A month into school, I see y’all building connections with each other and myself. I see the joy, the laughter, the sadness, the intensity, the fist bumps, the handshakes, the fooling around, and the hunger for snacks. I see your sadness when you got moved from my class to another class. I see tired students who did not have a good night’s sleep, the shy and quiet ones, the loud ones, the talkative ones, and the love for ESSJ. I see y’all repping ESSJ with you telling me where you’re from and wearing ESSJ/SJ hats, shirts, and jackets.
I see the love for America over Chivas by y’all wearing your jerseys and making fun of me that I liked Chivas when I was a kid. I see y’all going to the vendors after school to grab the duritos (the pinwheel chips) and get the vanilla drink. To the vendors, you are all harvesting the future. Your hard work in preparing food and snacks for students is needed to nourish their bodies.
A month into school, y’all are asking me to show my dance moves, such as cumbia, but I keep emphasizing that I can’t dance for my life. “However, y’all can dance, and I saw y’all do Danza Azteca. I notice a lot of what y’all do, so do not think your actions do not matter.
