I had really been looking forward to volunteering at BJM Elementary from the moment I found out about the opportunity. Unfortunately, my serious lack of  luck with commuting put a serious damper on my mood. On the first Thursday of my service, I arrived at BJM shamefully late, extremely irritated, utterly cold, and overall upset. Thankfully, as worthwhile things usually have a way of turning up, the minute I met Ms. Stacy, the Assistant Director, my sour mood completely vanished. Her smile lit up the room and her kindness and understanding made me remember why I had applied to help in the first place. The school’s environment was warm and welcoming. The kids radiated with cheerfulness and energy. “What’s your name?” she asked.

My heart filled with excitement.

Ms. Stacy started off by showing me around and informing me on the afternoon system. She finished the orientation by bringing me to the Craft room where I was introduced to two of the sweetest ladies I have ever met. They were so hospitable, urging me to sit down and color with the kids while they brought me some refreshments, apple cider and donut holes. My smile felt permanent. They were so kindhearted and friendly, asking me about my background and schooling, as well as sharing about themselves and their homes. “What’s your name?” they asked.

My heart filled with warmth.

For the rest of the afternoon, I sat in between a third grade girl who had been to Spain and loved to draw dragons and a first grade boy who played lacrosse and loved to play guessing games. I met two other little girls, one who’s sister went to Cornell and the other who’s dad was from Ethiopia. I met a few boys who liked to make pretend food out of play-do and bring them to the girls. They were a shy, but lively bunch of kids. It took them some time to adjust to my presence, but soon enough, they were telling me stories, bringing me toys, and drawing me pictures. “What’s your name?” they giggled.

My heart filled with joy.

“It’s Paola. What’s yours?”