http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8654106662991044564&hl=en -- click here to see the closing ceremonies video that I promised.
It's August 1st. I'll repeat that: it's August 1st. It hit me about an hour ago when I looked down at my watch and the top right-hand corner read "8-01." Since 4:58 p.m. on November 6th of last year (the moment I received notification of my acceptance to TFA), I have been counting down the months, weeks, and now days to when I step foot in my St. Louis classroom full of students who up to this point have not received the opportunities they deserve. Last winter, I remember wishing that I could just skip the upcoming 7-8 months and be transported to August 18th. I remember thinking that the start of the school year felt like it was so far away and that I had so much to learn and that it all just wasn't real. I wanted it to be real...fast. As I read my pre-Institute curriculum, as I visited classrooms, as I thought about my sister and all she has had to overcome, I became restless.
Then came Institute and my own students. I never thought I would become so attached. I never thought I would lose sleep worrying about the direction their lives would take. Every day I think about my Houston kids, and every day I feel a little guilty for just getting up and leaving them after only a month. It's a helpless feeling not knowing who their next teacher will be, not knowing if Matt has enough credits to graduate on time, not knowing if Rosendo is staying out of trouble, not knowing if Jose is keeping his confidence up in the face of doubters, not knowing if Yesenia is still sticking up for herself like a prize-fighter, not knowing if Gustavo plans on going back to school in the Fall. All these uncertainties and all these fears are what keep me so driven and so inspired for August 18th. This time, I will have 90+ kids who are counting on me to believe in them. This time, I will have them for nine months instead of four weeks. This time, I'm not leaving them. This time, I can't leave them.
About an hour ago, I finished my initial long-term plan for the school year. During closing ceremonies in Houston, I talked about how previous to this summer this whole thing was just an intangible vision -- something that I believed in strongly but felt like I was tackling from afar. Those days are over. I now have my Houston kids to think about, I have sketches of my St. Louis kids in my mind, I have drafted a Big Goal and a Long-Term Plan for the entire school year. I get to see my classroom in a week and my kids in 17 days. I have met so many people who share the same goals as me, so many people who want their kids to be successful, so many people who want to change St. Louis.
It's August. It's real.
17 days.





