edu180atl: quinton walker 10.22.12
There’s a certain irony that I’m writing today. You see, I slept in on this spectacular Monday morning. No bells, no students, no rush hour traffic. I was 500 miles away over the weekend. I was visiting family, building friendships with some really special people, and playing a game I love dearly — volleyball.
I had looked forward to this weekend for months. This weekend was about restoration. About connection. About being away from my world – of students, of committee meetings, of policy memos to write for graduate school. Those of us caught in the webs of education often find that pushing ourselves just a bit too hard becomes more commonplace than exception. And this weekend, I was determined, would be a weekend full of purposeful distraction.
The weekend was indeed spectacular. I shared meals with my dad, grandmother, aunts, and cousins, people I care deeply for but have been negligent of given my strenuous schedule. I laughed until I cried with some friends who, though relatively new in my life, feel as if they have been there for years. I even won a medal for my team’s efforts on the court.
Yet, I drove away from my friend’s house this morning in a funk. I was undeniably sad. Hadn’t I left Atlanta under the auspices of restoration, of connection, and of escape?
I didn’t want the weekend to end. But I knew the unwritten comments and policy memos, the unsent e-mails, and the unplanned classes were still there, waiting to be written and planned.
I’m learning there’s no sense in expending energy to “escape” my life. It is omnipresent, just as it is for each of you. Reflecting helps me realize, however, that my challenge rests in embracing the weekend for exactly what it was intended to be – a purposeful distraction.
As I write from the couch, I’m still a bit sad. But my life is in a better place because of it.
About the author: Quinton is nursing two sore knees. By day, he asks kiddos to think. By night, he is asked to think. He is the Director of the Program for Global Citizenship at HIES.