Elementary Experience:

It was all a dream 

    Before I was born or even "thought of", as my mother would put it, my mother was an educator. She was filled with a passion and drive to defy stereotypes placed on her and her young black students. Carrying me in her stomach for ten months, I believe, that her seed of love and passion for education was planted inside of me. 

    When I was in kindergarten, I had an amazing teacher by the name of Ms.Doyne. I admired everything about her. The way she spoke and interacted with her students. The way she gracefully controlled her classroom, but I think what I loved about her the most was the way she didn't have to physically tell us she loved us, her actions were louder than any words she could have ever said. 

    Ms.Doyne showed me at a very young age that a good educator doesn't just limit themselves to the classroom. There were times that my parents has to work late at night and a practical babysitter wasn't an option. Ms.Doyne would open her home up to me, no questions asked nor with any judgment. She fed me, gave me a place to sleep, and would take me to school in the morning just to help my two younger parents. Her unconditional love inside AND outside of the classroom helped water the seed that my mother had already planted inside of me. 

Middle School Experience:

Not ALL Skinfolk are Kinfolk