Today, I saw my 6th class of Urban School seniors graduate.
Hugs were given. Tears were shed. Teachers were thanked. I was humbled.
I remember being the kid who spoke at graduation over a decade ago.
I remember having dreams that seemed out of reach, geographically impossible.
I remember believing that if I wanted something enough, I could make things happen.
I have been a teacher for seven years. I have been living in the US with no family near for eleven.
Call it arrogance, call it hubris (if anything, it may be genetics)...I'd say believing in yourself blindly, stubbornly is a worthwhile cause in itself.
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