August 22nd, 2013 Harvest Church, Wautaga, Tx.
I put together my speech using Mad-Libs, so please forgive me if it doesn’t make sense at times.
Welcome to yet another new and exciting school year in the Northwest Independent School District.
Each year is very much like an untouched canvas that may look blank to us now, but is always brimming with tangible possibility. Buried in that clean slate is a potential masterpiece waiting to receive its color, shape and form.
Educators are a particular type of artist. We dabble in a strange art. Not only is the coming year a blank canvas, but so is the interplay between us and our students. We affect and inspire our students, but we are also inspired by them. Sometimes in the here and now and other times years later when our lives cross paths. Each of our lessons, comments, and facial expressional is a brush stroke. Each late night watching game film, experimenting with new technology. or refreshing old lessons is a brush stroke.
Each of these taken in abstract doesn’t seem like much, but at the end of the year when you see the flow and harmony of all of the colors and textures…it all makes sense. Our first brush strokes help determine the rest. In the coming days consider your tools and resources. Which brushes will you be using. Consider which type of paint and which colors you’ll employ to bring out the masterpiece that is waiting for you in that blank canvas. Thank you.
Thrasymakos 