Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Why I Love My School


I was crossing our main arcade a few minutes ago and happened to look up towards the office. Hidden behind the tallest stack of books I’ve ever seen was the smallest Freshman I’ve ever seen, inching his way down the hall. John Sisk, Custodian Extraordinaire, came out of a side hallway on his way to his next task that you or I would be loath to do but that he does regularly.
Without a beat, John shouted towards the well-hidden over-burdened boy, “You headed to 900?” The boy uttered what can only be described as a book-muffled “Yeah” as John approached him. By this time I was across the arcade and the pair were hidden from my view, but I stopped and waited. Not fifteen seconds later John and said boy passed by, walking side-by-side, sharing the oppressive load of academia that was previously the lone boy’s burden.

Thank you, John, for reminding me what it’s all about.
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