For the inner-city-school children I serve through a literacy intervention program, school began last Friday. For Kate it begins today. And for me, the part of work where I interact heavily with others (rather than putter around cleaning, sorting and storing supplies on my lonesome) began last Monday, but doubles in earnestness and intensity this week. Time to gather the volunteers, new and old, who together with the aforementioned children are the heart and soul of our program. Work, work, work.
It is also time for me to stop reading novels and start reading theology. School for me begins the 16th but the prep work for that weekend class is … well, there is a lot of it. And there will be writing to do immediately after and then prep work for the next weekend in October. For more than one reason I will not go into here today, I am having a little trouble knuckling down and getting to the beginning of all that.
First, however, there is a letter to write and forms to photocopy and send out to prospective volunteers. There is a display to prepare and brochures to update. There are folders to ready for the 200-some Kindergarten and 1st grade students, or 300-some if we are going to take on properly the whole of 2nd grade this year as we have been asked to do for the second time by both the principal and the four of five 2nd grade teachers whose classrooms have not been included in the program before now.
And we really should. It is not fair to work with one class when all five need our support. Children notice inequity! They notice everything.