The Adventures of Miss Wally Wall
For the past fifteen years I have wandered artistically through the hallways and the outside fields of Aurora Senior Public School, and for a few years at George Street Public School, as a school assistant during the lunch hour from September to June of each year. I have worked though all kinds of weather: rain, snow, and sunny days. Iíve cared for all of the students: some who stayed but a brief time; some with learning disabilities some having gifted abilities; and a few students whom I knew since Junior Kindergarten who have now graduated from grade eight. Each year, I shed a few tears when I realized that the grade eight classes would begin a new journey in their educational lives. I wished them great success.
On some occasions, I do run into them and each young lady or young man tells me what they are doing in the world now. Most have gone onto college, university, or are graduating from grade twelve as I write. But whatever happens, they were part of my life and I guess each day at school, I was part of theirs. My favorite moments were when those lost students were struggling, or, at times, behaving badly then found their way only to cross paths with me during the summer. In excited thoughts, they told me how well they are doing now in their lives. This story began long ago when I was sitting in my living room. One day I thought, God if someone knocks on my door and offers me a job, I will take it.Ě
About two days later, Linda would do exactly that. I had volunteered with her for The Aurora Agricultural Society Horse Show and Fair. Her own two children went to Aurora Senior Public School and she too assisted at lunch. I kept my pact with God and I have remained there for the past fifteen years.
I know one day my time will come for me, to leave but something has always kept me there all these years. It was of course the students. Deoborah Campo