by Meghan Poff
“The school is the last expenditure upon which America should be willing to economize.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt.
But it’s happening. Programs are getting cut. Teachers are getting laid off, and it’s going to keep happening.
So what?
I’m not a teacher, it’s not my job. I’m not in elementary school, so why should I care if they get art class or not?
But what do you remember from your grade-school days? Not math class, that’s for sure. I remember my time at Floyds Knobs Elementary. During art, my drawings were probably bad at best, but it was my favorite hour of the whole week because it made me feel like I was some sort of creative genius. And as for music, well, when I rocked it out on the xylophone or the recorder, I was somehow put under the illusion that I had some real talent going on here.
In fact it was those fallacies that prompted me to take theater freshman year because, of course, I would be a natural. But, I didn’t end up “commanding the stage with my acting excellence.” Floyd Central has some great actors; I’m just not one of them. Even though I fell flat, I got to see others in my class shine. I’m a bit jealous of their talent, I can’t lie. So I had to ask — how did they get so good?
“Oh yeah I got into theater when I was younger. I was pretty good in art and music, so I thought I’d give it a try.”
“Wow, really, because that’s what I did too, but as you can see, the ‘actor thing’ didn’t really work out for me…”
So obviously, I’m not aiming for a violin scholarship when senior year comes around. But the experience was worthwhile, and you would be surprised how often an embarrassing artwork story of mine fills the awkward gap in conversation.
But what would I do without this vast artistic experience I’ve acquired in my six years of elementary education? Well, I would probably be a square, to say the least. It’s actually a very simple mathematical equation. School, six hours a day + five days a week + too many academic classes – art – music = boring children. If this becomes the trend, my future child might be forced into private school just so he doesn’t become a mind-numbing bore.
The school board will soon realize the error of their ways. Without these foundational classes at the grade school level, creative geniuses such as myself will soon become few and far between. And even if you haven’t been blessed with my God-given abilities, take advantage of the fact that you’ve got that experience under your belt. When you go off to college for instance, your advanced psychology professor doesn’t have to know that the sculpture contest you received first in took place in the second grade. Or that the symphony you composed all by yourself was really a five-line piece on the maracas.
So whether you’re the first chair viola, lead in the school play, or the kid in choir who was told to mouth the words because they were so bad, remember the joy felt when you were younger, creating something magnificent.