The beauty of the academy is that every Friday of the three weeks is a "field trip" day. The first Friday was a day that we would be taking the students (100 of them) on a moderately strenuous hike. Generally, a hike in a beautiful canyon with an incredible view of Downtown Los Angeles and the Santa Monica Bay, is something to which I would look forward. This particular Friday, however, I was anything BUT looking forward to it.
Thursday night had found me at a movie screening for a film festival followed by an after party. I had a great time on Thursday night. But, the light of day Friday brought with it a far-less-than-my-best self. Not enough sleep, dehydration, and the rest of that stuff that goes along with going out on a school night.
I made my way to work on Friday morning running late, having forgotten to bring water, food, or even money to buy those things. I was sure my wallet was lying amongst the pile of hastily discarded clothes still on the floor of my bedroom. Oh well, I had no choice but to get through it. I had a responsibility to the academy, and the students. Although I did walk onto campus knowing it would be the worst day ever.
After attempting fruitlessly to open the auditorium where the kids would be meeting, my frustration only grew. I proceeded to the Attendance Office where a pleasant staff member was getting ready to start her day. When I entered, she spoke. "Good Morning!" My response was simple. "I can't open the door to Gilbert Hall. Is it broken, or am I just an idiot?" She responded by helping me open the door. Turns out I am, in fact, an idiot.
Thirty minutes later, we were heading out to begin the hike. I was approached by one beautifully shy girl. She shifted her eyes to the side and gave me an uncertain smile. "Ms. Thompson, my mom is picking me up at 10. I can't go on the hike. What should I do? Where will I go?"
I asked, "Why are you leaving?" She looked away. "I'm having surgery today."
I was shocked. "Oh my gosh! Why did you even come? You didn't have to come."
She smiled. "The rules for the academy say one and done." She was referring to the fact that we had a strict policy stating that one absence led to dismissal from the program. I was deeply touched by her dedication to remaining a part of this voluntary leadership program. She was having surgery today for crying out loud! I was feeling sorry for myself due to pain created by my own self-destructive over-indulgence. This kid was experiencing legitimate pain, and doing it with dignity.
I walked her to the Attendance Office where I, once again, encountered the cheerful staff member. I led the girl into the office, "Ms. C, this is E. She can't go on the hike. Can she stay here and be your helper until her mother picks her up?"
Ms. C smiled. "Of course." She motioned for E to join her. "Thank you." I turned to leave the office.
"Mystic?" Upon hearing my name, I turned back. "Yes?"
Ms. C was still smiling. "I'm glad to see you found your smile somewhere out there."
I responded without even thinking. "Something about once the kids get here. I always find it."
As I made my way to the flagpole where the group was now gathering, I realized how much I love my job. I realized how the youthful energy that I was fortunate enough to be surrounded by every single day invigorated me, no matter what my mood.
If you are not someone who has the opportunity to be in the presence of young people on a regular basis, I challenge you to find a way to do so. Volunteer, baby-sit for friends with children, something. Put yourself in the presence of youthful energy. You will not be disappointed.