If you're looking for job security in the cleaning business, punch your ticket for handling a well-loved art room. Let your imagination run wild with the sheer depth of germs stirred together with daunting layers of ground -in charcoal, paint smears and dried glue. Frankly, my students' efforts can't even come close to matching the determination of Mrs. McBride. Loaded with a spray bottle and a Magic Eraser, the woman takes no prisoners. My desks mutely surrender to her single-minded attentions once a week. At the battle's conclusion, for 15 whole minutes, my room stands as a silent testimony to Scottish industry. At minute 16, the bell rings, my students pour in, and the cycle begins again. Thanks to Mrs. McBride, we get a clean slate once a week on which to create anew. What a great spiritual metaphor for Psalm 51:7: "Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow." (NLT 2007)
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