It's the students who tell the counselor, "Yeah she's a fair grader," even though they're still failing. (But getting better.)
It's the "I'm going to get a bunch of people to tell you to come back next year." (Followed by threats of leaving too.)
It's the dropping in and chillin'. Talking 'bout what's wrong with the rez. (Gang violence and I look at the blue shirt, the matching hat on backwards.)
It's the celebrating milestones, baby victories along the way. Asking "Who should I call to brag on you."
It's the knowledge that I will not lower my expectations no matter how who bullies.
And it's some kind of hope in those convictions that bring me in day after day.