Chapter One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Three: Write Your Name On These Walls
A couple of weeks ago, I had to say goodbye to the eighth graders I had spent the majority of the spring semester with. While their time in school wasn't quite over yet, mine was ("Perks of college," I said to them). On the night before my very last day, I was suddenly full of sadness and some emptiness. "I never really got to tell them how important they are," my heart whispered to me. So, at midnight, I constructed a poster, to remind them of what I wanted to say when I never really got the chance to. A line that stuck out to me was, "You are destined for great things." I wrote that for my eighth graders because, from hanging out with them twice a week, it is really evident that these kiddos are smart, talented, and have so much potential to change the world around them. Well then I think about the people my age, and wonder, where does that same hope go ? We're all so focused on the question "Who am I?" rather than "What wil...