and books above the alphabet.
We worked for three and a half hours to get the murals painted.
After the murals were completed, some of the teachers came by to examine the work that had been done in their classroom. They decided that they did not like the murals and asked us if we could paint over them. CAN YOU BELEIVE THE NERVE OF THESE PEOPLE? Apparently, there had been a miscommunication–they already had an alphabet on the top of the blackboard, and they wanted just books and elephants painted above that. Our team had painted the alphabet as well. They thought that was too babyish for a third grade and a fifth grade classroom. They said our kids already know the alphabet.
Here’s where my rant begins:
First, the alphabet is NEVER babyish–it is used by many high-functioning adults on a regular basis. Plus, they already have the alphabet in the classroom–they didn’t think it was babyish then.
Second, the kids don’t know the alphabet that well–I’ve got kids that enter MY classroom (seventh and eighth grade) who don’t have a good grasp on letter sounds. Perhaps they are in need of a refresher.
Third, have they never heard of the term graciousness? Is it a foreign concept? I was raised to NEVER comment on a gift I was given. NEVER. Basic, run-of-the-mill manners. These people waltz in, insult the work that was done and then ASK US TO DO MORE WORK BY PAINTING OVER IT.
The worst part was that we didn’t even get to do all the murals we were asked to do–we didn’t have enough people.
Everyone on the mural teams got disgusted and left. I have no idea if they got anyone to paint over them or not–frankly, I doubt anyone would.
Did we do the right thing? I think probably not, but I resisted telling some people off! Argh.