2 years ago
Posted by: lastmangoinparis
On Tuesday, the students travel to Hay Community school, where we take part in a workshop led by Jacob and Peter. I speak to students whose fathers, uncles, and brothers have been murdered in gang related incidents. This shocks me. These children are beautiful; softly spoken, almost bashful, polite, and inquisitive. I will miss them.
Hay is not a well-resourced school. They have no arts department, as such. But despite the lack of funds available to make the school function, the staff we meet are inspiring. The bow tied head teacher has time for everyone, talking to each and every child as they leave the school gate.
It’s an incredibly moving day for all involved; Miriam describes it well in a post below. I sit on the bus on the way back to Oak Park, in contemplation of how the chips fall for each and every one of us. One of our students, Grace, captures the moment.
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