I received a card from a student last month, which read: "You're such an inspiration for me because I see how much a girl from Boyle Heights has accomplished and I think to myself, I can do it as well." I am my students. I feel like I say that a lot, but sometimes, people need reminding. My elementary years were spent in a one-bedroom apartment in Hollywood that my mother, father, sister, and I shared. Our living room was frequently converted into a bedroom, a temporary refuge for uncles who had fought with their wives and needed a place to go, or family members who had just crossed over from...