Its Sunday night, so I'm two days late but this post will be about more than just Day 7, Friday. I work in a community that is about 15 miles south of Santa Cruz called Watsonville. Watsonville is a small town with a rich history. Its primary commerce is agricultural and currently there is a majority Latino population, but it has changed over the years. From my observations, something that hasn't changed is a town rooted in tradition and family. My school is over 120 years old and many of the teachers at my school, attended high school there. Watsonville High School- I am a proud Wildcat!
Friday night we had a football rally in the quad where parents, families, community members and of course students danced and played and hooted and hollered. It was a new kind of kick off rally and it really brought the community together, along with getting kids excited about school and the football season. I forget how important these events are until a parent searches me out to tell me thank you or how their kid liked my class last year.
The next day I was at another Watsonville Community event- a food truck block party- where I saw old students, a few co-workers and more parents!
Then today, I attended Watsonville Pride Parade, where I marched with a co worker, my partner, an ex principal of Watsonville High School and many members of the community. Once again, I saw parents and I saw students- new and old.
I have always thought of myself as a little bit of an outsider to Watsonville because I live in Santa Cruz, but that went away this weekend. And I'm grateful for that.
I really am a part of the Watsonville community.
The rate of return for spending time in my school community outside of the classroom is very high!