I posted this in September of 2018:
You'd think it's just a picture using the markers we received from Donorschoose.org for our thank you package.
You'd think that.
It's cute, right?
But.
It's cute, right?
But.
It wrecked me today.
In the best way, a teacher can be wrecked.
In the best way, a teacher can be wrecked.
Zoey is 7.
And drew this beautiful picture during free draw.
And drew this beautiful picture during free draw.
It's me.
It's her.
It's us.
It's her.
It's us.
And we're clearly LOVE-ing life.
It's her beautiful hair, and my straight, short new hairdo.
And it's two people of color.
One 7.
One 35.
One 7.
One 35.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
I had to wait until I was 18.
To have a teacher, who looked like me, stand at the front of a lecture hall.
In third grade, I scrubbed my skin every night hoping I'd be just a little lighter.
I chopped off all my kinky hair hoping I'd somehow fit more.
I yearned to be seen.
By someone.
As worthy.
And yet no teacher could see through their whiteness and privilege long enough to see...
By someone.
As worthy.
And yet no teacher could see through their whiteness and privilege long enough to see...
Me.
I often talk about that first day of Women's Studies 187, the day Alex Deschamps took to the stage, in her high heels, and beautiful hair, and Dominica accent, and I realized, for the first time, that I wanted to do THAT.
Because I saw myself for the first time that day.
I am honored to be a teacher of color for the Greenfield Public Schools.
And to think, you thought it was just a thank you for a box of thin line markers. 
*Edited to add: Contrary to what is pictured, in no way, was I wearing a see-through dress...to school. I mean, yes, it was over 100 degrees, but, my skirt was appropriately covered in flowers.
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Today, Google, Some AMAZING INFLUENCERS, and Donorschoose.org launched the #ISeeMe Initiative.
And I don't really know what else to say.
I know Michael Jackson's YOU ARE NOT ALONE is blaring in my mind, with mind movies of Lavar Burton bursting into our room, lol.
I know my kids are proud to be a part of an incredible movement.
And I know 2nd grade me.
The one desperate to be enough, heard, in the timbre of Stephen's incredible film: You. Are.
#ISeeMe
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