Originally posted on September 24, 2015, “Hail to the Chief” is the eighth and final letter in the series of letters I wrote to my first eighth grade class as they graduated from high school. And I still do not know why my boss endearingly referred to the boy as the “Chief.”
You are a testament to what kind of student Thornton-Donovan School strives to educate, but you are the one who deserves the plaudits for becoming the young man you are today.
Through your tireless work ethic, you’ve managed to become better than proficient in English, which as you know, in relation to your own language, is not the easiest translation. I commend you for all that you’ve been able to accomplish and look forward to all that you will accomplish.
You should be proud of what you have done, for I know you’ve made your family proud and you will continue to. I know I am.
You bring a smile to my face and seeing you makes my day that much better. Never stop smiling because every day you open your eyes is an opportunity to do something special. And you will become the boss, one day. Believe that.
I’m going to leave you with lines from Langston Hughes, lines that I gave you when you were in my class, lines my sixth grade teacher gave me and I’ve never forgotten:
“Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen in snow.”
And remember: I’m only an email away.
Only the best,