Link to Okita's poem: https://www.nps.gov/manz/learn/education/dwight-okita.htm
by Amber Counts, August 30, 2019
Of course I care about you.
I am sorry that not every adult you’ve encountered has made their support abundantly clear.
You should be able to expect this from anyone charged with your care.
Some of you look at me with distrust in your eyes, and I understand, but I hope that soon you will see that I am really here for you.
When I look at you intensely, it’s because I’m really listening to you and thinking about what you say.
If it helps any, I remember being where you are now.
When I was in high school, I had a lot going on at home that made it difficult to feel motivated to go to school.
On any given day, I could be the quiet, sullen introvert in the back of the room – hoping the teacher didn’t call on me, or I could be the first to thrust my hand in the air because I knew all the answers – wanting attention for my intellectual prowess.
I loved science and history (with the exception of world history that was taught by a coach who put his feet on his desk each day and sat, listening to sports radio, while we colored maps), band and theatre (with the exception of the hardcore “thespians” in class who took themselves way too seriously), and math (until Pre-Cal; need I say more?).
I took photojournalism so I could hang out with friends and wander all over campus with my camera.
I took Spanish because we live in Texas, and I felt it was irresponsible not to take it.
I didn’t take art classes because I didn’t think I was talented enough.
I didn’t take drafting and architecture classes because girls weren’t supposed to take them.
I loved learning but disrespected teachers who seemed to have nothing to offer.
I had tons of friends but always felt sort of alone.
Now, I look forward to working with you each day. Going to school isn’t just a duty; it’s a purpose.
I get up each day because even at my worst, I will be there for you in a way a sub won’t.
On any given day, I might be sleep-deprived, or worried about my family, or spread too thin, but you will always be my priority.
I love teaching English because language is power.
And I know that if you don’t learn to wield it as a tool, others will use it to control you.
I want you to know the ability you have to shape your life and change the world.
I believe in your potential.
I want desperately for you to accomplish your goals, and I will do my best to prepare you for college and for life.
I see some of you refusing to take your own education seriously.
I see the earbuds in your ears today – closing you off from learning and from each other.
I see you checking your phone.
I wonder if you know how much time you waste doing this.
How many real experiences you’ve stolen from yourself.
How disrespectful you are being to a teacher who really cares.
But I will keep trying to reach you.
I will stand up here in front of you, trying to pull you into conversations designed to help you think and communicate.
I will greet you each day with a clean slate,
and I won’t hold anything you did or didn’t do yesterday against you today.
Because I believe in you today.