Change.
This is something that is constantly on my mind. I crave change. Change, to me, is movement – preferably, but not always in a forward motion, but movement none-the-less.
After I wrote my first blog, reflecting on a 14-hour day of inspiration, I found myself thinking up all sorts of change. Both personally and professionally, I was ready to make some changes.
As many of you know, I work with a group of teens that are “troubled” according to the standards of traditional public education. They have grown up in households where parents gave up on them a long time ago, they have attended schools where their teachers and fellow peers do not believe in their capabilities, and now as they approach their young adult years, they have adopted these beliefs as their own.
I hear their stories and inside I cringe. Every day I rack my brain trying to come up with fun games, expressive art projects and creative writing exercises that may provide them with opportunities to see life in a different light. I want to change the way they see themselves and their lives. But is this my job? Am I even capable of such a thing? Am I getting overly ambitious with these kids, as I’ve only been meeting with them for 2.5 months? Everyone in their lives, including them, thinks of them as “lost causes.”
This isn’t fair. These kids deserve a chance … shoot, these kids deserve MANY chances to see what life CAN be. Yes, they’re probably going to mess up and they’re probably not going to know what to do with positive experiences but they just might surprise people. Is this too much to hope for? Is there a way to start showing these kids that they truly do have a say in how life can be?
Recently, I drafted a 'Random Acts of Kindness' program proposal that I thought the kids might enjoy and benefit from. My hope was for the students to be acknowledged for positive actions they are involved with and not just negative ones. I was pumped about this idea and decided to run it by a few students.
After talking some students about my ideas, they looked at me with genuine eyes and broke the news to me. “Miss Robyn, we appreciate what you’re trying to do, and it’s really cool of you. But you can’t change us. We are who we are. And we’re not going to say nice things about other students – we just don’t do that. But you can try your idea, we just don’t think it will work.”
I felt utterly deflated. My heart broke a little and I just wanted to put my face in my hands. Part of me was relieved to get this feedback now, rather than later, in front of the entire room of students and teachers. The other part of me was disappointed that my idea wasn’t as effective as I’d hoped. Finally, the last thing that went through my mind was, “Wait a minute, these sweet students felt bad for me. They were exhibiting empathy – something that I was told they were INCAPABLE of feeling towards or showing others.”
So in my moment of feeling defeated, I was ironically feeling a bit triumphant. I appreciated their ability to speak honestly with me, and in respecting them and asking for feedback they were empathetic towards me. This was quite the eye-opener.
Just when you think change is not possible, when you think it’s out of your reach, when you can’t imagine it being further from your reality – take a longer look at what’s right in front of you. You just may be surprised at the change that’s hiding beneath the surface.
-R