Graduation Day

Today I think of Jorge, one of my sophomore English students two years ago.

He came to America when he was nine years old having never set foot in a school before- neither here nor in his home country. He says he remembers walking down the streets of downtown Dallas with his mom, seeing business names high on the sides of massive skyscrapers and wishing he could read them.

I didn't even know my letters, Miss.

Today he becomes the first person in his family to graduate high school. And in a few months he'll become the first person in his family to go to college.

I'm not his momma, but today I feel like a proud momma. This is why I do what I do.