The first few years following the teach art and reclaim a chunk of my life reboot, we lost at least one student each year. I felt helpless, even when the student hadn't been one of mine. I pulled one weeping student off the bathroom floor, got him to the help that he needed to be able to finish the remaining outstanding items between the bathroom and graduation. He walked with his class. He didn't survive the summer.

I lead a semi-charmed life. At least, that's how it appears to me from the inside, most of the time. I thought, at one point, that I might be able to put my meager skills to work for some positive messaging. I started with some ham-fisted A3W posters and moved up to a half dozen or so bullentin boards when they became available. While I tend to bristle at excessively "happy"/motivational messaging, these posters align with my core beliefs with regard to how I make art, and how the world works. Or, perhaps, how I successfully work in the world. They are ideas I hope to instill in my students.

Do they help? I don't know. Proving a negative remains outside of the scope of reality. They help me, maybe. That might be enough.