Deputy Principal's Report

End of Term

As we reflect of the end of Term 3 it is normal for us all to think about what has gone well over the past 10 weeks and of course human nature then brings us to reflect (but hopefully not dwell) on what we hope had gone better.

This Term had so many highlights, where our students were able to shine across so many spheres: their academic pursuits, the arts in particular Beauty and the Beast, sport with so many Pennants there should probably be an SIS inquiry, Debating and of course Outreach with continued involvement in so many activities such as Ozanam. Our students should be commended for all these efforts…but for when things don’t go quite as we hoped, what can we do? Definitely we should all be striving for self-improvement in Term 4 to finish off 2017 as well as we can, but maybe another strategy is to re-imagine or re-frame our own frailties and shortcomings… How can we do this? Perhaps the story below explains it best.

THE CRACKED POT: A STORY FOR ANYONE WHO'S NOT QUITE PERFECT

A water bearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole, which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it. While the other pot was perfect, and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the mistress's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to her master's house.    

The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream: "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."

Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"

"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your mistress's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in her compassion she said, "As we return to the mistress's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.

But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? “That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.

“For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my mistress's table. Without you being just the way you are, she would not have this beauty to grace her house."

Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots, yes even here at Padua; and sometimes our imperfections are our greatest gift of all!

Wishing you all continued blessings.

Stephen Veneris
Deputy Principal | Head of 7-10 Campus Mornington