That year of applying to schools was one of the hardest times of my life. But there were good moments, too: people or experiences that pushed me into an unexpected place of clarity.
We are all students in a land of opportunity, and we are all learning to embrace who we are, how we got here, and the beauty of our interwoven struggle.
Our children need teachers who care. Teachers who are going to push them.
Recording constituent's messages, passing them off to aides and correspondents, I realized that our opinions do matter. They do filter through. It might not feel easy at times, but we are...we are all connected.
Mr. Contreras helped me realize that I should never be ashamed of where I come from.
This work is so important to me, because I know what’s out there. I know what my students are up against. I know what my students face when they walk outside of this building at the end of every day.
Before Mr. Harris left, he looked me in the eye and said, “Jay. Don’t mess this up.” I didn’t. I graduated on the dean’s list.
As teachers, we have the unique opportunity to help our kids understand that they are in charge of their identity.
Now it’s my turn to help people younger than me. Helena, Arkansas is home. And home is a place worth investing in.
When I’m dancing, I forget about any problems occurring in the world. It allows me to be free.