It is probably the most challenging thing I have ever done....this teaching in D.C. I knew going in, of course, that it would be difficult, that D.C. is the 2nd worst district in the US but somehow that did not percolate. Now, however, I am faced daily with groups of children who have been trained to 'get by' not to ' do their best', trained to believe ( 8th grade told me this straight out) that to get their respect I must shout at them like animals, trained to react in anger and violence and give in to fits of rage.
Daily, I hold myself together and ask for their attention, daily I wait and wait and wait until they begin to yell at eachother for quiet. It is progress but it is so slow that I fear the time I have with them will be over before we get any art done.
8th grade, however, has really produced some excellent examples of fine drawing. I am proud of them and the work they are begining to do. Once they realized that getting by isn't enough for me, they buckled down. Now, I sitll hear " this is too hard" at least 20-30 times a day but they are doing it and redoing it when I ask.
Progress.
Slow....slow progress.
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