Work Done, Then Fun?
Work Done, Then Fun?
What about both at the same time? My dad has always used this saying to convince my brother and I to buckle down and do our homework: an incentive for us to get through what was assigned and to the fun and games beyond. I thought this project would be much of the same.
My teammates and I were at first daunted by the sheer size and complexity of the project we were about to undertake, and I couldn’t even begin to fathom what the finished product would look like. It was intimidating to think about, and the first few weeks of building went slow for us. I was getting worried that this was going to be yet another project of simply going through the motions, as I hadn’t grasped success yet. Boy was I wrong.
As the deck, walls, and eventual roof begin going up all around us, I began relishing the building process. It was a special treat to finally get to leave my 7th period classes on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons because I knew an actual fun class was waiting for me the next morning, with actual, real life skills and lessons to be learned. Nailing became as natural as balancing a chemical equation; sawing as natural as annotating an article for an author’s purpose. Our progress became measurable and our goals became achievable as playhouses began to look less and less like skeletal frames and more and more like, you know, playhouses.
Most exciting about each of the houses is that each one is unique, with each one reflecting a little bit about some of its group members. The most striking example is the two-story castle playhouse, which stands out amongst its shorter counterparts. Some have yet to really define themselves; mine, for instance, has yet to experience the mural that will cover its splintery skin. We hope it will turn out well, and extra time and detail may be needed to make sure this is the case. Either way, I know that both my teammates and I are grateful that this project is one that we are truly motivated to come in and work hard everyday to achieve our goals; the mundane drudgery of high school being righteously, if briefly, chopped apart by my saw blade on Wednesday and Friday mornings.