Tomorrow starts the first day of practicum, and boy howdy, is there a lot to do this time. We are expected to teach just about every day- but *breathe in, breathe out* I am not worrying about that yet. Not yet because I haven't even met my mentor teacher yet. Not yet, not yet, not yet...
But practicum is not my to-do pass off. This pass off is very late in the writing. For this one, I wanted to work in soup kitchen.
Cinematic masterpieces throughout the years often have a main character that needs to be taught a lesson and is therefore forced to work in a soup kitchen:
- His whole life changes when he gives that little girl a bowl of soup for Thanksgiving dinner and she smiles at him-
- or worse, a tear rolls down her cheek and she gives him a hug-
- he's speechless
- that hug is no doubt the first hug ever in his life since his father is such a heartless business man
- But his father is really just misunderstood and the main character realizes that family is more important that pride or greed
- He decides that he to needs to forgive his father.
- His heart is melted.
- How could he have ever been so selfish???
- He vows to pay for every orphan's college education until he dies.
Very cliche, but I must admit, it gets me every time!
I started working at the Food and Care Coalition every week last February. I was expecting long lines of poor, tired, yearning to breathe free people, but that is not at all what I got.
At the Food and Care Coalition, I saw babies in carseats, old people, college students, teenagers and pre-teens, pregnant mothers, all races. I heard different languages and felt extremely self-conscious about my pathetic Spanish skills.
The people that came to the Food and Care Coalition did not file past and pick up a tray- we served them, waited on them, and helped them clean up. It was dignified- not at all degrading. I learned so much about people during that semester of work.
For all of you who are in Provoland March 4, 2011, I strongly endorse Bowls for Humanity. This is a program done yearly where local students and artists donate their pottery, and soup is provided either by a caterer or the Food and Care Coalition. You pay $5 and get a unique piece of ceramic and a bowl of soup. ALL of the proceeds go to the Food and Care Coalition.
I go every year.
You can learn more about it here, and I strongly recommend that you attend. It's phenomenal- it may even change your life.
