You might be wondering why the dogs have a front and centre seat to Leify’s launch. We were asking ourselves that too, right after the rocket flew and Oscar had the bejesus scared out of him! In retrospect we’d planned to shoot the rocket on the grass and ended up moving it last minute because of the way the wind was blowing. Poor Oscar.
Hayden’s rocket went even higher than the previous launches and he pushed the button so fast that only I saw it fire!
A small group of teens, curiously not in class like all the other kids seemed to be, stopped to watch the rocket launches. Clearly they wanted to take part in the fun and were a little confused when we invited them to speculate as to how the rockets worked. I can only suppose that this group of ragamuffins are used to being ignored and shunned. We included them like the equals they are.
I run at this track every other day at various times in the morning which gives me an interesting look at different classes, teachers, students and free time (is it still called recess?). This view leaves me feeling compassion for the many teens who don’t “fit in” or are treated by the teachers with little respect but mostly this view solidifies my disdain for the school system in general. I can’t totally blame the teachers for their shameless contempt and apathy. Society in general seems to act this way towards kids and teens more specifically. Many of the teenagers I meet live up to these low expectations and are often supremely apathetic and unkind.
When I run, in true Canadian fashion, I try to smile and say hi to those that I pass. Many times the kids or teachers smile back, sometimes with a “hi” or “I love your dog”. Other times the kids stare right through me or make less than subtle comments about my reddened face or my apparent lack of fashion sense. Oh, to suffer such a cruel sense of fashion which allows no room for variation from the rigid expected standards.
I wish school looked different than it does. At the very least, I wish the teachers were engaging the students and working with them with respect and decency. It would be nice if the teachers modelled a way of being that could in turn be admirably termed ‘cool’ instead of trying to be the kid’s current version of ‘cool’ which looks more like being dismissive and arrogant.
Rockets are tons of fun, at least until one gets hung up in a tree. Then you have to hop some fences, wade through a frigid creek, sneak onto a golf course and climb onto a friend’s shoulders and into a tree. Not even help from the gang of ragamuffins could get our rocket out of the tree’s clutch. Cam went for a ladder but that was the end of rocket launching for the day.