Let’s back it up about ten months. On the day that I turned 21, and as I trained to be a Resident Advisor at one of Michigan’s many residence halls, I received an email from one Adam Wilson. He introduced himself as a Recruitment Director with Teach For America and said that I had been recommended by Felix Lopez, a friend of mine who at that time worked for the University’s Multi-Ethnic Student Affairs office. He said that he wanted to meet with me to introduce TFA as an organization and a mission worthy of a two-year commitment. Yet, to be completely honest, at this time I hadn’t the faintest as to what TFA did outside of an admittedly vague understanding of what it was. I conferred with my dear friend and colleague, Andrew Lantz, about whether a meeting such as this would be beneficial at all and concluded that apart from appearing as an unsightly blot in an otherwise open calendar it could bring no conceivable harm. I decided to go, even if only to humor Mr. Wilson, if that’s what it came down to.
It didn’t, and as you probably expect, this turns into a ‘little did I know’ story right about now. Adam wasted no time in explaining how wide the achievement gap was and how closely it was tied to race, which in turn had a high positive correlation with socio-economic status, how it had been assumed for the longest time that some kids are just plain dumb and how better resources, including teachers, could make the difference in the lives of the children TFA Corps Members served. I remember sitting quite still across from him as I absorbed the horrifying statistics he threw at me. I had known that there were problems, but the stark inequalities that Adam was now opening my eyes to were so incredible that I didn’t know whether to get just as passionate and furious as him as he made his presentation or to wait for him to break into a laugh and tell me I had been punked.
And he made no bones about telling me that this was probably going to be “the hardest thing” I would ever do, adding in tandem that it would also possibly be one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. People like me were needed, he said, to sustain the movement for educational equality. I knew the value of a good education. This was something I could get behind.
In truth, however, fierce and contagious as Adam’s conviction was and fast as I was becoming a believer in the cause, by no means did discovering TFA result in a radical shift in my life plans. Having existed inside the academic bubble for as long as I had, I was now ready to take some time off and explore the real world before going for a degree in law. Adam had said this would be challenging, to say the least, and I had been craving a taste of the real-life grind. I couldn’t find a reason to not give it an honest thought.
So I called my dad on the way back from the meeting to tell him about the wonderful work TFA did and how prestigious an organization it was and how it would stand out on my law school application and how it would open up doors and scholarships and so on and so forth. I was concerned that my parents would see this move as little more than an attempt to run away from a second degree, so it was important that they understood it as a stepping stone to law school. Hence, the pitch.
Don’t get me wrong, though. The perks had certainly made it easier for me personally to commit to the program in the first place, and I did at that time probably make more of the bells and whistles than I do now. In retrospect, the add-ons were simply a way of getting our foot through that proverbial door. Induction, as we will see in my next post, was the cement that solidified our foundational commitment.
As it turned out, however, I didn’t have to dress it up. My parents had never doubted my judgment and had always been supportive of every decision I had ever made, from choosing commerce over the hard sciences in high school to political science over economics in college. Teach For America, then, turned out to be an easier sell than I had originally thought it would be.
Two years? they asked. Two years, I promised.