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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.

I ought to feel so much more Turkish

I finally smoked a hookah yesterday. I suppose I ought to feel so much more Turkish today.

I don't.

I feel like a lame Turk if anything: I had to move to SF to smoke a hookah and it was apple flavored!?!