It’s not just teachers who are stretched thin these days. I got an email last week from one of our school counselors – would I be willing to chaperone a field trip of 10 or so senior students to a scholarship luncheon? The counselors had to be at day-long event downstate and wanted to make sure our kids did not have to miss out on this opportunity.
You got it.
So at 10:45 this morning I was on a bus with 20 seniors from the two high schools in our district, heading to a banquet center in the ‘burbs for the Latinos Count Viva College! Scholarship Lunch.
The counselors did all the background work so it was pretty much plug & play – they emailed me the roster of students and the tickets for the venue, dropped off the signed permission slips and we were good to go.
So, about that permission slip – it mentioned that the students would be provided with a box lunch from our cafeteria. I thought that was a little odd since lunch was included in the program. But like I said, I joined the festivities well past the planning stage. And if the kids were supposed to get lunch and I didn’t follow through, that’s a problem. So I swing by the cafeteria to find out what I can.
You guessed it. They were not aware of any request for lunches. One long look from the cafeteria director, and I’m preparing to be sent on my way empty-handed. No paperwork, no proper channels, the first of our four lunches is going to start in 20 minutes or so, and here comes this fool asking for a bunch of to-go packages.
And then: “How many kids? When do you leave?”
Ten kids. Maybe 15 minutes.
And in the blink of an eye she mobilized her entire staff to assemble the box lunches. Even got me a big cardboard box to carry them in. It was amazing. For those ten minutes this was the only job that mattered to the ladies in the cafeteria, that our students were taken care of.
That’s what it means to be a Morton Governor, right there.
So I come back to the A door, round up my kids and the bus pulls up. It’s one of our accessible busses so it has fewer seats than the traditional design. In fact, it’s two seats short. A couple of us tried to go three-wide across the bench seat, which would be tolerable for the half-hour trip. Just then one of busses dropping kids back at school from the career center pulled up. He discharged his kids, and our driver walked out to meet him. I knew was she was doing as soon as she took the first step. Our driver took it upon herself to trade busses so all our kids would have a seat and travel in safety and comfort. Who does that? The men and women who drive for the School City of Hammond, that’s who.
(Oh BTW she picked the perfect radio station for the trip, too. And flawlessly navigated around several expressway on-ramp closures).
Twice in the span of a half-hour I saw people who interact with our kids every day make split-second decisions all based on making sure our students were taken care of and treated right. It was awesome and inspiring.
Our kids enjoyed a fabulous lunch of chicken piccata, mashed potatoes, and fresh veggies. They met up with friends who live in neighboring cities. The emcee invited the attendees to stand up and group up with people they shared a country of heritage with. Then he called them out one at a time, each to a raucous cheer. “Where’s my Mexicans? Where are the Cubans? How about Puerto Rico? Colombia? Ecuador? Who’s here from the Dominican Republic?”
Everybody in the room felt seen.
But that was just the beginning. The Latinos Count website states the organization’s purpose:
The executive director pointed out that there were officials from several local universities at the event. He challenged the kids in attendance – if you are putting in the work in school, you deserve to have schools fighting over you. He pointed out the Latino president of Valparaiso University and said, “If you have a 4.0, I want you to walk up to José Padilla, shake his hand, look him in the eye, introduce yourself and say ‘I have a 4.0 in school. What will you do for me to get me to go to VU?'”
Bold. But this guy walks his talk. This wasn’t a feel-good event to check off a DEI box.
A lot of people went out of their way to make sure kids were put first today, and helped along the pathway to their tomorrow. Including a bunch that do their job every day outside of the spotlight. They deserve every shoutout that comes their way. So damn proud to be a Governor right now.
You might even be able to talk me into taking some Morton kids on a college trip or two.