A lot has been happening in the last month.
And I mean a lot.
But the other day, something exceptionally monumental occurred. It happened on a Tuesday.
Kacey, a member of my teaching quad and I were walking from the Union (the place on campus where a lot of people write their lessons plans from around 7:00 pm until 1 in the morning) to the dining hall and talking about the general experience of a ATF org member.
Fun. Exhausting. Eye opening. Hellish. Inspirational. Bonding.
There’s so many ways to describe the experiences we have been collecting this summer. I’m not exactly sure how it came about, but we also starting talking about the experiences that other org members have had at their summer training in different parts of the nation. Their stories and experiences just didn’t seem as deeply impactful as our has been.
“It would be so very different to not be in a rural area and to go through all of this in say, New York City,” I contributed. “But the people there probably wouldn’t enjoy the Delta, they might just not understand our community here”.
I stopped. Dead in my tracks.
That just kinda poured out and honestly, I was kind of worried I had just insulted Kacey seeing as though she is from the Delta herself and I literally just got here like, yesterday.
“Look at me,” I broke the silence, “saying ‘our’ and all like I’ve been here forever” I added shyly.
“You are from here now!” Kacey belted with joy and she gave be a loving pat on my shoulder.
And y’all, she’s right. I consider myself a part of this community now and I love it! I want to be from here. I want to be a proud Mississippian. I want to love the Delta and love my students and love running into them and their families at the grocery store and love on a place that is so full of love already.
I think I’m well on my way.