a job description?
my brother was a brilliant administrator,
his care of his workers, outstanding,
when he died, they lined the streets of Cartersville, Georgia,
to honor his passing,
yet he asserted that he hated job descriptions,
because they easily morphed
into settling for the lesser in what one can do,
in who one is as part of the larger whole,
when I started at Carolina Friends School,
I felt a calling to the students,
to the school, to the future,
an imperative to do whatever needed doing,
whether in my own classes,
with my own students,
or in the larger whole
where a piece of trash might need
to be picked up, a colleague helped,
where an emergency might need somebody, me?
to deal with the snake,
to find a way forward
when the inevitable glitch manifested,
a snowy walkway to be cleaned,
I am now retired
so my job description is non-existent,
the question: "What is your role at the school?"
worth a belly laugh,
yet I still feel the imperative
of helping create and maintain a school
so that the best within the students
can be seen, helped to develop,
so that the best of the potential CFS community
can be allowed and helped
to come into the fullness of what is possible,
such an open-ended charge can be a lot,
yet anything less is too little
for what the great work of a school demands.
by Henry H. Walker
July 23, ‘26
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