My biggest influence as an art educator and an artist has been my students.  I work at Frankford High School in Philadelphia and my students are the most boisterous, hilarious, caring, and resilient children I have ever known. I entered my first year in art education with a fear of the unknowns of teaching in an urban school, but was quickly welcomed by the student body with open arms and a readiness to learn. 

One student in particular really stood out to me and became a favorite of mine within the first few weeks of school. His behavior was an immediate challenge for me as an educator but he always knew how to make me laugh and was constantly surprising me with his artistic talent. As the year went on, we formed a strong bond, his behavior in the classroom improved, and I was able to keep him on track. In January, he was shot and killed simply because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

I was teaching when I heard the news and I immediately felt my world shift. I tried my best to hold myself together and get through the school day but it just wasn’t possible. I taught through my tears and kept myself together as much as I could but found it exceptionally difficult. When my students saw me that week, they immediately jumped into action. They offered hugs, brought me snacks, and wrote me letters of appreciation and condolence. I was completely floored every time a student stopped by my room between classes to check in on me and offer their support. I could not believe what a strong community I was a part of and what incredible young people I had the privilege of teaching. It was a week that changed who I am as an educator, an artist, and a person. I have a new appreciation for my students and the importance of the role I play in their lives. I know that each and every one of my students has influenced me more than I ever thought possible and I will forever be grateful for that.