My mom is a high school teacher. She spends her weekends grading papers, her extra money buying supplies for her underfunded classroom, her time worrying if she planned a good lesson, wondering how she can make it more exciting, relevant. She cares for her students so much, celebrates their success, is a shoulder to lean on for their failures, and a constant source of support. She tells you "you can" when everything else in the world is telling you "you can’t". She doesn’t care where you come from, she doesn’t care about what stopped you in your past, only that you have all the tools to have the future you deserve.