Sometimes It Takes a Push To Become Who You Really Are
How do we become who we are? It’s tough to say sometimes, but I’m convinced you can trace my path to Mrs. Zimmerman. My family and I had moved to the U.S. from Greece, then hopscotched around the country, and though we’d been in America for years, I was still an awkward girl with a funny name whose backyard occasionally contained grazing sheep awaiting their Easter Sunday fate. But one spring day at Jean Gordon Elementary School, my teacher, Mrs. Zimmerman, handed me a flier for an essay contest. The winner would join other Louisiana children in covering the Republican ...