Exhausted. Mosquito-ridden. Exuberant.
We are leaving the house at 7am tomorrow to go wash trees in a nearby farm, or field, or some place with trees that need to be washed. I believe the purpose is to step into the shows of the people who live here, most of whom are field or farm workers.
We had a truly inspring showing today, with everyone giving an inspired performance for the whole group. Later in the day we had a jam session, which I may or may not have dreamed. It was abstract and amazing enough to be a dream, if my subconscious were like the coolest thing in the world.
Okay, this is where we're at:
INSPIRE STUDENTS TO APPLY THE EXPERIENCES, LESSONS AND VALUES GAINED FROM THE ARTISTIC PROCESS TO THE WAY THEY REALIZE THEIR POTENTIAL AND THEIR APPROACH TO THE WORLD."
That, so far, after much diligent debate and profound deliberation, is our Mission Statement.
A small note to Mr. Mission Statement: As we, your simultaneous parents and pupils, are changing every day (hopefully for the better) so you may change quite often (hopefully the same).
Or you could be perfect, as my mother would say, "Just the way you are."
We shall see how we feel tomorrow. Which is coming very soon.
Goodnight.
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Oh brother! Am i with you in Spirit! And admiring your ability to specifically chose your words to breathe life into this sucka! Woof! I too ask Mother Mission Statement that she pave the way and upon hitting the wall, change course, let be, and redirect so that the path remain clear, available and attainable. Keep strong!!!
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