Last night was the annual fundraiser
for the high school where I have interned this semester. Cassata High School is
a very special place. From the outside, it is a very mundane concrete building
that is unrecognizable as a school, except for the sign. When I first visited
the school for my interview, I knew it was a unique place, but through
research, interactions, and my time there I have realized even more what an
impact it makes on students’ lives. Cassata is for students who have not
thrived in traditional schools for various reasons and hardships. Students
attend 3 hours per day and have individualized learning plans, which empower
them to finish coursework on their own. The teachers are also unique and care
about the students beyond their coursework, and their empathy extends into the
students’ lives.
Their results extend far beyond
increasing students’ self-worth. Last year, 94% of graduates attended college,
trade school, or enlisted in the military. This also saved the economy millions
of dollars, because of how much high school dropouts cost taxpayers. But,
beyond the results, we have to remember these are real teenagers, not
statistics. Often it’s easy to get lost in stats and getting desensitized by
over glorified news reporting. We see cases of gangs, suicides, schools
failing, and crime so often that it doesn’t really mean anything unless we know
the person. Last night, two students shared their stories. One of them talked
about being in a gang because no one in his family was very involved in his
life and he had no role models. Although I didn’t hear the whole story, he
became incredibly unhappy and someone led him to Cassata, where he is
graduating this year and is attending college next year. Another student talked
about his drug addiction and that after overcoming this, Cassata has
transformed his life. He is also attending college next year. All of these
stories tie back to my experience at Angola. I often think about the paths of
inmates that led them to prison and what could have made a difference. Some of
the students were on similar paths and luckily someone intervened.
The interactions I have witnessed and
stories I have written that allowed me to interview students and faculty have
shown me what a difference a family-like atmosphere and accountability makes.
Someone who I had written about and has been a strong supporter of Cassata
since its inception in 1975 stood up last night and offered to match any gifts
up to $50,000. Within 5 minutes the approximately 150 people at the event
donated over $53,000. After hearing these powerful stories and seeing the
transformations, the donors were moved and realized that Cassata is a microcosm
of what we need in the world. Although this is not a full solution to our
education woes, we should takeaway the notion of seeing each gang member,
depressed teen, and people with drug addictions as people not statistics. Most
students would like to have high ambitions in life and just need that one
person to believe and encourage them.
So as I get engulfed in finals, I have
to remember that a mere 2 miles away is a small building in an impoverished
area with a couple hundred transformed teenage lives and how grateful I am that
many, (too many to count) people believed in me and helped me get where I am
today. Go forth, and be that person who believes and encourages someone today.
If you live in Fort Worth and would like to volunteer, Cassata always needs
mentors and tutors: www.cassatahs.org
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