It's Been Crazy

Part of being sane is being a little bit crazy. –Janet Long

Bravery. That’s the first word that comes to mind when I think of teachers allowing their students to thrust themselves into a full-fledged Crazy Week.

Last week was PHA’s annual Crazy Week. The week was full of mismatched clothing, slippers and cowboy boots, musical Christmas ties, Eeyore pajama pants, face paint and hair dye (washable, of course!). Mr. Scott, Mrs. Clemens, and Mrs. Coleman make sure we get the education we need, but oh boy, do they also make sure we get to have some fun mixed with our tireless efforts! It was refreshing to get out of the normal routine and go a little crazy.

It is easy to take for granted all of the many different things our teachers do for us every day. But when I stop to think about the hours they spend repeating the same formula over and over and over, trying to get it into our heads; or explaining the differences between gerunds, participles, and infinitives yet one more time; or patiently listening to us stumble through passages we have “memorized," I become extremely thankful for the time they invest in our lives.  Just knowing they truly care about each one of us, well, that’s indescribable.

I have been blessed to have attended Christian day schools from kindergarten through the present day, and as I reach the end of this chapter in my life, I become more and more grateful for this privilege. The theorems, postulates, punctuation rules, and history lessons do not begin to compare to the lessons I have been taught in the weekly chapels, and morning devotions, or personalized talks with my teachers. Each one in their own way has taught me so much, and has become a wonderful influence in my walk with the Lord. I treasure these times, and as I turn the page to discover the next chapter, I will remember their loving discipline, their encouragement, their instruction, and their friendship.

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