And yet, the job still needs done. That's why about once or twice a year, I spring into action to convert the yard from its barren wasteland-like state, into summer mode. While not a complicated task, it usually takes all day between weeding, feeing, hedging, bleaching, scrubbing, fertilizing, edging, and of course mowing. As the day has come to a close, I look around the yard and realize two things: 1) It's still the same yard, nothing too amazing, 2) I can understand why my parents did the work. Because it was there house. Because they owned it. I never really "owned" the house/yard growing up, so I could not have cared less what it looks like, but now that the house is mine, it takes on a new perspective.
While there are many parallels between today's spring cleaning and my job at school, the idea of ownership is a big one. The difference between students who impress me, and the students who get by...is the fact that the impressive students own their work. It may not be their favorite subject, but if their name is on the project, they want to make sure they're proud of it. The others...well, they act exactly like a non-owner. How do we make all students own their work? As always, that's the big mystery.