In our ‘creative space’, the world expands –
We examine, we see, today in our hands
How we learn; what we want this place to be,
Inside out, outside in, a space as we make it
Is not what we’re told it should have been.
Each space is made of much, much more
Than four walls, a ceiling, and one door
And the space we take up on the floor.
Safe space needs us all to make it whole –
No scores kept, we work towards one goal.
In this space we choose not to confine
Ourselves to learning only line by line,
To a world laid out in black and white,
But one with lots of ways of being right –
We find out, discover; no need to define,
Communicate, creating; swelling our sight,
We’ll find all we need; we’ll take the time
We use many tools, from drumbeats to light.
We know there are no failures, few wrongs,
Let’s explore; own this, and let us all belong –
Let us do something different, Let us all fit
Off the page, we write it – so we’re all part of it.
Why should learning not be fun? Why should it ever be a bore?
Let’s find ways we like to use our minds so we can get out more.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch