Guest post by Cherie Kabba
“Ms. Chillin’”, he said “… I just came to say goodbye. I’m leaving for bootcamp tomorrow. I’ve joined the Marines and (shaking his head, he said) yeah … I’m going to be somebody and do something with my life.”
My eyes welled with tears. Victor was one of the first teens I met when I came to the Boys & Girls Clubs of the Peninsula. He sat at the computer, in the corner, near my office creating beats. He sat quietly everyday, with a set of headphones on his head – one ear uncovered, so he could chime in on my lessons at any given moment.
Every now and then, he’d ask, “Hey … when are we going to get a new music studio?” My response was always “Soon, Victor … soon.” He’s shake his head, “Okay.”
One day I was talking to a group of youth about Chicago, my home town. I shared with them details about my childhood, the neighborhood I hailed from and the truth about poverty. “You do not know you are poor, until someone tells you are poor… Poverty is a state of mind and education is the key to wealth.” This was taught to me and a young age and I felt obligated to share.
Victor was not apart of that group I was talking to, but he was in his spot, right there at the computer, in his corner, near my office creating beats. He sat quietly, with a set of headphones on his head – one ear uncovered.
The next day, Victor did not show up. A week passed, no Victor. I asked some of the teens about him, no one had seen Victor. Eleven months later … Victor stopped by to visit. He gave me a hug and quickly walked to take a peek in studio. Laughing he said, “Ms. Chillin, you said soon.” He began to share with me the details of the last eleven months. He transferred to a new school and graduated. His time was spent working to help care for his siblings and was saving some money to help his mother. “I got big plans … and my family will not be poor for long…” he said. I began to remind him that “Poverty was a state of mind …” Victor interrupted me, “I have a diploma now and I will have wealth.” We both smiled. He promised to come in and show some of the new teens how to create beats, but he never did.
About three weeks passed and last Friday Victor came to see me. “Ms. Chillin’”, he said “… I just came to say goodbye. I’m leaving for bootcamp tomorrow. I’ve joined the Marines and yeah … I’m going to be somebody and do something with my life. I received a 300 … maximum points allowed … on my PFT (Physical Fitness Test) and I got a lot of goals.” Thanks for staying. He elaborated. “Some adults don’t stay. They come in and out of my life and I just knew when I came back, you wouldn’t be here. But you are here and the new studio is here for the other kids. I’ll see you later Ms. Chillin’”
I yelled, “Victor … keep in touch with me … find me on Facebook.” “For sure…” he said, “… and I’ll be back, I’ll see you Ms. Chillin’.” I watched him disappear down the hallway, wiped my tears and continued to do what I was destined to do … stay.
This time of year is the time that we give thanks. I am thankful that Victor allowed me to share his space and be a part of his life. It’s the little things we do as educators that go a long way in the lives of the youth.
There are times our actions are being watched, mimicked and/or emulated in some way, form or fashion. We have chosen careers where we are automatically on the list as role models. Without notification, we are given added responsibilities. When working with the youth there is a level of expectation where we are required to give good advice, make good decisions and always … do the right thing.
As much as I love what I do, I know … this is a gift from the Most High.
“… when the Most High has given you the gift to work with babies
There is no time for complacency
you better bring you A game to the table with lots of energy
No clock to punch
cuz a 9 – 5 is unheard of when paid by salary
if the truth was told
No dollar amount or silver and gold could compensate me for compentency
I don’t do this for the money …
And I don’t do this just to be doing something … See
as a matter of fact
I don’t have just one, but I have 2 Master Degrees
Humbly
I share my story
to explain … what I do … ain’t for everybody
At a young age my purpose was spelled out for me
Combining technology with spoken word is why I am here see…”
Cherie Kabba
Adobe Youth Voices Master Educator