"Every day, even though kids often don’t show it, they enter our nation’s classrooms full of hope. Hope that they’ll do better, hope that they’ll be liked, hope that they’ll both stand out and fit in, hope that no one will discover what hurts at home, hope that someone will discover what hurts at home, and underneath it all—the swagger of the senior and the defiance of the eighth grader and the can’t sit still hopping up and down waving my hand for the teacher to call on me second grader—is the hope that my teacher will like me. It only takes one to whisper hope in an ear. One teacher. One gentle reminder that what you can’t do, you simply can’t do yet."