This past week was a time-honored high school tradition that I saw afresh with new eyes. As a student, it was the most fun week of the year. Now I understand why this week sparks fear and dread in the hearts of educators and administrators alike....
It all started with Pajama Day. We are a small, private, Christian school featuring a school uniform of white polos and navy blue pants, so I think the mayhem may have resulted from pent-up lack of teen self-expression. I mean, I can only express myself so much by my color of Chuck Taylors that go with my school uni, you know? I pretty much spent the day staring at my shoes, because I felt so very awkward that everywhere my eyes landed I was seeing way too much 15-year-old skin. Ugh tank tops. Then I got militant, fussing at every errant bra strap I saw. Mix and Match Day will be better, right?
Wednesday was "Wannabe Day", with costumes ranging from bumblebees to Kesha to Lady Gaga to an authentic Haitian police uniform, complete with bulletproof vest. I had a Cyndi Lauper, some vampires, a mafioso, many pro athletes, ballerinas, the star of Avatar (the blue one) and all manner of silly things. I went as a cowgirl; my husband went as "a college student" (read: an excuse to wear a Tech tshirt and jeans to work).
Thursday was Formal Day, with my favorite costume being Bearded Tony's "Formal Definition of a Limit". Leave it to the math department.
Friday was Spirit Day.
Those three pictures above? Those 75 or so teenagers? That's our life here in Haiti. Add in another 24 squirrly freshmen, and that's my whole job, my mission field, my herd of sheep, my constant source of worry and prayer and effort. The reason I love my job; the reason I pull out my hair. If this is what it feels like to parent, I will a) never have the emotional energy, I swear, and b) love every minute of it.